Jenny awoke on a cold November morning feeling as though she hadn’t slept a
wink. She seemed this way all the
time, tired. Smells greeted her from the kitchen as they did most mornings,
eggs & meat frying up in a greasy pan,
served to her by her husband Grant in large, steaming piles. The colder it
got in St. Pauls, the more hot food he
seemed to bring in every morning. She slowly rolled into a sitting position
just as Grant walked through the door.
"Good morning sweetie!" he cooed. "Time for your pre-holiday brunch!"
"Oh no!" she thought. "It’s the day before Thanksgiving!"
It had become a tradition in their 3 years of marriage that Jenny would only
weigh herself the day before
Thanksgiving every year, then allow Grant to indulge in all his feeder
fantasies over the holiday season up to
Valentine’s Day. Last year Jenny tipped the scales at 212 lbs, a 25 lb gain
from the previous year. But Jenny knew
that this year was bound to be a little more for two reasons. First, she
had occasionally allowed Grant’s
encouragement get to her during the "offseason" & she hadn’t exercised one
iota over the past year. This coupled
with what seemed like an endless appetite would surely have Jenny
approaching 240, maybe even 250. It was so hard
to gauge her weight because even though she was only 5’3", her weight was
generally very well-distributed over her
plumpening body. To make matters more difficult, Grant never let her
outgrow clothing. When it seemed the least
bit snug, her wardrobe was replaced with a much larger size. Everything but
lingerie that is. Grant loved to watch
her struggle in & out bras, panties, teddies & gowns that were tight on her
in high school.
Jenny turned her attention to the breakfast at hand.
"You’re starting early aren’t you" quipped Jenny as she surveyed the dozen
scrambled eggs & pound of bacon
slathered in butter.
"Tis the season!" Grant replied cheerily.
It took her a while but Jenny eventually shoveled in the last of her brunch.
Grant helped her maneuver her stuffed
belly off the bed as they made their way down the hall to the ceremonial
scale. Grant couldn’t help but notice how
Jenny’s robe wouldn’t even tie in the front anymore, as her belly & breasts
pushed forth in all their glory. Her full
paunch preceded her by a large margin with her heavy, hanging breasts not
far behind.
Jenny prodded for the activation button at the base of the scale but she
couldn’t seem to locate it. Maybe it was
because she couldn’t see it with her belly in the way. "I didn’t have this
problem last year" she commented to herself.
Jenny lumbered onto the scale and waited for Grant to quote the readout as
she seemed unable to see that either. She
need only have looked at his boxers to get an idea of what was to come.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHH!" Grant crowed as he bolted from the room.
"What did it say?" Jenny whined after him.
"See for yourself!" Grant replied.
Jenny tugged & twisted her stomach to the side so she could see the readout.
289.
"That can’t be right" Jenny prayed to herself.
She climbed off and got back on.
289.5
"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "I’ve gained over 75 pounds in one year! That’s
impossible! What am I going to do?"
Grant temporarily put his enthusiasm aside to comfort his now rapidly
expanding wife. He assured her that she was
only growing more beautiful with every pound. His loving words eventually
led back to the bedroom where Jenny’s
concerns were cast aside by pure orgasmic bliss.
The next day Grant & Jenny drove to the suburbs of Minneapolis for 4 days of
Thanksgiving reunions with different
members of their families. It was as though Grant had a psychic link with
all of the grandmothers, aunts and mothers.
Every meal seemed to have more fattening selections than the last. With
Grant’s encouragement, Jenny ate & ate. He
refilled her plate over & over with turkey, dressing, butter-soaked veggies,
rolls & anything else he could squeeze
onto her plate. Jenny was forced to wait until everyone else had left the
dining room so Grant could help her rise
from the chair with her overstuffed belly. Grant’s favorite post-meal
activity was to let Jenny have some dessert with
her family in the den, then lure her into the guest bedroom to finish
whatever pie, cake or pudding she had started.
Jenny spent the majority of the holiday leaning back, trying to make room
for her taut stomach without drawing
suspicious glances from her relatives.
Grant seemed to marvel at her gustatory feats but his awe did not stop him
from continuing her feedings. Jenny had
no recourse. When she would waddle to the kitchen for breakfast in the
morning, Grant had already fed her a dozen
biscuits covered by butter, gravy or syrup. By the end of the weekend, her
largest dress was pulled tightly over her
stomach, a condition Jenny had never encountered with Grant. A condition
Grant was sure to never let happen again.
Upon returning home Grant presented Jenny with a brand new outer wardrobe.
Jenny noticed that all of the clothes
swallowed her like never before.
"You could fit two of me in some of this" Jenny quipped apprehensively.
"Soon that won’t be possible" Grant replied as he spread out a tray of
pastries that would sate a sizable bridge club.
Jenny’s only respite from Grant’s feeding came at work but even there she
felt the pangs of hunger wash over her.
She continued to snack on sweet treats even though she knew she was helping
Grant fatten her up. She couldn’t
seem to stop.
Grant’s post-work strategy never wavered. He would greet Jenny as soon as
she lumbered through the door & lead
her to her plush, padded recliner. Dinner often lasted upwards of two hours
with course after course of pastas, meats
& desserts that Jenny could not resist. If she was a "good girl" in Grant’s
opinion she would be rewarded with a one
ring circus. This was Grant’s version of climbing under her tent-like while
she reclined & delighting her like not even
the lions could.
Jenny would then be slowly led back to the bedroom where she would struggle
out of her giant dress. Then Grant
would watch with glee as the tattered remains of her undergarments fell in
torn pieces to the floor. Even her newest
bras & panties were succumbing to the 307 lbs of pressure being exerted on
them. Grant wasn’t sure what was more
fun, watching her struggle into the shrinking lingerie or witnessing it fall
futilely from her ballooning frame.
Jenny soon regretted having requested 2 weeks of vacation at Christmas
because it began to pass in a caloric blur.
Jenny soon realized that Christmas was going to be a 2 week meal with few
breaks for anything other than sleep or
sex. Grant’s present to himself was a second refrigerator/freezer combo
that was soon fully stocked with enough
goodies to keep Jenny sated 24 hours a day. She rarely left bed during
these feeding orgies but when she did she
began to notice some odd things about her burgeoning anatomy.
Her thighs now met all the way to her knees and slightly beyond as they
sagged towards the floor. When she walked,
they didn’t rub together rather they shifted back and forth on each other,
never parting. No matter how wide she
spread her legs for Grant her inner thighs spilled over her womanhood
causing a new obstacle & exciting pressure.
Her belly now not only rested on her thighs but was beginning to exert quite
a heavy weight, making her want to
move her legs sideways to accommodate her drooping paunch. Sometimes when
she would awaken during the night,
her arm would be pinned uselessly to her side by a weighty breast causing
her to have to shift the rest of her body to
free her arms. She could only accomplish this feat if her stomach wasn’t
stuffed to bursting, temporarily holding her
in place. Her elbows & wrists were slowly being covered with hanging arm
flesh, impeding her motion from table to
mouth.
All these struggles caused Grant great excitement & never failed to speed up
the rate, quality & quantity of her
feedings. Sometimes Jenny would awaken to darkness ( blindfold induced ), a
warm buzz between her legs & the
sweet taste of pastry in her mouth. These feedings seemed to go on for
hours as Jenny lost track of time through all
the calories, orgasms & soothing words of her husband.
Grant finally had to return to work on December 31 so Jenny got a break to
compose herself. She woke up late in
the morning still feeling the effects of the previous night’s funnel shakes.
She sleepily waddled to the bathroom
where she decided to break her first rule. Pulling the scale out of the
closet, she climbed on & held a mirror at just
the right angle to see around her belly & breasts. She almost passed out
when she saw her new weight flashing in red
LCD panic :
333.5
The gravity of the situation began to settle on Jenny’s mind & body. At
this rate she would be over 400 lbs by
summer & in all likelihood tipping the scales at over 600 by the time she
turned 27 in less than 2 years. The "vicious
cycle" her friend Kayla had been telling her about was beginning. The woman
finally starts to gain weight quickly,
her activity level drops, her metabolism grinds to a halt which causes even
faster weight gain & so on & so on. Grant
had also been hinting about her quitting her job next Christmas so she could
focus on more "important" things. She
thought he had meant children but she was starting to see that kids were the
farthest thing from his mind.
"What am I going to do!" Jenny thought out loud as her stomach began to
grumble, starting the day’s cycle.
Luckily (?) for Jenny, Grant was forced to spend lots of time at work during
January. Business was picking up &
Grant had to oversee the company’s growing pains. He compensated for his
daily absence by waking up Jenny very
early every morning to mouthful after plateful of breakfast delights. The
bed restraints were very helpful in surprising
Jenny & keeping her in place while Grant fed her. When Jenny’s eyes rolled
back in her head Grant knew it was time
for her daily labial massage which he lovingly administered. After
"completion" Grant would slowly feed her a dozen
chocolate doughnuts cut into small bites. The heavy pastries were then
washed down with a brimming cup of warm,
whole milk. Jenny’s system was so overwhelmed by this point that she would
drift off aimlessly into a state
somewhere between sleep & food-induced coma.
After being late for work 5 days in a row & missing the sixth all together,
Jenny’s boss switched her to second shift,
much to her chagrin. Now she had to deal with the morning meal, her own
impulses at work & getting home at 10
o’clock allowed Grant plenty of time to set up a caloric ambush upon her
arrival home.
As January turned into February, Jenny again confronted the scale.
Grant had put the scale on the floor of the walk-in bathroom closet. It had
been slid under a low beam, out of reach.
Jenny slowly tried to lower herself but gravity was now her enemy. Her
breast & belly weight pitched her sideways,
landing heavily on her knee. She ended up sprawled sideways with her breast
pinning her right arm down & her
paunch wedged between two shelves. It took her nearly 30 minutes to
extricate herself from closet bondage.
Drenched in sweat, knee aching, Jenny maneuvered herself into her weighing
stance, mirror extended at an angle,
belly shifted out of the way with her opposite arm. As the mirror panned
down Jenny made more observations that
she had never seen before. Pockets of fat were beginning to drip heavily
from her thighs, obscuring her knee view
from the back, front & side. Her right knee was also beginning to swell,
bright-red & fluidy. She was even getting
cellulite accumulation on her calves. Even her toes were beginning to
resemble plump, overstuffed sausages. Finally
Jenny focused on the readout.
357
"Almost 25 more pounds" she cried. "I have got to try something!"
Jenny painfully waddled over to the VCR & put in the Tae-Bo tape for
"pregnant women & the elderly". She made it
through about two preliminary stretches before the pain in her knee & the
hunger in her belly won out. She made
herself sandwiches for eight & slumped onto the couch wondering what on
Earth she was going to do. She had three
strikes against her : unrelenting hunger, too fat & hurt to exercise, & a
husband who was affectionately fattening her
to immobility. What could she do to slow down or stop the inevitable?
Grant returned home at 9 pm, whistling a happy tune. He was surprised to
see Jenny sprawled out on the couch,
right leg elevated to comfort her volleyball-sized knee. Empty wrappers &
cartons littered the floor beside her,
evidence of her self-induced gluttony.
"What happened here?" Grant inquired with a twinkle in his eye.
"I tripped this morning & I’ve barely been able to get around. I even had
to call in to work. I ate everything in the
2nd fridge but I can’t get up to the kitchen" Jenny wailed.
"Interesting," Grant pondered to himself "there are only 3 steps leading up
into the kitchen, & she can’t manage.
Well this is happening faster than I expected. What a pleasant surprise."
"Well we must get you to the doctor to check that knee" Grant stated with
fatherly authority. "Everything else will
have to wait."
Upon returning home form the All-Nite Medical Care Center, Grant began to
feed Jenny dinner while telling her all
his good news. He told her about the 25 percent raise he got with his new
promotion.
"You won’t even have to work now!" Grant proclaimed with glee. He was quick
to note the look of apprehension in
Jenny’s eyes.
"But don’t worry honey, I already talked to your boss & he said they will
have a replacement for you by the end of
the month. Then you can stay home & focus on important things!"
Jenny knew good & well what the "important things" were; pounds being added
to her already taxed frame.
Grant continued, "We must follow doctor’s orders! Bedrest for 10 days until
you can walk on that knee. Boy that
sure does complicate my job. Good thing I have a little bonus time with my
new promotion!"
Grant strolled off to fetch dessert while Jenny pondered the immediate
future. "Ten more days of being stuffed &
then I can go back to work & try to change the boss’s mind about letting me
go. If I stay here full time, there will be
no escape! I’ll be bedridden by the New Year & then who knows!"
"Somebody broke a rule!" Grant called from the bathroom.
Jenny felt her heart catapult into her throat as Grant confronted her, scale
in hand. OH NO! In her pain & disbelief
she had forgotten to put the scale back. But surely he wouldn’t
remember......
"This is a violation of our sacred agreement" Grant snidely proclaimed,
"I’ll just go fetch it for verification."
Jenny & Grant had made a pact long ago that if either of them violated the
"feeding period" rules & guidelines, the
other would receive 3 wishes that must be granted by the other. At the time
Jenny had been sure Grant would crack
first. How could he deny his primal feeder instincts for nine months out of
the year? Much to her surprise he had &
so had she until recently. What would he wish for?
He only stated his first wish. It was all that needed to be said, the one
thing Jenny did not want to hear.
"The feeding of Jenny shall now be extended to year-round unless some
alternate arrangement can be reached, which
I highly doubt" Grant slyly purred. "So how big are you, Kitten?"
"350 pounds." Jenny stated in her most pitiful tone to date.
"That will soon be a distant memory, my sweet!" was the triumphant reply.
Grant took full advantage of Jenny’s temporary incapacitation. She began to
feel like a human piñata as Grant filled
her to capacity every hour on the hour. Now that their secret agreement was
broken, Jenny began to see that she was
going to become much fatter, very quickly, unless she could find a way to
sway Grant’s endless feeder tendencies.
What were his goals? What did he ultimately want? She pondered these
questions & others in the brief breaks
between sex & her stuffings.
She remained in bed or on the couch 99 percent of the next 2 weeks. Even
with a healthy knee she would have been
taxed to arise with her full, heavy belly. She watched in utter panic as
what seemed like hundreds of tiny, red stretch
marks began to appear, widening & pulling farther every day. She knew that
the next trip to the scale would be
harrowing. Never before had she eaten this much food in such a short period
of time with so little activity to burn off
the debilitating calories. She wasn’t even allowed to move around during
their frequent sexual encounters, her
multiple orgasms leaving her drained & helpless to Grant’s loving culinary
skills.
Grant was a busy man for two reasons. Keeping his Jenny sated was one, but
he also seemed to be preparing for
something else. Every day he would bring in bags of food from various
grocery stores & specialty food shops but
Jenny wasn’t seeing any of them make it to her plump lips. Grant wouldn’t
entertain any questions about the mystery
food other than to say that she was going to have a very "special" Valentine
surprise. Jenny knew this surprise might
be the coup de grace, the final push to separate her mobile self from her
immobile future. One giant, endless meal
that she might not be able to walk away from. She saw it coming with a
strange, exciting dread.
The morning of the 14th, Grant woke Jenny up very early.
"Time to get ready for work!" Grant prodded with glee. "Got to make your
last day of work a good one."
Jenny tried to rise from their king-size bed but she was still laden with
her 5 am feeding. Grant watched her struggle
for about 10 minutes before he helped her up with his free hand. Jenny
tried to walk normally to the bathroom but
she found this task impossible. Her joints ached from inactivity, her
balance was in shambles from all her newly
acquired bulk & she began to survey her dimensions in the mirror. Her
stomach now hung to mid-thigh with two
immense breasts propped on top & jutting sideways due to their sheer
pulchritude. Her elbows were a distant
memory, her wrists were soon to follow suit under a cascade of upper arm
flab. Her butt stuck out like a huge,
dimpled shelf, defying gravity. Her legs were not so magical. They seemed
to be melting under heavy pockets of
waxy cellulite, thighs crashing together & spilling down over her knees.
Her calves were melting over the tops of her
feet. Her face showed her bulk the least, but even it was beginning to puff
up & sag ever so slightly.
Jenny finally composed herself & began the slow virginal slumber to the
bathroom. Grant followed along like a horny
puppy waiting for a treat. That treat came to fruition when Jenny stepped
up onto the scale. When Grant saw the
new readout he was overcome with pure, sexual bliss, he turned back to the
bedroom to finish what the inanimate
scale had started. No matter how much she pulled, wiggled or positioned,
Jenny could not see the readout. She
waited patiently for his triumphant return even though her overburdened
frame screamed for her to sit & relax. Grant
returned & uttered :
"388. By the end of this special night you will weigh 400 pounds!"
Jenny gasped but quickly overcame her fear. She must get dressed & get to
work. There was only one card left for
her to play & it was a longshot. She waddled as quickly as she could back
to the bedroom to get dressed. When she
finished the 80 foot waddle she almost passed out. "Oh my God, I can’t
believe I’m this big & out of shape", she
thought.
She began trying to put on her bras but none of them would reach in the back
or contain her breastflesh in the front.
Grant refused to help, delighting in the struggle. Finally she decided to
go braless & began pulling on panties. The
few pairs she had left each began to rip, tear, strain & fall to pieces as
she tried to fit them over her newly fattened
hips, thighs & ass. Again she decided to go without & put on a long,
tentdress that was much more snug than the last
time she had worn it. She slipped on her sandals & headed for the door.
"I can’t wait to give you this evening’s surprise, my darling!" Grant cooed
after her.
"Maybe you’ll get a surprise of your own!" replied Jenny with a slight wink
that Grant didn’t quite understand.
The second Jenny left for work Grant began to prepare Jenny’s Valentine
superfeast. He had been buying the most
exotic & fattening treats he could find from all the city’s best bakeries,
grocers & specialty shops. It boggled his
mind to think about how many calories he would be stuffing into his beloved
wife, how many luscious pounds it
would add to her burgeoning frame. Her non-stop meal would begin in the
living room with appetizers & drinks to
relax her & set the mood. The next phase would take place in her lush,
double recliner where she could laze about
while being filled with sinful delights. Then just before she couldn’t walk
on her own due to her stuffed condition,
she would be led to the bedroom for a dessert menu that went on for days.
An extended stay in bed with a
ful-"filling" future.
Grant’s preparations were winding down about 4 pm when the doorbell rang.
"I’m not expecting anyone & Jenny won’t be home for a while, who could that
be?" he mused.
He peered out the peephole but to no avail.
"Who is it?" he asked but he was greeted with silence.
Finally Grant opened the door. He couldn’t have been more surprised by what
he saw.
Standing on the porch was the most incredible female specimen he had ever
laid eyes on. She stood about 5 feet tall,
slightly shorter than Jenny. Her hair was raven-black, shoulder-length.
And she was huge. Gloriously corpulent.
Massive. Every inch of her body was padded with scrumptious femininity.
She wore a giant, red "dress" T-shirt that
you wouldn’t find in any normal store. Her red pants resembled sweatpants
only the crotch connecting the legs
bridged across about three inches below what used to be her knees. Red
flats looked as if they had been
spray-painted to cover her sausagy feet. Deep black eyes looked into Grant
& red puffy lips parted saying
"Invite me in Grant, we have a lot to discuss."
"S-ss-ss-sure", he stammered, still stunned at the appearance of this
mystery woman, a representative of so many of
his lifelong fantasies.
"Well step aside then & play the gracious host" she stated.
Grant tried to collect himself & limit his lechery. "Of course, please come
in Ms............."
"Karl. Kayla Karl."
"You must be the Kayla that works with my Jenny, right?"
"You got it."
"So what are you doing here?" Grant asked, still dumbfounded.
"Seeing as how we are both adults Grant, I’ll be blunt. Jenny tells me you
are fattening her up & we think you need
to slow down or stop all together. I’m coming to the aid of my friend & I
won’t take NO for an answer."
"Damn", thought Grant, "I hope Jenny isn’t this open with all her friends.
Especially if they are anything like this
one."
"What gives you the right to meddle in our business?" Grant spewed. "Why
should I listen to you?"
"Now calm down Grant. Save your venom until after I tell you why I am
qualified to intervene. Can we sit down &
talk?" Kayla prodded.
"Alright. I’ll listen. Would you like something to drink?"
"That would be lovely. Zima if you’ve got it."
Grant’s walk to the kitchen gave him time to calm down & begin to think
about the situation. Why would Jenny send
this immense woman to talk to me about this? What is the point?
Grant returned with the drinks & sat with Kayla taking in her body more
carefully this time around. She was much
larger than Jenny with her bulk evenly proportioned all over her frame. She
was almost spherical with every part of
her body heavy with fat. Watermelon breasts, barrel thighs, hanging Jello
stomach, round face, multiple chins,
inflated arms from fingers on back. She was the total package.
"Okay Kayla, what do you have to tell me?"
"Here goes. I’ve always been a big girl. When I went to college I weighed
about 225 lbs. I had been carrying it for a
while so it didn’t bother me like it would most girls. I was with the
in-crowd & I liked to party. One night my
freshman year I met a coed named Trey. We hit it off instantly & we began
dating. It soon became clear that Trey
preferred larger women but it never seemed I was large enough for him. I
loved & tried to gain some weight but
after 6 months & only 15 pounds, he grew bored, his eye wandered & he dumped
me for a 275 pound sorority girl.
She surprised him at Christmas by showing off her newly liposuctioned
physique & he went berserk, flying into a
violent rage. His actions got him thrown out of school & out of my life."
Kayla took a long sip of her drink & continued :
"The next couple of years passed & I immersed myself in schoolwork trying to
block out the pain of a broken heart.
Only one aspect of my relationship with Trey remained & grew, my appetite.
The aftereffects of our relationship
would have pleased him no end if he had stayed. My metabolism slowed down,
my weight began to climb, my
physical activities were few & far between. By the time I graduated I was
up to 350 lbs but it didn’t really faze me. I
got a good paying job, my own place & life was going fine. Then everything
got even better when I met Tony at a
charity fundraiser. He was a computer programmer with his own software
development company & he treated me
like a queen. I knew he was attracted to heavier women, you had to be to
date me! But he never pressured me to
gain, not directly anyway. He took me to fine restaurants, brought me
thoughtful treats almost daily & basically
worshipped the ground I walked on. In two more years I was probably going
on 500 lbs & Tony delighted in my
size, & I delighted in his attentions. But even as much as he cared for me,
I always noticed whenever he would see a
REALLY big woman how his eyes would light up with desire, just like yours
did when you met me at the door."
"No they didn’t....I...." Grant stammered.
"Sure they did. Now keep quiet, this isn’t easy. I decided to gain enough
weight to where Tony wouldn’t have to
fantasize about others, I would be the dream. I shared my desires with him
& he accepted my decision with zeal.
The next year was blissful. I was the beautiful princess & Tony was my
providing prince. All was well until one day
when I was let go by my employer. She told me I no longer seemed to care
about upholding her company’s image &
that she doubted I was going to be doing much of anything for too much
longer. I was stunned & hurt. Was I that
big & unacceptable? How large was I? Tony never made numbers an issue so I
hadn’t weighed in a long time. I had
been noticing that my mobility was becoming hampered but the thought of what
she suggested had never entered my
mind. Tony & I loved to do things together & my size would not be an issue.
I was sure that if I told him of my
fears, he would help me regain my lost vigor. That night I told him that I
wanted to weigh myself. He was surprised
but he took me down to his office & weighed me on the trucking freight
scale. 675. 675. 675. The numbers echoed
in my head as Tony made passionate love to me that night. This was all
moving too fast. I can’t get this fat this fast.
I asked Tony if we could put a hold on my gaining & he said that would be
fine, as soon as you start a new job we’ll
renew your pool membership & get you eating better. I didn’t even realize
my membership had expired. 7 months
earlier. I hadn’t done my favorite activity in 7 months. How long has it
been for Jenny, Grant?"
"Uh...well... I’m not exactly sure what she likes to do...." he fumbled.
"Oh, shut up. It was a rhetorical question. It was difficult to find a job
at my size. Tony seemed to be focusing more
& more on my eating or to be more specific, my feedings. He was taking a
growing interest in feeding me. The
portions got larger & larger. More & more fattening. It was getting harder
& harder for me to drag myself out of
bed to hunt for a job. I became fatigued quickly, even more so after one of
Tony’s frequent stuffings. My wardrobe
began to shrink as I outgrew items left & right. Shopping was too tiresome,
too expensive. I spent most of the day
in bed, eating then I would spend most of the night being fed. Tony loved
watching me burst out of pants, shirts &
underwear as I became fatter & fatter. Soon I didn’t have anything to wear
although I think Tony just did away with
a lot of my clothes. I knew I was in trouble when Tony bought a freight
scale for the bedroom & began to weigh me
daily. Just walking across the room was becoming a slow, torturous chore.
770. 793. 804. 817. 842. I kept
getting fatter. Tony finally moved the scale bedside & installed a huge
lavatory bedside so I wouldn’t have to walk at
all, even if I could. One morning after he weighed me, 856, he went off to
work after only partially feeding me.
Usually he left me too stuffed to move, almost too full too breathe. But
this morning I was still hungry & my appetite
could not be denied. I struggled to my feet. I hadn’t risen unaided in a
couple of weeks. My balance was terribly off
but I eventually stabilized. I began the adagio lumber to the kitchen. I
was frightened by my size. It took all my
strength to lift one foot an inch off the ground & move it forward six
inches, my walk to the bedroom door took
what seemed like forever. I had to squeeze sideways through the door, my
girth spanning & surpassing the doorway.
After frequent rest stops & numerous near-faintings I had made it to the
kitchen period. It was even difficult to open
the fridge with all my blubber blocking the way. Then I noticed some odd
things in the fridge, it had been weeks
since I had set foot in the kitchen. Buckets of chocolate-flavored weight
gainer lined the freezer. Chocolate
milkshakes my ass! On the counter beside the fridge I found a bottle of
prescription pills. Musculo-atrophynol. He
wasn’t just trying to fatten me to immobility, he was trying to rob me of my
strength to carry all that flab as well.
And apparently from the few pills left in the bottle & my exhausted state,
he was doing an excellent job. My former
boss’s words came rushing back. I now knew exactly what she meant. She
might have even fired me at Tony’s
behest. I picked up the phone to call my only friend in town, Paula. We
lived out of walking distance, at least for me
in my naked state, of neighbors & I knew she could be trusted. She never
liked Tony. The phone was dead. I
trudged into the den to use that phone. Dead. Was I a prisoner in my own
home? Tony used the phone all the time,
from where? HIS STUDY! Which happened to be up a flight of stairs. That
took me 3 hours to ascend in my
fattened & near-immobile state. The door was locked. I leaned against it
in despair. Then BLAM! Apparently my
weight was plenty enough to break down the door but the surprise sent me
sprawling. Luckily the desk was low & I
could reach the phone from my side. I called Paula & she assured me she
would bring help & rescue me. Tony
probably didn’t think I could get out of bed, fit through the door & climb
the stairs to save myself & he was almost
right! So what do you say now?"
"That was an incredible story, Kayla!" Grant exclaimed, his member nearly
exploding. Luckily he had a pillow over
his crotch. "But what does it have to do with Jenny & myself?"
"Don’t you get it?" Kayla was exasperated. "You two are headed down the
same path & I know Jenny doesn’t want
to be immobilized & I don’t think you understand the power that you wield
over her & how it’s growing every day.
You may think you can control it but soon it takes over. You’ll do anything
to watch your fantasy girl get fatter &
fatter, more & more helpless, more & more dependent on you. Eventually
you’ll crave it & get off on it at Jenny’s
expense & she loves you too much to say NO!"
"Oh my God! I didn’t know Jenny felt so trapped by my fetish. Kayla you
must understand, I love my wife & I
wouldn’t do anything to harm her like that. I didn’t know your situation is
where my feederistic path led. Jenny & I
will find a way to balance her happiness with my desires. We will find a
compromise."
"That sounds great, Grant." Kayla said, feeling relieved. "I hope the two
of you work it out."
"There is only one small issue left to discuss, Kayla, and I need your help
to remedy it..." Grant started.
"I’m all ears, darlin’."
"That’s not all you are!" thought Grant, quickly choosing his next words.
"I have an odd situation here, Kayla. I am
willing to compromise with Jenny but I am still left with the problem of
abandoning my greatest fantasy."
"Oh, and what’s that?" Kayla responded with interest.
"I have always wanted to feed a supersized woman, like yourself, at least
once in my life. I was hoping Jenny would
be that woman but that seems impossible now. I have spent hundreds of
dollars preparing for Jenny’s Valentine feast
but it seems all that delectable food is going to go to waste
unless........."
"I eat it" Kayla nodded knowingly. "Jenny suspected you might pull
something like this. But guess what Grant, I’m
going to take you up on that feeding for a few reasons. First, it will keep
all that food out of Jenny. Second, I don’t
think you are half the feeder you pose as & I’m going to show you up.
Third, I’m really hungry, I do still have to
power a 660 body you know. And lastly, I haven’t had a good feeding in a
loooonngg time. So are you up to living
out your little fantasy for the first & last time, Grant?"
"I’ll get the first round of appetizers....." Grant called back on his way
to the kitchen.
Grant returned & escorted Kayla to a heavily padded double recliner & made
sure she was settled & comfortable. He
then set up folding tables in a semicircle around her with a padded chair on
the left & right for him to sit on. The next
site Kayla saw made her mouth water, her brow sweat. Grant came out of the
kitchen with tray after tray of the most
deliciously sinful food that she had ever laid eyes on. Chocolate covered
truffles, breaded meats & cheeses, fruits
dripping in thick syrup & enough wine to floor a Frenchman. There was so
much more than that but her senses were
overwhelmed & focusing on specific foods became difficult. Grant would prop
one tray to her left & right while he
alternated sides, helping her reach the goodies he had so carefully
prepared.
Kayla ate with gusto, as if she hadn’t indulged in a long time. Her hands
quickly became sticky, her lips & mouth
colored with sauces. Grant made sure the trays were always full & he filled
in when Kayla’s arms seemed to grow
weary from lifting. He was amazed at the sheer volume she consumed in such
a short time. What would have taken
Jenny hours, Kayla wiped out in a third of the time with little sign of
slowing down. The pounds & pounds of
appetizers that Grant expected to last well into the evening were exhausted
by 7 pm. Kayla rubbed her belly, licked
her fingers & sipped her wine in a way that said "Is that all you’ve got?"
"Are you ready for the entrees?" Grant asked, already knowing the defiant
answer.
"That’s all the appetizers? Well, if we must move on...." Kayla sighed.
Grant now knew why he had dreamed about
this moment for years. This was a challenge. She didn’t believe he could
sate her, fill her to the brim & beyond. This
was his Mt. Everest & he had barely begun to climb.
The selections that Grant brought were ridiculous in their quantity &
caloric value. Pounds of meat cooked every
way imaginable, marinated in the most fattening butters & oils he could
find. Potatoes slathered in butter, cheese,
bacon & sour cream. Mounds of steaming pasta covered in heavy sauces.
Thick, hearty soups by the quart, meant to
top off Kayla if he could push her that far. She attacked this monstrous
array of delectables with no regard for
manners or appearance. Silverware was obsolete in her frenzy. Her front
soon became littered with the crumbs of
opponents devoured but her pace rapidly declined, not from fullness but
rather from arm fatigue. Grant quickly
stepped in & resumed the stuffing at an even faster rate bringing groans of
pleasure & surprise from Kayla. "Maybe
he is pretty good at this.." she silently mused. She had already surpassed
any amount that he had ever forced into
Jenny & she wasn’t showing signs of slowing down. Then Grant began to
notice some things as she was down to the
last few pounds & trayfuls of steak, lobster, veal & pasta. Kayla’s
breathing was becoming shorter & more rapid
with her breasts bouncing more & more. She kept shifting lower & back in
the chair, slouching into a prone position
trying to make more room. At 11 o’clock Grant got what he had been waiting
hours to hear.
"Can you help me loosen some of these clothes, Grant. They’re getting a
little tight through the middle" Kayla said
sheepishly.
But Grant saw the chance to take advantage of her momentary weakness. "Not
until you’ve finished all of your
dinner. Then we will see about making you more comfortable."
"Come on Grant, I need some extra room!"
"Not until you’ve done as I ask."
Kayla tried to squirm her way to a sitting position & adjust her confining
garments but she didn’t realize just how
much she had eaten. There was no way she could get up under her own power,
her belly was too heavy & it pressed
her back into the chair. Grant began cutting larger & larger pieces,
putting them between her plump lips, jaws aching
from overuse. Kayla groaned with every swallow, trying to rub her overtaxed
paunch but Grant put her hands under
weighty pillows, encasing her in the chair. He started using both hands,
stuffing more in before she had finished with
the previous mouthful, covering her front with large chunks of food that he
gathered up & restuffed until it was gone.
Kayla began to sweat profusely as her belly cried out for relief. She
closed her eyes & tried to concentrate on
swallowing. Finally as she began to drift off into a quiet place, Grant
broke into her thoughts
"All done with dinner. What can I do for you while you get ready for
dessert?"
Kayla couldn’t even fathom the thought of dessert but she realized that she
should try & make the best of it.
"I need to loosen my clothes & get more comfortable, please. I need help, I
can barely even breathe."
"So how am I doing so far?" Grant inquired, already knowing the answer.
"You are better than I thought. You win. I should be going." she said.
What time was it anyway?
"I don’t think you’re going anywhere except where I tell you Ms. Kayla. We
have an agreement. As Jenny told you,
I’m big on agreements & fulfilling them."
Kayla knew he was right. "So help me up." she implored.
It took a while to maneuver Kayla to her feet but once he did, Grant was
impressed by the site. Her shirt was stained
from chin to knee, her belly hanging lower than when she had arrived. The
look in Kayla’s eyes screamed defeat but
the game was not over. Grant slowly led Kayla down the hall stopping often
for her to catch her breath.
"I don’t know....if I’ve....ever.....been......this full..." Kayla panted,
feeling the strain of the long walk.
"Oh just wait until later, my dear" and Kayla instantly understood what he
meant when they turned into the bedroom.
The bed was surrounded by countless desserts of every type. It could take
days to eat all of it. Kayla knew she was
going to be fed like never before the next few hours, filled past her
limits. She knew she would leave Jenny’s house
heavier & fatter than when she arrived. This idea frightened her but it
also brought an unexpected feeling that she
hadn’t felt in a long time, pure lust. She knew that Grant was going to
stuff her senseless & that she was powerless
to stop him in her condition. She could feel herself become instantly wet
with anticipation, her thighs sliding over one
another much easier now. Kayla was torn between wanting & not wanting the
same thing to happen. It was almost
more than she could stand.
Grant began to quietly undress Kayla, loosening her garments slowly,
caressing the areas where they dug into Kayla’s
bountiful flesh. He slipped her shirt over her head, gently worked her
sweatpants down, allowing her to ponderously
step out of them, barely lifting her massive legs. Grant noticed her bra
was too small to properly contain her
mountainous breasts, evidence of something Grant was becoming an expert on.
"You’ve been getting fatter lately, haven’t you dear Kayla?"
She responded by slowly nodding her head, eyes closed, lips parted, uttering
a low moan as Grant carefully unhooked
her bra, tracing its lines on her back & sides.
"So are we feeling more...or less... confined now, Kayla?" Grant purred in
her ear as he softly ventured his hands
over & under her breasts, marveling in their weight. Her nipples hardened
as if chilled even as sweat trickled between
her breasts, hot to the touch. He used a tiny pair of sewing scissors to
artfully snip away her panties, noticing the
abundance of feminine wetness. He explored the underlying areas of her
hips, rear & belly as Kayla began to wobble,
her flesh rippling like waves under Grant’s expert touch. The tightness of
her panties led to him saying :
"You’ve been getting MUCH fatter recently, haven’t you Kayla? These didn’t
fit 50 pounds ago did they?" Her
guilty, side-to-side head motion said more than any words. "I think it’s
time you got even more of what you’ve been
wanting & I get to live out the second part of my fantasy, to make love to
an immense woman like you who I have
personally filled to my satisfaction."
With the word "satisfaction" Kayla’s knees began to buckle. Grant strongly
guided her onto a well-arranged
mountain of pillows & Kayla sank into the bed, unable to do anything else.
"But....what about........Jenny......" Kayla whispered, her voice dulled by
her passions.
"It’s like you said, dear, it’s only once, you’ll be doing a favor for a
friend. It’s the least you can do to assure our
happiness, and your own."
Kayla had neither the strength or the desire to argue as Grant positioned
her in the plush menage of pillows. He
began to feed her small chocolates as he massaged her breasts, moving down
to & under her stomach, snaking a path
to the source of Kayla’s heat & desire. His long arms had no trouble
reaching & his nimble fingers had no trouble
inching Kayla towards meltdown. As her breathing became short & shallow,
both of his hands moved faster, stuffing
chocolates between her lips & setting her feminine lips on fire as he parted
them & slowly circled her pleasure center.
As she approached eruption, Grant was literally shoveling handfuls of treats
into her panting mouth, her climax
catapulting her into a temporary slumber. She drifted in & out of torpor.
She only knew that Grant continued to
feed her but she couldn’t pinpoint what she was swallowing. All her senses
could tell her was that it was sweet, sinful
& that there didn’t seem to be an end in sight. Sometimes she would drift
in to see Grant suckling her breast,
kneading it like dough. Other times she would feel him inside her, bringing
her over the top again & again. Her
physical strength seemed nonexistent while her sexual energy seemed
boundless. In the midst of the final push, Kayla
felt as though Grant was pushing cake into her mouth with both of his hands
as he also brought her off with his warm
lips but she was too enraptured to make sense of it.
Kayla groggily opened her eyes as tiny beams of sunlight danced on her
eyelids. Her head had lolled to the right &
she noticed that all the trays on that side of the bed were empty, cleared
of their wares. She suddenly realized where
she was & the problems therein. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t rise
nor could she gather her arms behind her to
help. She turned her head even farther to the right & saw a thick, padded
black strap around her fat wrists. Labored
motion revealed to her that her left wrist was in the same predicament. Her
inability to move her legs & the pressure
on her ankles told of their fate. She was tied in Grant’s bed!
"Grant! Grant! Get in here & untie me!" she yelled, noticing the sugary
coating on her lips, evidence of the previous
night’s gluttony.
"You’re awake!" said Grant cheerily as he carried in a tray full of the
smells of bacon & eggs. "You must be
famished after all you went through last night!"
"Untie me! We had a deal & it’s over! Jenny is going to catch us! I can’t
believe she hasn’t already!"
"No no, we won’t be untying you until you are too fat to need binding. We
can’t have you running, ha!, waddling off
now can we? I can’t wait to take care of you, feed you & pleasure you well
into your immobility..." Grant rambled as
he prepared to feed Kayla. "This is the third part of my fantasy, parts one
& two never end!"
Kayla was becoming impatient & angry. "This isn’t right! Last night was
wonderful but it’s over! Jenny would never
approve of what we did or how you’re treating me!"
"Well now I wouldn’t say that........" came a familiar, feminine voice from
the doorway, holding a SlimFast shake in
her plump hands.
THE END?
by StoryWriter