The Journal and the Sketch Book
By PB

Our story begins in a small town in the American Midwest. . .typical little town, everyone knows everyone. . . mostly because folks gossip more than anything. The main street is almost like a painting. . . a caricature of a small Midwestern town, indeed a picturesque place to live out your days in peace. Our story isn't about the town however. . . it's about one specific resident of this quaint little slice of heaven. . . a young man by the name of Dave Feinberg. Dave graduated from high school a couple years ago. . . he's around twenty one years old. . . currently employed at his mother's local bakery. So, that stated, let's put a few pieces together. . . single mother, only male child, mother owns a bakery. . . all adding up to Dave being an introverted, overweight, homebody. . .

Dave weighs in at around 288 pounds, standing around six feet tall. . . a huge stretch mark lined belly that falls slightly between his legs when sitting, thick cellulite and stretch mark laden upper arms and thighs, all topped off with a distinct double chin and substantial man breasts. His mother, however, doesn't see her son as the morbidly obese, social outcast of a young man he really is. . . all she sees is her sweet baby boy. . .

"David! Time for work!" Dave's mother Rita yells up the stairs from the kitchen where she's whipping together some breakfast pastries and some eggs and bacon for her son's breakfast. . . Dave kicks off his blankets and swings his feet off the bed. . . sitting up, we get a good look at the blubbery young man we've heard about thus far. . . Breathing a heavy sigh, Dave wanders into the bathroom and showers off and gets dressed. . . oversized t-shirt, navy blue hooded pullover, baggy jeans. . . as usual, in hopes of covering his large girth. . . just an old habit from high school. . . At the shop, all he does is bake and help clean up. . . he insisted that he work in the back out of sight when he initially was asked by his mother to stay and be his apprentice baker. . . He slips on a pair of leather slip-on sandals and clomps down stairs to meet his mom. . .

"Hey, kiddo, breakfast is ready!" she exclaims with a smile. . . Dave smiles, plops down at the table and starts chowing down alongside his equally plump mother. Rita Feinberg has run the bakery for around twenty-five years. . . and it shows. Her five-foot-ten-inch frame is loaded with 338 pounds of wiggly jiggly blubber. . . her massive stretch mark laden belly hangs down between her legs and folds slightly at the bottom forming two sections just below her belly button. . . her arms and thighs are huge masses of cellulite, the fat rolling over her elbows and knees. . . and her gigantic Double-E size breasts even in a bra fall to either side of her magnificent gut. . . The two chow down for a good twenty minutes before heading off to the shop, getting there at around six o'clock to start the ovens.

A few hours of mindless work and back and forth chit chat with his mom passes, and then. . . then Dave's favorite part of the day arrives. . . She comes in for her daily visit. . . she being Lisa Ramirez, a half Hispanic/half white beauty that Dave has been lusting over since she and her lawyer father moved into town Dave's senior year of high school. Lisa's just starting her own senior year. . . standing five foot two inches tall and weighing in at slender 122 pounds. . . her long jet black hair cascading around her slender cherub cheeked little face. . . her light brown skin always flawless. . . To top it all off, she's a straight A student and senior class president.

Dave peers over the back counter at the beautiful eighteen year old goddess as she sits in a corner booth with a croissant and few school books. . .

Dave sits there, going about his usual fantasies. . . fantasies about food, feeding, weight gain. . . and Lisa. See, Dave Feinberg has a special and quite unusual interest in food and gaining weight. . . his somewhat large and lonely upbringing gave Dave ample time to eat his way up to the 288-pound butterball he is, as well as formulate and chronicle hundreds of weight gain stories in his journal. Dave's been writing weight gain fiction for a few months now. . . all of his tales centering around himself and the beautiful Lisa. Before he knew it, about two hours drifted by whilst he'd been daydreaming. . . just as he realizes what the time was. . . Lisa finishes up her work, picks up her things, thanks Mrs. Feinberg. . . and leaves. Dave sighs a heavy sigh as his mother asks him to bus a few tables while she helps a few customers. . .

Dave gets to the table Lisa was sitting at and sees something. . . a notebook. . . a large Do Not Open sticker plastered across the front. Dave's first instinct is to leave it be. . . but he simply can't help himself. . . he picks up the notebook and huffs his way to the back, telling his mom he's taking a quick break. Once situated in the back office, he slowly opens the notebook, beginning to read its contents. . . and Dave almost falls out of his chair. . .

Page after page of doodles, drawings, portraits of large overweight people. . . he always knew Lisa was an exceptional artist because of her work in the high school art club. . . but. . . these lifelike pictures of blubbery bellies and cellulite laden rear ends were nothing like the various flowers and bowls of fruit she entered into the county fair the past few years. After gazing over every page, he placed the notebook under the counter. . . and went about working. . . his mind flooded with ideas and possibilities. . . Lisa was into weight gain, too!

That next day. . . Dave was alone in the shop, his mother had gone on a trip into the city to do shopping. . . leaving Dave in charge of the shop. . . If was their usual slow day so Dave spent most of his time thumbing through Lisa's still present notebook and stuffing his face with leftover cupcakes. Around four in the afternoon the front bell chimed. . . it was Lisa. Dave immediately started to sweat. . . his eyes darting down to the notebook under the counter. Lisa also looked rather nervous. . . obviously afraid Dave or his mother had seen her notebook. . .

"Hi. . . Hi there, Dave." Lisa stutters. Dave greets her as steadily as he can. She inquires about her notebook. . . Dave reaches under the counter and slides it over to her. She sees the badly bent page corners right off the bat. . . and starts to panic. "You. . . you didn't look in there, did you?!" Dave, without thinking, says he did indeed. Lisa, even with her light brown compaction, turns bright red with embarrassment. "You weren't supposed to see that, no one was!" Lisa exclaims near tears. Dave exits from behind the counter. . . standing in front of Lisa. . . holding his journal. . .

"Here. . ." Dave hands his journal over to the girl of his dreams. "It's only fair. . . I invaded your private thoughts about me, you get to invade mine about you. . . " Lisa and Dave sit at the counter leafing through each of their private tomes. Not a soul comes into the bakery, allowing the two to expose to each other their love of food, fat, and weight gain. . . and. . . each other.

Lisa has had an obsession with food and fat for as long as she can remember. . . As a young child she was a butterball; at fourteen she was 220 pounds. . . but her father insisted she lose weight. . . and she did. After talking long into the late afternoon the two decided. . . they were going to start a journey together, Lisa wanted to become an obese woman. . . and Dave wanted to help her grow. Dave sent Lisa home with a backpack full of fattening goodies from the bakery. . .

Weeks went by. . . some of the most amazing weeks of Dave and Lisa's lives. Each and every day, if they weren't either in school or working, they were together eating. Sure, Dave indulged, but he spent most of his time and energy feeding his dream girl all the fattening treats he could gather together.

In but a few mere months' time, Lisa had gone from her slender while still quite buxom 122 pounds to a much rounder and curvier 144. . . a gain of 22 pounds! On her short five-foot-two-inch frame and her being of at least part Hispanic origin. . . each and every one of those 22 pounds showed itself in her much rounder rear end and now a few sizes up from her former C-cup breasts to a beautiful tear drop shaped D-cup.

Lisa's father, of course, had noticed. . . and he and his growing daughter had it out on a number of occasions, but Lisa eventually won him over. . . her father realizing it's better to have a larger, happier daughter that loves and respects him. . . than a thinner, miserable daughter that wants nothing to do with him. This occurrence only made Lisa more determined to gain more and more beautiful fat. . . upping her intake to five meals a day, with constant snacking and visits to the bakery. . . as little physical exertion as humanly possible, and to top it all off. . . glass after glass of the concentrated weight gain power body builders use. . . each and every night before bed!

It wasn't long before even 144 pounds was behind her completely. . . and she and her Dave trucked around town, he a now 320-pound obese man, she a now 198 pound fat girl. Dave exploded with his 32-pound gain, putting him in the super heavyweight division, his belly now hanging down out the bottom of almost every shirt he owned, even if ever so slightly. . . his sagging gut taking on the look of his ample mother's. . . forming two vertical folds just below his belly button. . . his fat laden, stretch mark covered upper arms and thighs folding over his elbows and knees to a large degree. . . and his face now twice as large, his fat cheeks and three chins distorting his features ever so slightly.

Lisa now sported a good-sized pot belly due to her complete 76-pound gain. . . deep pink stretch marks lining her gut as it poked out over his jeans and from under her too tight baby t-shirt. Her arms, thighs and back all gaining a nice distribution of fat. . . and her face gaining a fair amount, adding a picturesque little double chin to her cherub-esque face.

The couple lived life as normally as they could in the gossipy small-town atmosphere. . . especially with everything they have going against them. I mean. . . an older obese white boy taking on a half Hispanic half Anglo, model thin, straight A student and the two of them ballooning at a breakneck speed for the whole town to see. . . But this didn't matter to Dave and Lisa; they almost had fun with the stares and whispers. . . once packing near six or seven picnic baskets full of fattening foods. . . a veritable feast. . . then trucking their meal out to the local park area, plopping down, and eating for hours. . . eating like pigs, spilling down the front of their shirts, no utensils, shoving the food in their gaping maws like infants. . . just to get that shocked reaction. They didn't care. They were in love with gaining weight. . . they loved what they were accomplishing; they were in love with each other. . .

More months passed. . . Dave continued to gain, reaching what seemed to be his plateau at 358. . . he was a huge young man, every inch of his body dripping with cellulite and stretch marks. His underarms hung like sacks of cooked rice under his arms, folding over his elbows almost completely. . . same can be said for his thighs. His three thick full chins, cherub-like cheeks, and fattened forehead distorted his features. . . and his belly hung down to the ends of his knees when sitting. Dave bought the apartment above the bakery, becoming head baker. . . allowing his mother some much needed time off. . .

Lisa graduated and made her decision. . . she became Dave's partner in the bakery. . . and, rightfully so, since they were married the day after she graduated. Lisa, in total, from her starting weight of 122 pounds, gained 206 pounds. . . putting her at a rotund 328 pounds of pure fat! Her belly hangs down into her lap folding under the belly button much like her husband's, past her beautiful round stretch mark covered hips and enormous cellulite laden rear. . . we see her thick beautiful cellulite covered thighs. . . mimicking her huge giggling upper arms and thick fingers. . . her face ballooning with round cherub-like cheeks and two huge chins. The couple. . . together clocking in at 686 pounds. . . had two children, each of which had a penchant for sweets. . . just like their parents, who every day told their young ones to keep a journal or a sketch book. . . because you never know what keeping a record of your thoughts might bring your way. . .