It was her last day of work at a job that she wasn't sorry to lose
anyway. The guy that she was meeting for lunch was sexy as hell,
but he was really just a friend. One of those men that are just fun
to be around with the added bonus of not being hard to look at.
Besides, he had the worst reputation for being a slut, and she
didn't need that kind of trouble right before she left the state for a
dream job up north. Sure he was lean and dark and single, with
chocolate killer eyes and a little-boy grin, but there would be lots
of those in her new town. She hoped...
He had eaten lunch with her before, and he was really looking
forward to doing it again. She was absolutely gorgeous, tall and
voluptuous to the point that it was distracting. But they were just
friends, recently promoted from being acquaintances. As it
happened, she was also one of the smartest people he knew, and
he didn't want to blow this new friendship by making a move on
her too quickly. Oh well, even if he never did touch her it was still
somehow enough to just look at her soft golden hair and bright
green eyes, not to mention the outrageous curves she wielded.
Even the politest hug from her was thrilling
The noise of his bike caught her attention. Somehow he had found
a spot right next to the pizza parlor where she was waiting for him.
It let her watch him secretly as he locked up the Harley,
unknowingly giving her several good ass shots. He walked into the
place with a casual swagger dressed in jeans and a tee shirt that
made him look like a macho character in a comedy skit. The shirt
was tight and black with some sort of biker design on it, and his
jeans were snug enough to prove that he didn't wear underwear.
He smiled as soon as he saw her, and she thought for an instant
that maybe it would be nice to be more than just friends with him.
Most of the pizza place was dark, done in rich paneling to give it
that Old Chicago look. But sitting next to the window was the
rubenesque blonde he had come to see. The sunlight was angled
just enough to shine on all of her, making her seem to glow. She
was wearing a dark blue business suit, conservative but
completely unable to disguise the fact that she was blatantly
feminine. The pale blouse that she wore was only tight enough to
hint at the fact that her impressive bust was on the verge of
popping out of the sturdy bra she wore. When he looked up to
her face, she was already smiling at him. He noticed that she had
really sexy lips, and he wanted to do more to make her smile.
They had a nice conversation over coke and tea. Deeper than just
polite banter but nothing truly soul baring. The salads came and
were eaten. She pushed the little plate away, saying apologetically
that she should really just stop eating at that.
He didn't mean to, but he steered the conversation that direction.
Soon they were talking about eating and weight exclusively. She
loved to eat, but had always been careful about gaining too much.
He loved big women, and was never at all shy about letting a big
woman know it. After a little while she seemed fascinated by his
ideas of how erotic it was to watch a woman eat and gain. How
each new pound became a new erogenous zone. How every time
she added a new bulge or roll, it was like making love to a
different woman. How after a woman had gotten plump enough,
that sex was like a threesome between her, her lover, and her fat.
They carried the conversation on until she noticed that her whole
single pizza was gone, and she wanted more.
Without asking, she reached for his last piece. He smiled inwardly,
and felt his cock shift positions a little. She had been listening to
what he said about how sexy women are when they eat without
asking him why he thought that. It was as though she had felt the
same things without ever realizing it, never given those feelings
words. And now that he thought she might be agreeing with him
that a fat woman is sexy and so a fatter woman is a sexier woman,
he wasn't about to argue over a slice of pizza that he didn't want
anyway.
He called the waitress over and asked for two more single pizzas,
both of them with extra meat. After that it was really easy to talk
her into blowing off the last couple of hour at her dead-end job
and just sit here and talk with him. The next two pizzas arrived
and steered their meandering conversation back to the erotic
aspects of food. The same was true for the next two. He would
set one of the pizzas at his place at the table until she finished hers,
then she would switch her empty plate for his full one. No one but
the two of them noticed as she ate her fifth pizza, then called the
waitress over herself to order a large serving of lasagna and one
more single pizza.
By the time she had finished that order, they didn't talk about
much else besides the fact that her stuffing herself was really
turning them both on. Her tummy was full, and her skirt was
devilishly uncomfortable. At this point even her jaws were tired
from chewing. But she was still so excited, and now it was more
than the fact that she had the totally undivided attention of a good
looking man. She was turning herself on by gorging herself this
way. It was an alien feeling, but there was no denying that
something made her even hornier when she ordered four more
pizzas.
After she had sat in front of him and eaten more than ten little
pizzas and a big plate of lasagna, his hard-on was becoming one
hell of an annoyance. He knew that she couldn't still be hungry,
and he knew that she didn't normally binge this way. That meant
that she was eating just because she wanted to feel her belly
swelling out with food. She wanted to feel that indulgence, that
complete satisfaction that comes from going all the way to your
limits. Whether she was doing this as a kind of peep-show for him
or not didn't matter a bit. The sight of her eating and eating the
most fattening foods available was becoming more than he could
stand. This was a fantasy he had always had, and now just a short
time after he had mentioned it to her, she was living it out. He
thought that it couldn't get any better than that.
He was wrong. She politely excused herself and tried to slide out
of the booth. She had sat down on the tight bench seat as a big
curvaceous woman. She was now much bigger across the middle
and her muscles were getting lethargic from the massive meal she
carried in her bloated stomach. Standing up wasn't easy for him
either as his throbbing erection suddenly had to adjust in his jeans
to the new position, but he rose to help pull her out of the booth.
She was wearing a skirt that matched the dark blue coat, but the
slit up the side of her long sexy leg was much less businesslike.
The blouse that tried to hide her impressive bust was losing the
battle against her newly enhanced belly. The buttonholes were
starting to gap over the point where it was tucked into the cinching
waistband of her skirt. The way her tummy was bulging above and
below the band was terribly exciting, but nothing to the crease he
could make out below that. She was wearing a garter belt that
was biting into the relentless swell of her fattening belly. Oh, this
woman could really be a goddess!
She almost let herself get embarrassed by needing help with
standing, but there was something about being so over-fed that
she needed help to move that sent tingles of pleasure between her
legs. Besides, any embarrassment she may have had left over was
erased by the detailed bulge she couldn't miss in the front of his
pants. He wasn't lying about this feeding stuff, he really was getting
at least as horny as she was over her binge. She walked slowly to
the ladies room, being certain to not do any of the things that she
had learned to do to keep her broad rear from jiggling. Let him
enjoy it as much as she was learning to...
She was only in the ladies room for a minute. She had only gone in
long enough to check her already light make-up and long blonde
hair. Well, that and do something about that unbearable skirt!
After coaxing her blazer off, she tried to pull the zipper around
from the back to the front so that she could get at it, but after ten
of those delicious pizzas and the lasagna and whatever else she
had eaten in the past two hours it wouldn't budge. She sucked in a
big breath along with as much of her stomach as she could and
tried again, nothing happened. Frustrated, she blew the breath out
and let her belly relax and fall suddenly.
It relaxed further than she had expected. The button popped away
and clattered to the floor. That was more than the fine nylon
zipper could handle, and it fell apart also. The skirt wasn't totally
destroyed, but it was going to be a trick to make it work for the
rest of the day with no button and a busted zipper. But the worry
over a little clothing emergency didn't begin to compete with the
relief she felt when her bloated stomach suddenly gained its
freedom. She pulled her blouse up and assessed herself in the
mirror.
She had always been a big girl, sturdy Northern European stock
and all that. But now, in this pizza parlor mirror with a ruined skirt
and a struggling blouse framing her massively swollen belly, she
looked fat. This was the first time that she had ever thought that
she looked that way. A few times she had decided that she
looked plump, and her mom had given this jumpsuit that made her
look down right chubby, but she had never actually thought that
she looked FAT before. And the surprise greater than that was
that she liked it. Pulling the strap of her black lace garter belt
down, she took a moment to admire herself in this new way. She
looked good as a fat woman; unmistakably feminine, pampered,
luxurious, and powerful. Her hands slipped under the swell of her
full tummy and hefted it gently. One hand raised a bit above the
other, and she rocked it playfully back and forth a few times. Even
though her fair skin was stretched tight across the it, her new belly
fell with a satisfying bounce when she dropped it back down and
pulled the elastic of her garter belt back over it. Yeah, this was a
good look for her, and wouldn't that guy waiting at the booth for
her love this.
Thinking of him brought up the greatest surprise of the afternoon.
She noticed that she still felt hungry.
After a quick readjustment of her skirt she walked back out into
the dining area. No one seemed to notice that the slit now ran up
the back of her skirt now, and she looked casual and relaxed
carrying her blazer folded over her elbow. She was certain that
nobody could tell how she was battling to keep her clothes on.
As soon as she rounded the corner, he noticed that she was
having to hold her skirt closed with that hand under her jacket.
While she had been gone, his hard-on had faded to a slightly more
comfortable size. But now, seeing that she had outgrown her skirt,
his cock leapt up harder than it had been before. He could almost
hear his own zipper start to separate. The double bounce of her
bust above the majestic sway of her new belly as her strong wide
thighs shoved it to from side to side was hypnotic to him.
She squeezed by him and started to get back into the booth. It
was no easier than getting out had been, and he wasn't able to
help her this time. She could move more freely now with her
loosened skirt, but now she also took up more room in the seat.
When the struggle was over, she allowed herself a small sigh.
He sat down on the edge of her seat and told her that he had just
asked for the check. They would be leaving in a few minutes,
unless she wanted to stay for a little while longer. His eyes
glittered for just a moment with the hope that she would say yes.
Her mind ran through a list of pros and cons in seconds. She was
already breaking out of her clothes, she should get back to work
sometime this afternoon, there would be no way to fool the
waitress into thinking that she wasn't really gorging herself, she had
already eaten enough for a week, all this food was going to be
expensive, and did she really want to eat this much in front of a
man? But the skirt was already broken and roomier now, she was
quitting that job anyway, this waitress would never see her again,
she still felt a little hungry, he had a credit card that he liked to use,
and yes she sure as hell did want to eat this much in front of this
man! So she scooted over a couple of inches and motioned him in
to sit beside her.
The waitress came back and handed him the bill from the first
round. Then she ordered another two plates of the lasagna with
extra garlic bread and a small bowl of cheese on the side. Also a
couple of beers, lite for him and she wanted a real one, all on a
new tab. She looked at him and grinned devilishly, then flashed
her eyes demurely down at his crotch. It made her feel even
hungrier when she saw his pulse clearly though the tent in his
jeans.
The beers arrived quickly, and the lasagna was close after that.
Without the lunch crowd around, the service here was excellent.
The servings also seemed to be a bit more generous now, and just
getting halfway through the first plateful made her think that she
had really overestimated herself by ordering two of them. She
pushed both plates away and leaned back, closing her eyes for a
second. When she opened her eyes, he was offering her mouth a
fork full of the scrumptious Italian casserole. She took it, closing
her shapely lips over the shaft of the fork as she did. A drink of
beer, and she took the next offering from him. After a short time,
she would just keep her eyes closed and open her mouth for the
next delicious morsel. She could tell when he added a bite of the
buttery bread, or sprinkled some extra cheese on the lasagna.
Occasionally she would open her eyes long enough to look into
his, absorb the pleasure and the lust she saw there, then close her
eyes and take the next bite from his fork.
His voice was deep when he asked her if she wanted something
else. She opened her eyes and saw that now both plates were
empty except for a few orange stains and a bit of stuck-on
cheese. It was that voice, the worshipful tone of it, that made her
say yes. The waitress showed up with more beer and two more of
the pizzas. She felt herself grow moist between her legs when he
told her that he had ordered pizza so that he could feed it to her
by hand this time.
Each bite was wonderful, pepperoni and extra hamburger with
who knew how many extra toppings on the first, Sausage and
peppers and olives with extra cheese on the second. He held the
slice each time so that she could control the size of the bite that
she was taking. She got into the habit of taking large bites so that
she could feel his fingers brush against her chin or her lips. The
moisture in her panties soon grew to wetness, as the ecstasy of his
touch and his feeding overcame the tightness in her belly.
He wanted to touch her now, to feel how big her belly was
becoming, to see if she was as excruciatingly aroused as he was.
Now that he was using his hands to feed her, every time she slid
one of those voluptuous lips across one of his big fingers it made it
aching dick jerk expectantly. He fed her and he watched her, in
erotic awe of the way that she could indulge herself this way. This
was his fantasy, sitting beside a gorgeous woman who would let
him feed her until she burst through her clothes, and then still be
unsatisfied. So even as his balls got increasingly more painful,
there was no way in hell that he was going to stop as long as he
could coax one more calorie into those seductive and busy lips of
hers.
The waitress had stopped trying to conceal her interest, then
jealousy, then arousal at the show that these two people were
putting on. Instead she felt as though she had finally been invited to
join them. Her role was to supply the handsome man with
everything he desired, so that he could please the lucky woman he
had chosen to serve. His wordless gestures were eloquent to her,
and she went off to get his next order, wondering if she would
ever be as fortunate as the heavy blonde that she was helping to
feed.
The pizzas were gone again, and she didn't meet the waitresses
stare when the beer and two more plates lasagna arrived. He fed
these to her with his hands this time, wonderful! She could feel an
occasional drip or crumb drip down her chin or her cheeks, and
then fall to her blouse, but didn't care in the slightest. There was
no way that anything was going to break the spell of this sensuous
over-indulgence. Since she had nothing to do with her hands as he
fed her still more, she touched her self. First her thighs, feeling the
way that her expanding tummy pushed them apart. Next to her
broad hips, enjoying their softness and responsiveness to her
touch. Silently she wished that she could make them grow the
same way that her belly was growing right now. There was no
telling how much he had fed her now, her mind was far too
focused on the symphony of ecstasies from her mouth and hands
and belly and every cubic inch of her body as she imagined it
growing fatter and fatter with every mouthful he lovingly offered
her. But now she had distracted herself for as long as she was
able. She couldn't control herself or her hands any further.
A shiver coursed through her as her hands finally came up to the
massive bulge that her tummy had become since noon. She could
still feel that it was soft to the touch because of the layer of fat she
had carried there for years. But now, with more food than she
would ever believe filling it, the skin was stretched tightly over it,
and there was almost a solid, bouncy core inside. Gently, afraid
that it might hurt, she gave it an experimental squeeze with her left
hand.
Oooh.. That's new. The skin was so taut over her belly that even
the most delicate movement pulled at her most intimate place. She
squeezed again, this time a bit more forcefully and with both
hands. Her clit nearly shocked her and began to fill out instantly.
She smiled like a mischievous little kid and looked into her
feeder's eyes. She gave herself another squeeze, this time using
her shoulders to push her hands closer together when she did. Just
before her eyes drifted closed with the thrill of the sensations, she
saw his eyes drawn down by the motion. Better still that he was
watching her play with her new self now.
He put the bite of lasagna down and watched her for a moment.
This must be the same way that treasure hunters feel when they
finally make that one mother lode strike. He hands were just on
the sides of her distended belly, massaging slowly at the naked
flesh peeking out from her inadequate clothes. Her fingers would
press gingerly into the fat she had there, then they would squeeze
closer together. He heard her breathing getting deeper and faster,
just a little but enough to let him know what she was doing to
herself. One of his hands, he finally noticed, was stroking through
her hair. The other one he placed delicately on the front of her
belly.
Her pussy was finally really wet, soaking into the cotton crotch of
her panties. The feeling of her hands on her sides, tugging her clit
against the fat at the top of her thighs was amazing. The luxuriant
laziness from being stuffed so extremely full was even more
enticing, as was the sinfully indulgent heaviness stretching out her
swollen stomach. And now that his hands were finally on her, she
was pushed to the point where the decision was made for her.
Her breathing came faster, and she had to actively try to remain
quiet. She got rougher with her belly, bouncing her firm clit around
and using every inch of her fat to masturbate. Her heavy tits in
their sensible bra, the flab on her upper arms, her big strong
calves... Every part of her body was pushing her toward cumming
in a way that she had never known before.
Only one thing was missing, and only one thing was wrong. She
wanted to still be eating, and right now she didn't want to share
her newly fattened body with anyone just yet. She whispered,
nearly gasped that she wanted him to go back to feeding her. She
didn't mention that she didn't want his hand on her magnificent gut
right at the moment. She didn't want to hurt his feelings and she
didn't want to waste the energy.
He pulled his hand away from her paunch with only the slightest
regrets. There was some nervousness that she was too
over-stuffed to have his hand on her anyway, and feeding her was
his greatest pleasure right now. So he picked up the next serving
of food and presented it to her eager mouth. She bit at it greedily,
wrapping her lips around two of his fingers as she did. A slight
sucking at them and then she released him so that he could get the
next morsel to her. He did quickly, and this time she sucked a
moment longer at his thick finger. By now her breath was getting
ragged, and her hands were getting more energetic with the ball of
pleasure in her lap.
She was so close, so close. Her hands dug at her fat belly and she
shifted her broad thighs back and forth to bring even more friction
against her swollen clit and dripping pussy lips. And still the food
kept being presented to her. The food just kept coming, filling her
more and more as long as she kept opening her insatiable mouth.
How fat could she get if he never quit shoving the delicious food
into her growing body?
An image flashed across her mind, that she was immensely obese,
belly impossibly massive and pinning her to a giant mattress, round
arms just able to reach the nipples at the ends of her flowing
breasts. Trapped by her own body, immobile and pampered,
unable to do anything for herself except to eat and eat and eat
everything that he offered her open mouth. She imagined the
motion of her breathing sending tidal waves across the vast
expanse of her bellies, that would tug and tickle at her swollen and
hidden clit until just breathing could drive her to crashing orgasms.
Her breath caught suddenly and she bounced her fat savagely. He
watched in awe as her boobs danced with the sweeping thrusts of
her exertions. Her orgasm had finally laid hold of her, and was
racing through her engorged body with complete abandon. Her
eyes clenched tightly and her neck arched, little whimpers slipped
between her clenched teeth. He could feel the strong muscles
clamping her thighs together, and could only imagine what was
going on in the crowded space at her crotch. But even as the
violent release swept through her, her mouth opened, obviously
wanting yet another bite of food.
The image in her mind grew fatter still. She wanted more food in
her real body to feed her fantasy body. Thick legs forced further
apart as they filled with more fat, ass pushing up at her mammoth
bulk and spreading wider beneath her. But mostly it was her belly,
a gigantic tide of flab that continued to expand. Nothing else
entered her mind as her orgasm peeked except to keep eating so
that she could feed the image of her mind's belly getting fatter and
fatter and FATTER!!
Slowly the buzzing rush of cumming faded, and she came back
into the booth in the pizza parlor in a very public place. Yet for no
reason that she could immediately name, she wasn't at all
embarrassed. She looked over at her feeder, wondering for a
moment when she had started thinking of him in that term, and
returned his smile. Hers was content and relaxed, his was excited
and somehow triumphant. It was a good match.
They shared a quiet giggling conversation, just as they would if
they had just had sex in a parents' bedroom while still in high
school. The waitress was a little slow in getting the new check out
to them, and when she did she was also carrying a video cassette.
While she waited for him to sign the credit card receipt, she
pointed candidly up to the ceiling over the booth in front of them.
Neither of them had noticed the camera before, and the thought of
what it might have caught sent a little thrill through each of them.
Getting her out of the booth this time was a real struggle, and
finished off two of the lower buttons on her blouse. At last she
stood outside the booth and was shocked at how much her belly
actually weighed. After a big salad, more than twelve pizzas, five
large helpings of lasagna, and all the Italian side dishes and extras
that went with all of that, she shouldn't have been surprised. He
helped her get back into her jacket, then walked out of the pizza
parlor at her side to help her hide the damage she had done to her
skirt. She stepped slowly, not wanting to give her inflated paunch
anything to complain about. She didn't feel sick, but why take a
chance with it? Besides, that beautiful new belly had just given her
a whole new outlook on what her body and her fantasies could be
like from now on. She was grateful to it for that, and had every
intention of pampering it at any opportunity.
Once he had walked her back to her car and got her comfortably
inside it, he tried to hand her the tape. She told him to keep it.
Now that she had found out about what an immense pleasure
eating could be, she would have plenty to remind herself of this
day. More and more to remind herself after each meal as the time
passed in her new city. She really hoped she could find someone
like him up there. Even if she had to do it herself, she didn't think
that would be a problem at all...
by Rebel