Melissa groaned as she lay flat on the bed, sucking in her stomach for all she was worth.
The
skin
tight jeans were filled almost beyond capacity, and she struggled to close the zipper. She
knew
that the pants were way too small. In fact, she had worn them for several years since she
was
just
a teenager. But she didn't want to reveal her weight "problem" to her fiancé Mark by
shopping
for new jeans. Mark never commented either positively or negatively about her weight,
but she
was terrified of putting on any more pounds than she had recently.
For several years, Melissa had enjoyed a completely unrestricted diet and never shown
the
effects.
She remained a constant 112 pounds no matter how much or how little she ate. Regular
helpings
of cake and ice cream never caused her to gain even one pound, much to the incredible
jealousy
of
her sister Tasha. Not that Tasha was by any means heavy at 135 pounds. In fact, Tasha
had
been
the same height, weight and clothes size as Melissa up until 2 years ago. After she met
Greg,
however, she put on about 20 pounds and could no longer borrow most of Melissa's
clothes.
Now that they were married, Tasha's husband treated her like a queen and always had
compliments for her looks, taste in clothes, and excellent home cooking. Melissa's
fiancé also
complimented her, and in fact showed no concern about her eating habits whatsoever. If
anything, he heaped too much food on her plate or encouraged her to order rich meals
and
extravagant desserts when they went out to eat at a restaurant. Lately, this extra-rich
eating had
had an effect on Tasha, and she winced, recalling the fateful day when she stepped on
the scale
and it read a shocking 121 pounds.
Melissa didn't tell Mark about the recent weight gain, and vowed to lose the pounds
quickly so it
wouldn't be so difficult to wear tight jeans. She didn't think Mark had noticed the slight
expansion of her belly or softening around her butt and thighs, but she didn't want to take
the
chance. "Next week I'm getting a membership at the gym," she vowed.
---
Mark came home from work with a huge grin on his face. Melissa knew something was
up, and
she pestered him until he finally broke down with the news: his firm's biggest client had
given a
huge bonus to several people that had completed a critical project in record-breaking
time. To
show her gratitude, the CEO of the client company had given each member of the
project team
an
all-expenses paid Caribbean cruise, starting the following week! For twenty-one
glorious days,
Mark, Melissa, and the other project team members would accompany the lady CEO on
one of
the largest and most luxurious cruise liners on the planet. Of course, Mark could cancel
if
Melissa
had any problems with the travel plans...
Melissa went wild. This was her life-long dream to go on a cruise, and she didn't even
waste a
second in preparation. She raced downstairs and grabbed the two largest suitcases and
sprinted
up to the bedroom. Ransacking every drawer and closet shelf, Melissa assembled a huge
pile of
clothes, evening outfits, swimsuits, shorts, t-shirts, and shoes to bring on the trip. Every
imaginable item was piled into the suitcase. By the time she was ready for bed, Melissa
had
packed for the excursion and couldn't wait for the next few days to pass.
---
The cruise ship terminal was bustling with excitement and activity. Travelers in brightly
colored
shirts and Bermuda shorts scurried about with luggage carts in tow. Employees of the
cruise line
were busy giving directions, answering millions of questions, and encouraging the
throng of
vacationers to make their way toward the boarding area. Mark and Melissa waited
expectantly.
Since the announcement of the vacation for the project team, Mark had been informally
elected
as
the team's representative and liaison with the lady CEO of the client company. "Ah, here
she
comes now," Mark exclaimed, and Melissa turned her head to try and identify the
powerful lady
executive out of the throng of tourists. She didn't see anyone that fit the bill. The only
individual
that caught her attention was an exceptionally fat woman that waded through the crowd
with
four
overburdened porters in tow. The huge blond-haired lady extended her hand, and Mark
appeared
out of nowhere and kissed it delicately. The lady had a dazzling smile, and she turned to
Melissa
and spoke: "You must be Mark's lovely wife. I'm very pleased to finally meet you. My
name is
Victoria." Melissa shook Victoria's warm, graceful hand and mumbled something to the
effect,
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Melissa."
Melissa was shocked. This didn't look like any powerful executive that she had ever
seen
portrayed in the news or on fictional TV shows. For one thing, she was so...so...so FAT!
Granted, she was exceptionally beautiful, and had an absolutely radiant smile, but how
could
anyone identify her as an authority figure? Her thoughts quickly evaporated, however,
as
Melissa
quickly found herself left behind the wake of struggling porters that made up Victoria's
entourage. "Oh my goodness, she must have 20 suitcases of clothes," Melissa thought to
herself.
"When is she ever going to have the chance to wear all that stuff?" Mark was instantly
caught up
in his enthusiastic conversation with the new arrival, and completely forgot about
Melissa.
Grabbing up her suitcases and carry bag, Melissa struggled after the crowd surrounding
Mark
and
Victoria, and headed toward the baggage check-in area.
Once everyone had boarded, and Mark had ensured that Victoria was comfortably settled
in her
palatial accommodations on the Regency level of the ship, they headed toward their
smaller
cabin
on the fourth level. A small porthole afforded a view of the harbor and shimmering
ocean.
There
were two queen-sized beds, a mini-fridge stocked with complimentary refreshments, a
bathroom
with a small tub, and a television with VCR. The room was neat, clean and
sweet-smelling.
Mark
investigated the mini-fridge and broke out a large Toblerone chocolate bar in its
distinctive
triangular box. "Here's to a great vacation!" Mark grinned enthusiastically, and offered
pieces of
the bar to Melissa. She took one piece only, despite Mark's encouragement, and
reminded
herself
of the excess weight that she already had on her body at the start of the trip.
---
After watching from the rail as the ship departed, and seeing the city slowly fade into the
distance
as their journey began, Mark and Melissa had a quick nap in their room prior to the
evening
meal.
Mark was visibly excited, and he informed Melissa that the food and drink on the trip
would be
out of this world. Melissa didn't exactly share his excitement, although she was
absolutely
starving. Over-consumption would be instantly recognizable the moment she tried to put
on her
clinging black evening dress or skimpy bikini.
At dinner, Mark and Melissa were seated at a table with Victoria and other couples
placed at
random from the steady stream of vacationers entering the dining room. The cruise line
encouraged as much friendly interaction as possible, and tried to get people to vary their
seating
arrangements in order to meet new friends. Of course, if you were insistent you could sit
with
your friends and family, but Mark only was interested in sitting at Victoria's table. The
other
project team members were dispersed throughout the huge dining room.
The dinner was an absolute feast, but no matter how good the food looked, Melissa
couldn't
concentrate on eating. She was disturbed by the fact that Mark largely ignored her and
focused
all his attention on Victoria. Although she recognized that Mark was chosen to act as
the
primary
liaison with the lady CEO, he seemed to be a little too fixated on her eating and the
items that
arrived for her at the table. Plate after plate of rich, extravagant food was laid down in
front of
Victoria, and she began to dig in immediately. She ate three whole lobsters drowned in
a huge
vat
of melted butter. Plates of deep fried brie and fettucine alfredo quickly disappeared.
There were
other exotic, wonderful-looking entrees that arrived drenched in cream sauces or
smothered in
butter and they, too, disappeared. Mark was trembling slightly and had a dazed, far-off
look in
his eyes. Melissa wondered if maybe he was dealing with too much stress after
completing the
project, and now having to cater to the powerful CEO for the entire trip. She vowed to
discuss
the matter with him as soon as they had some privacy.
After dinner, drinks, and enduring more than an hour of Mark talking with Victoria and
then
watching in wide-eyed amazement as Mark danced with the full-figured CEO (Mark
never
danced
with her!), Melissa had had enough. She was irritated, and didn't hide her frustration
when they
got back to the room. "What the hell is going on? All night long you have your eyes on
this...this...this WOMAN, and you completely ignore me! She eats enough to feed the
whole
ship, and yet you seem to be eagerly watching her every move. Are you having an affair
with
her?
How could you even consider cheating on me with HER when I've kept myself looking
so good
for you! How could you?" Melissa burst into tears.
Mark was red-faced and sheepish. He stammered nervously for a few seconds, then
sighed and
said, "There's something that I have to tell you. I've been keeping it a secret, but I guess
I've
been found out. I'm a feeder."
"A what?" Melissa stopped sobbing and lifted her head from the pillow. "What do you
mean a
feeder? What's that?"
"Well...um...it's someone who, uh, likes to see another person eat. A lot. Well, I mean
both
ways...that is, I like it A LOT to see someone eat a LOT. Know what I'm trying to say?
It's just
that, well, I find it so incredibly erotic to watch a woman eat. And the only one I know
that likes
to eat is Victoria. You used to eat and that kept me more than interested. But lately,
well, you
just haven't been eating much and I guess I got distracted. We spent so much time
working on
the project under very close conditions, and...well she ate continuously so I guess I got
infatuated
with watching her eat." Mark finished his confession and sat down in obvious
embarrassment.
Melissa was speechless. A feeder? She had never heard of such a thing. Well, not in
real life
anyway. She remembered seeing some cartoon when she was little about a misbehaving
pig that
got strapped to a chair and fed until it inflated like a balloon. But deriving satisfaction
from
watching a woman eat? Well, it was strange but somewhat of a relief that Mark hadn't
been
cheating on her. Or had he? "Well you still haven't answered my question, Mark. Have
you
cheated on me? If so, I'm off at the next port and I'll fly home!"
Mark reassured her that nothing physical had transpired between him and Victoria, and
he wasn't
even sure that the lady CEO even realized that he took so much pleasure in watching her
eat. If
she had noticed, she certainly hadn't said anything, Mark explained. Mark apologized
profusely
to Melissa and stated that he would be on his best behavior for the rest of the trip. That
night,
Melissa had strange and wonderful dreams about being strapped into a chair and fed pies
and
cakes until she swelled up like a balloon...
---
A knock at the door awoke Melissa, and she rolled over in bed. The clock on the table
displayed
9:49 and Mark had already dressed and headed up for breakfast without waking her.
"Just a
minute," she groaned and wrapped a bathrobe around herself to open the door for the
maid
service. Except it wasn't the maid. It was Victoria in a <gasp!> bikini.
"Morning, hon, you look like you just got out of hibernation. Mind if I come in for a
sec?"
Victoria was already gliding past her, and Melissa - still in an early morning fog - didn't
protest.
Victoria sat on the edge of the unmade bed, her heavy breasts rippling and jiggling in the
scanty
bikini top. She folded her hands across her huge, pale smooth belly like a Buddha
statuette with
a
platinum blonde wig. Melissa couldn't help noticing that for such a large, amply
endowed
woman, Victoria had virtually flawless skin with no stretch marks, moles, freckles, or
visible
birthmarks. In fact, she didn't even have characteristic cellulite dimples on her thighs or
butt,
that
Melissa could see.
Victoria spoke matter-of-factly: "I would like to speak to you about your husband."
Melissa
raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The blonde Rubenesque goddess continued: "I have
been
watching his behavior, both in a professional and more personal setting, and I think that
you
should know that he might have a food fixation. Not that I mind, though, it's just that I
draw the
line when it comes to mixing business and pleasure. Especially when it's a married
man."
Victoria paused, smirked, and asked Melissa, "So how long have you known that your
husband is
a feeder? Are you a feedee? You sure don't look like one!" Victoria giggled like a
schoolgirl.
Melissa was somewhat indignant. "Well, I've known for years that he's a feeder! Why,
I've been
gaining weight as a direct result of our *sensual* lovemaking sessions with food themes!
I eat
so
much I'm buying new outfits every week!"
Victoria looked at her skeptically. "Really, Melissa? That's not the impression I get
from this
situation. Mark wouldn't be focused on me and my eating habits if you were
accommodating his
interests in at least the most basic fashion." Melissa frowned and tears welled in her
eyes. "It's
okay, honey, I can help you out," Victoria said soothingly. "I know how much you love
Mark
and I guarantee that, with a little coaching, his eyes will never stray from your body!
Here's
what
we're going to do..."
---
Mark returned in the late afternoon after lounging at the poolside bar with some of the
other
project members. He had drank a few pina coladas over the course of the day, and was
genuinely
buzzed when he stumbled into the room. Nothing could have sobered him up faster than
the
sight
that greeted him in the room.
Melissa lay stretched out on the devastated bed, covered in whipped cream, chocolate
sauce and
vanilla custard. At least a dozen platters of chocolate cream puffs, eclairs, and mousse
pastries
lay on every available surface in the room. The desserts looked absolutely scrumptious,
and
apparently Melissa had dug into them with fervor. Eight huge, empty platters were
already
stacked in the corner, their contents distributed between the bedsheets and Melissa's
tummy.
Melissa ladled heavy whipped cream out of a gargantuan stainless steel bowl, and
slurped the
rich
oozing mixture with a mischievous grin. "Victoria showed me a few pointers on how to
treat my
man," Melissa purred. "Why don't you help me with some of these trays - they're a little
out of
my reach and I don't want to expend too much energy getting up all the time."
Mark leapt into action. Grabbing the nearest pastry platter, and an industrial-sized
stainless steel
bowl of chocolate mousse, he placed them on the bed. Stripping off his shorts and golf
shirt,
Mark plunged into the decadent pile of eclairs and pastries, and began feeding them to
Melissa.
Eager for more sweets, and no longer worried about starving herself to remain thin
(something
that Mark obviously didn't care for!), she hungrily devoured dozens and dozens of
sinfully rich
desserts, gallons of mousse and whipped cream, and a lifetime's supply of chocolate
fudge sauce.
Hours later, after the last pastry had been swallowed, and all of the stainless steel bowls
licked
clean of their calorie-laden contents, Melissa sighed and lay back in the sticky mess.
Mark was
on
Cloud Nine. Never in his wildest, most unbelievable fantasies did he envision this type
of dream
come true. He had always fantasized about feeding Melissa until she was near bursting,
and then
feeding her some more. He had vivid, incredibly erotic fantasies about Melissa eating
more and
more and more, until she doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled in size. The image of
Melissa
gaining tens - no, hundreds! -of pounds nearly caused him to keel over with dizziness.
Judging
by
Melissa's bloated belly, thickening thighs, and expanding butt cheeks, the process had
begun.
"Victoria told me all about your food fixation this morning, and don't worry I'm not
angry about
all the things that have been going on. I decided that the best way to remedy the
situation is to
begin eating again. I never wanted to stop in the first place, it's just that I thought you
wanted
me
to stay skinny. I love to eat, and from now on I'm not going to stop!"
Mark laughed, "I think that you've had enough for today, don't you? That's enough food
for the
entire ship! Where did you get all the goodies from anyway? And what's this going to
cost!?"
Melissa raised an eyebrow quizzically, "What do you mean enough? That's only a light
lunch,
dear, wait 'til you see dinner - which, by the way, should be here in about twenty
minutes. And
oh yeah, Victoria's personal pastry chefs are working around the clock to keep us both in
sweets
for the rest of the trip."
Mark was flabbergasted, and began to stammer, "But what about your clothes? How are
you
going to dress for the formal dinners or evening shows?"
"Who said I need clothes?" Melissa stated with a sly grin.
There was a knock on the door. "Room service," said a young man outside the room.
---
Three weeks after the start of the cruise, they were back in port. Despite the gorgeous
Caribbean
weather and long hours of sunshine, Mark and Melissa had no tan to speak of. In fact,
no one
had
even seen them since the second day when Mark spent the afternoon at the bar. It was
just as
well, because no one would have recognized Melissa when she waddled down the
gangplank of
the cruise ship and onto dry land. Only one day after talking with Victoria, Melissa had
no
longer
fit into any of her clothes, and they were turned over to the ship's crew for donation to
charities
in
the various ports of call. Melissa had eaten continuously for twenty days, and had been
provided
with the richest and most calorie-packed pastries and delectable desserts. Her gains had
been
steady and predictable at first, although she had ballooned more than 25 pounds in the
first few
hours - even before the huge assortment of food had arrived for dinner! Consuming
nearly
50,000 calories for every meal, she had doubled her weight in only eight days, and now
stood on
the brink of doubling yet again. Melissa tottered over to a bulk cargo scale and climbed
onto the
flat metal platform for weighing. Mark watched the digital readout race up from zero
and slow
down once it reached the 400s. It stopped on 472, then went up one more to 473, then
back to
472 and stayed there. Mark whistled and gave Melissa a huge hug and kiss. "Only a few
more
until you're four times the size you were at the start of the trip!"
Melissa giggled and her entire body rippled with newly formed blubber. Stepping down
off the
scale set off another wave of jiggles throughout her body, and Mark gazed approvingly at
her
broad, dimpled ass and fleshy, bloated thighs. A series of love handles in increasing
sizes
originated just below Melissa's breasts and terminated with a huge, distended belly
hanging far
below the waist of her miniskirt. Melissa's newly expanded breasts swayed heavily to
and fro
under the loose t-shirt. Obviously, her bras had been discarded weeks earlier, and she
would
have
to make do until a custom model could be bought. Fortunately, Victoria had lent
Melissa some
clothes that were suitable for the trip home, although both of the women had now grown
out of
the wardrobe that Victoria had brought on the cruise. They would have to go shopping
for new
clothes immediately, Mark thought to himself, unless Melissa continued to grow at this
pace.
"Maybe we should just forget about any clothes altogether, at least until you double in
size
again," Mark thought to himself.
by JLR