"Mmm, Mom, this is great alfredo chicken pasta." I insure my mother.
"Yea, well don't eat too much Christy. How fat are you now? You're a cow."
"I'm only 182. You don't need to be a bitch about it." I eat some more delicious pasta, it is really good.
"Well, tubby, you are way too fat. I'm 25 years older than you and I'm still 45 pounds lighter."
"So. I like my body. Guys like it, well, some guys. I'm happy." More pasta.
"Well not for long, I'm going to put you on a diet if you dare touch 200."
"I'll touch 200 as I damn well please."
"Yes, and then you will diet, and touch 180 again." I mumbled. More pasta. Boy, this is really good. Ohh, soo hungry. Mmm. RIP. Oh no, my sweatpants. My 145 sweatpants. I thought they would last forever.
"See piggy. Now you've done it. I bought you those sweatpants loose just last year. Look how fat you've gotten. Come, we're going to weigh you right now." Oh no. That bitch. I just want to finish my meal. "Here, be careful not to break the scale tubby. If you weigh one ounce over 200, you are going on a serious diet. You'll be so hungry you'll try to eat your bedsheets. So if you want to take off your clothes, it may help your case."
What a whore. Well, I sure as hell want to keep eating. I'll strip to just my panties. I took off my shirt and my mother poked my fat belly, mocking me.
"Screw you mom, just let me get on the scale." I took off my bra, my prized, 34 D breasts right in my mom's face.
"Oh, how disgusting. No man would want these." She lifted my breasts and dropped them. Just step on the scale, Christy. One foot, two feet. It was a manual scale, which you had to choose the weight, so my mother decided to piss me off. She set it to 182, and of course, I weighed more, just my luck. "Whoa fatty, it seems that you lied earlier. I smell diet." She slowly pushed the dial passed 185. Come on, just stop already. 187. 190. 194. 198. Please, not yet. 198.5. "Getting awfully close." 199. Help me God. 200. Why? How? Well, I'm not going to let this get me down. I'll just, I'll just lose until 180, then get her to stop the diet. Yea, no problem. "Well, you certainly are quite a hog, Christy. Do you like celery?"
"With peanut butter?"
"In your dreams. Wait, hold on. The dial isn't even level yet. 204, What happened to my skinny little Christy. Just two years ago you were a little pettite, 115 pound pretty girl. Now I have a sloppy, fat, 204 pound whale. Just because I'm in the mood, we're gonna measure you too. I just may need a bigger measuring tape." Well, at least I successfully gained weight, and a lot of it. That was my goal in the first place, to anger my mom. But now I just can't live without my food, and my belly, my big ass and my breasts. My FA boyfriend, my tight revealing clothing, but now this diet. "Here we are. Your bust is….a whopping 41 inches. You big bellied waist is….42 inches. Now for the big one, your hips are measuring in at….54 inches. Now fatty, time for your diet. I'm going to sleep. You just get ready for your diet."
That bitch. Still so hungry though. Might as well fill my belly while I can. I ate for another two hours, finally passing out at midnight. I polished off the chicken alfredo, several boxes of sweet cereal, a gallon of milk, a box of waffles, several boxes of fruit snacks, a bag of doritos, a bag of oreos, and a half gallon of chocolate ice cream. I was rudely awaked by my bitch mom at 8 (it was summer, no school). She slapped my soft belly with a swift hand. I was nearly naked, my panties stretched to the limit from the binge last night, not even bothering to put on my bra for my feeding. "Well well, it seems that the little piggy has made quite a mess of herself." There's crumbs of food all over my swollen breasts. "And it also seems that you have cleaned up ALL of the junk food in this house, which is good. You won't be able to satisfy that fat belly of yours at your leisure. You ready for your breakfast?" I don't want to know. "Here." She hands me one piece of toast, one egg white, and a big glass of water. "This is the biggest meal of the day, so enjoy."
"Mom, this wouldn't feed an anorexic 8 year old."
"But you're certainly not an anorexic 8 year old, are you?" She pokes my soft belly. Grr. I quickly scarf down my "meal" and put on a bra. Just for curiousity I step on the scale. 209, I smile and rub my growing girth. Then, I went into my room to go to sleep. In no more than 10 minutes, my mother barged into the room. "Time for a brisk little walk. Here's some nice shorts and shirt for you. Be ready at the front door in 10 minutes, or no more food for the rest of the day. Let's go tubby." Mmm, I DO look good in these clothes. The short shorts were no longer than hotpants, and the cutoff shirt just covered my D breasts, my full belly from the top roll to the bottom roll, hanging 3 inches over the tight shorts, was free to jiggle and bounce every which way. My big butt also thundered perfectly in the shorts. Well, a nice little walk can't be that bad.
Thirty minutes later, I am huffing and puffing down street after street My hungry belly growling and shaking with each step, my thighs and butt jiggling, breasts bouncing. Some people point at me, some children poke at my midriff with their hands, more FA's than I expected just watch as I bounce down the road, and even 2 of them follow me for two streets with cameras. While I would normally be embarrassed, I feel a sense of pride. I want to yell out while patting my blubber,
"Yea, I made this, its mine." The walk lasts another 30 minutes, and we finally get home. My mom gives me a pitcher full of cold water.
"Drink this down, also, take these diet pills. But don't eat anything, it dulls the effect of the pills. Then shower, sweaty pig."
"Yes mam." I reluctantly take the pills, but my growling belly must at least be filled so it settles down a bit. I guzzled down the pitcher in one lifting, spilling a good tenth of it all over my sweaty breasts. My stomach was somewhat full, but not quite satisfied. I would have to live, not a great life, but I would make it. If this goes on for a month and I lose 20 pounds, then she may loosen up a bit. I showered and put on some underwear and slept. I woke up about 2 hours later, at noon, my belly raging. I again filled my belly with water. I can't go on much longer. My mom is gone, but there is literally NO food in the house, and she put a club in my car, I can't even go anywhere, and Jeff, my sweet FA boyfriend is out of town for the next week. We live 5 miles from the nearest restaurant, that being a salad bar, and another 3 miles from a subway. I make up my mind to take me, my ravenous appetite and $20 bucks when I find out that she not only locked up my money, but she left a note that says she'll call every 20 minutes to make sure I'm still home. She's very clever, there's no way I can beat this system. We walked again for an hour, at a very fast pace mind you, later that night. A dinner of 2 oz. of baked chicken breast, three celery sticks and more water and pills. I was so hungry at night that I had to take sleeping pills to go to sleep. I barely made it through the week on this routine, already losing 3 pounds, but I had really lose about 10 pounds of fat, I am just always so full of water that I weigh a little more.
Jeff was finally back in town. I told him about the whole ordeal. I had to find a way for him to sneak me food. The house was alarmed, with cameras on the outside, he couldn't even come over without being seen on our surveilance.
"I don't know what I can do, but I'd hate to see you wasting away."
"Listen to my famished belly. I NEED FOOD! You're really smart, what can I do to be nourished. I'm so hungry!"
"I don't know, honey. I will try my best, see if I can take you out to the mall for a while tomorrow."
"Mom! Can I go to the mall with Jeff for a few hours tomorrow? He wants me thin just as much as you do, he wouldn't let me touch a morsel of food."
"Well, I suppose so, for only 2 hours though, not one minute more. But believe me, you had better be ready for any test I give you. If your belly isn't rumbling like it will be right before you leave, or if I smell any food on your breath, if your waist is ½ inch bigger, you'll regret it for the rest of the year."
"Ok Jeff, I can, but I can't eat much at all. My mom is very sly, she will come up with a way to find out if I've eaten anything at all. I might only even be able to drink a coke. We still need another method, brainstorm tonight and we'll share ideas tomorrow, call me around 11:30, then I'll be done with my walk."
"Hey Christy, you sound like you would look pretty sexy in your walking clothes, where do you think I can see you?"
"Yea, I'm pretty sexy in those clothes, but I'm losing my fatness charm. I guess if you park down the block from my house, you can see when I come out, then you can either drive by, or you can slink around on foot, but don't let my mom see you, she won't let me come near you ever again."
"I'll be there, hot stuff."
And he was there. His car was parked on another street a few blocks away, but he came and walked around behind us, or would cut through and spy on me with binoculars. I didn't look at him so that mom wouldn't know, but from time to time I gave a wink, maybe adjusting my top a little. After we finished, I showered and he soon pulled up. We took off for the mall, my mother warning me that I couldn't get away with anything. Well, I didn't eat anything, but I had 6 large cokes and 2 Icees. All the while Jeff massaged my diminishing belly and we discussed how to break the system. We went to an appliance store and bought a bunch of wires. Then we went home. I passed all of my Mom's tests, she even had a stomach monitor, which showed a bunch of liquid in my belly. But thankfully, it couldn't be distinguished from water. I snuck the wires into a special place in my closet, the shoe rake opens up to a small 5 by 5 by 5 place, which I stuff full of blankets and jam up from the outside. Jeff hopped the neighbors fence and jumped to our roof when my mother was away at work. He climbed into my window, the alarm being off during the day. Being the genious he is, he bypassed the alarm from my window. Then he wired up the surveilance camera. He had it record the outside for 24 hours, and repeating it. It was on constant going, and we made sure that nothing odd went on in the yard. He also hooked up a button for rainy days, or overcast days. On those days, Jeff would have to get me food some other way, but we would eventually get those days recorded too. He weighed me and measured me, 198, 40 inch waist, 40 inch bust, and 50 inch hips. Round numbers, but still too far down. Jeff went out and bought a shitload of food, 25 bucks of fast food, and put it in an ice cooler with two large bags of ice (to reduce aroma) and he managed to haul it up to my window. He loaded it into the little crawlspace.
"You are a god. I'm not kidding."
"Well, you're my goddess. And goddesses must not waste away, as you are. I'm going to stay in here, the ice will keep it cool, and I can open the door every once in a while to get some oxygen. I can also read something, I brought a little light, have any good magazines?"
"I do have this." I gave him my weight gain log. I took many pictures of myself and listed my weight and measurements over the last year, starting at 128. That was when I realized that fat was my destiny. I had always LOVED food. I ate and ate and ate, but my young body metabolized it perfectly. Then, my clothes started to get tight, and I developed a tiny belly roll. Jeff would always stare at my fat, what little I had. I tried to diet, but that only stabilized my weight, and I decided it was not for me. I started to date Jeff, and I also started to eat as my heart desired, though I didn't start bingeing till about 160, 4 months ago. Jeff had plenty of fun for more than 3 hours watching my progress as my body grew more curves, more fat, more rolls, softer, plumper, rounder, sexier. Finally, after 10:30, my mom had gone to sleep about an hour ago. I open the closet and see my sweetie staring at the book, just turning to the 200 stage. I could see that this exited him very much.
"Ok. Get your butt out here. I'm starving, but don't talk loudly, and don't make much noise at all."
"Your wish is my command." He leaves the cooler, and just brings some burgers out, 5 of them. I sat at the rear of my bed, my back resting comfortably on a stack of pillows. My growling belly greedily awaiting its well earned prize. My tight white shirt hugged her soft sides, showing clearly where her bra cut into the fat of her back. My jeans, which I used to fasten under my belly now fit comfortably, but not loosely around my belly at the navel. He waves a burger under my nose. I close my eyes and rub my rumbling stomach. Then, in a sudden move, I nearly bite his hand off. I finished the burger in 2 bites, I soon found it out to be a quarter pounder with cheese. I do the same with the next two, and eat the third in four bites. The last one I eat as she would normally, in 7 bites or so. It is SOO good. I can eat like this forever. I forgot what real food tastes like.
"Jeff, don't ever let me go hungry again. This really hits the spot."
"Don't worry, there's more to come. You're not full, are you?"
"Mmm, yea, just a little. All of this dieting has made my prescious stomach shrink, it doesn't hold like it used to. You wouldn't believe all of the stuff I shoved into it the night before the diet started."
"I can imagine, you like pizza right?" I smile at him, "Mmm" while nodding my head and rubbing my belly, which is no longer growling.
"Well then, I have a treat for you." He pulls out 12 slices of beef pizza, and begins to push them past my eager lips. I indulge in every bite, savoring the delicious flavor of which I have been deprived for the past two weeks. After the 8th slice, I began to feel nearly full. My belly pushes against my jeans, straining at the button. Two folds of fat are nearly touching around the button of the jeans, engulfing it. He feeds me another slice. I bite through, like a queen, food lacking, hungry queen being tended to by her servant.
"Mmmmm, ohhh, that is so delicious. More, more, feed me more!" He obeys. I consume the last 3 slices, the button to my jeans hidden from sight by my recovering blubber. These were good jeans, and they wouldn't give way, I had pushed their limits before. Therefore, I simply unbutton them. The fat flowed out onto my lap, resting on my soft thighs. "Ohh, that feels so good. Look at my belly. It hasn't forgotten how to be beautiful. I'm so full. I hate this diet. But stretch my belly. Feed me more!" He retrieves a 2 liter bottle of coke and hands it to me. I take it myself and upturn it. I drink the entire thing, gulp by gulp. My belly is growing more and more, pushing the shirt up to my breasts. After I finish the coke, Jeff massages my belly while I take off my constricting shirt. I lay there, my long black hair falling to my shoulders and breasts, which are being held up by my strong bra and testing its limits. "I can't eat much more. I'm so very full.
"Feel how firm my belly's gotten."
"No, you have to fill your belly just a little more. Then we can eat more tomorrow night." He gets up and grabs the last item in the cooler, a huge Baskin Robbins cup full of a milkshake, mint chocolate chip. It was incredibly delicious. Even in my state of fullness, I drank it with pleasure. My belly stretched more and more with each savoring gulp. I finished it off, having taken off my jeans. My firm fat sat on my bare thighs, my pink panties being swallowed by the filling tissue of my hips. Jeff rubs my satiated belly for over an hour, while I fall right asleep.
"Rise and shine, belly girl. Its another day to lose some weight."
"I've lost 10 pounds so far, mom!" I said in a fake, ecstatic voice.
"Thats good, that means you have only 60 more to go, but you're still a big chunker. By the way, I heard some noise last night, heavy footsteps, what was going on up here?"
"Well, I finally found out how disgustingly fat I am, and I was doing some aerobics," the lie rolled off my toungue like an oath.
"Oh, you are getting so good. Soon you'll be nice and skinny again, and you won't need to stuff all of that food in you face like you used to." I smiled. "Umm, just one question Christy, you're fat belly isn't rumbling right now, did you find some way to eat?"
"No no! No way, why would I.. why would I want to get more fat. Now I researched this, and what's happening is that my metabolism is slowing a little because I'm in a state of famine, and so I don't need as much food anymore. Yeah, see, now you know that I am not starting up that bad habit again." Hehehe. I can't believe that Jeff had made it out with the cooler and everything, and didn't leave a trace of food. How great he is. Ohh, my belly needed that so bad. Wait, what's this? Oh my gosh! He left me a dozen donuts in the little crawlspace. Oh what a sweetie. How would I live without him.
After a week, my walking continued, and mom fed me meagerly, but Jeff's treats and night feedings held me quite well. I even gained up to 200. I began to notice my belly grumbling more often, and that Jeff had to leave me more food to satisfy me. But mom still hadn't found out.
"Jeff, I'm feeling extra hungry tonight, bring a little extra food." I found myself eating more and more. It was time to open up a new chapter to the weight gain log. 210, WOW, 43 inch waist, 42 inch bust, 55 inch hips. My mom could NEVER find out about this. But I'm so proud. How good do I look. More food. More snacks. More fat. More more MORE! 212, 215, 218, 221. I was getting noticeably fatter. I loved to pose for myself in the mirror wearing my walking clothes. The tight cotton shorts had become spandex, the top was now a sports bra. My fat belly hung, shook, jiggled and danced at my every request, and i showcase it on walks, hanging 4 inches over the shorts. I would always assure my mom that I drank atleast 5 gallons of water every day, which was finding its way to my stomach. She is skeptical, but she doesn't know that I weight over 220 pounds.
"Ok piggy, you've been on the diet for 2 months. It's time to weigh you. Let's see how you've come along."
"Oh no, Mom, you don't want to do that. You, umm, you, ehh, the scales not right."
"Oh sure it is, I tested it out 5 minutes ago, with a weight, its light 2 pounds. So, let's go see." Oh shit. Jeff fed me incredibly last night, I will be a hippo on that scale. Oh gosh. I once again stripped to panties, hoping to lower it just a tad, literally tip the scale in my favor. One foot....I'm so screwed...two feet. The needle resting on 190 pounds thrusts upward, crushing my mom's finger above it. Hehe, well, not EVERYTHING that'll come out of this is bad. "Ok, so you're not quite down to 190 yet. Well, let's see how much. Christy! Damn you, 210, no, 215, good God Christy, 223. That's 225 pounds! What have you been doing to yourself? There's NO way that this is all waterweight here! (slapping my belly so hard that I bend over and begin to rub it) I can't believe you do this to me. Cover those disgusting breasts and put on your shorts, we're goin for a little walk." Oh man, I'm so out of shape. But it was worth it, to eat and be fed, 28 pounds in just a month and 3 weeks. Well, I put on my sexy clothes, and we went for a nice, 6 hour power walk. I got back, my sweating, shining, soft belly gurgling, grownling, rumbling, and bouncing. Oh man, I'm going to need so much food tonight. My undernoirished belly, so hungry. So soft, ohh. I sit my big ass down on a small wicker stool, and it breaks. My mother just sneers at me. I grab a huge cup of water and down it. I refill it and down another. Then I go up to my room, take a cordless phone and go to the crawlspace. While munching on some sweet snacks, I call Jeff.
"Hey sweetie, (munch munch, gulp) I weigh 225, and mom found out. We had a nice 6 hour walk."
"Oh poor baby. LIsten up, I'll be there at 12:00 with a feast. Meanwhile, just snack on some of the stuff that I've left you."
"It's almost gone, please do hurry baby. Listen to my belly, and thats after atleast a quart of water and 3 boxes of powdered donuts."
"Don't torture me like this, I can't stand for you to suffer like this."
I continue to gain weight. Mom weighs me at 230 and 237. I fake a crying session, balling that I really haven't been eating. She's starting to buy it. The walking clothes are incredibly tight. The front of my shorts are almost eclipsed by my sagging flab. My love handles even hang over. The shorts are stretched so much over my flabby ass. The pantie line is very clear, my nice butt crack can be seen easily through the tight blue shorts. I look so sexy. My breasts are pouring out of the cups of my bra, my cleavage is so deep, so teasing. My thighs are huge, but still smooth, no real cellulite. But my belly is my most prized. My waist is now 46 inches, my bust a cool 44, and my hips almost 58 inches. My appetite is so large. If my divorced father wasn't sending us $10,000 dollars a month, I would've eaten us into the poor house.
Jeff did bring a feast tonight. Two footlong subways, three half pound burgers, a large pizza, a hot basket of french fries, and a gallon of milk. I was in my excersize top and my old reliable jeans, fastened under the lowest roll of my precious belly. Very tight. I eat and eat. My stomach stretches easily after I had trained it for the last 2 and a half months. I eat all of the food, my stomach nice and full, and I could stopped here. But instead, Jeff brings me the gallon of milk. It is that good kind, very rich and creamy. Jeff goes back into crawlspace to check for extra food afterwards. I tilt my head back and begin to chug the milk. My head is far enough back and my gulping loud enough that I don't see my mom walk in the door. I continue to chug. The milk is delicious, and I keep chugging at an incredible rate. More milk into my belly, I feel it getting heavier with each swallow. Halfway through the milk, my jeans rip and pop. The seams on the side bursting, spreading along my thighs and hips, while the button pops and the zipper explodes open while my filling belly finds a soft bed on my thighs. I start dribbling the milk down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. It feels so cool and so good. My freed belly actually starts to feel hungry again, after it has made space for itself. I know where the milk is heading, and decide not to waste it. I let go of the milk with one hand and close my breasts together, and the milk collects in the middle. Finally, the milk completely emties into my belly or my cleavage. I then put my mouth down to my chest and lift my huge tits up and drain the pool of sweet creamy milk. My eyes go over my mother quickly, and I see her. All these wrappers around me ont he bed, I can't hide this. But to hell with her. I want her to see this, the whore. So I take off my top and my former jeans. Then I get up and grab my measuring take. I measure my waist, 49 inches, and even say "Hmm, 49, thats my all time high. Better write that down." Then I sit down and measure my waist seated, "Wow, 52 inches. Hehe, Mom will never know." I then stand up and walk to my little electronic scale, "243. I am just getting sexier and sexier." I then go to the mirror and start to jiggle my belly and breasts, wiggle my butt, squeeze my love handles. Then finally, my mother still hasn't said a word at the door, but I haven't looked at her since I was on the bed, licking my tits. "So, what do you think of me, Mom?" She runs to me crying.
"I love you, I really do." I cup her head and, being 4 inches taller, place her face to my breast.
"I know you do mom. It's just that, well, you won't accept me for who I am."
"Honey, I was just trying to help you. When I was your age, I was just like you. I loved to eat, and I loved my fatness. But my mother put me on a diet and excersize program. I got thin, and I thought it was the best thing in the world. I was just trying to do you a favor."
"Well, you put me through hell mom. I started to lose weight, but I had to eat."
"I understand. Listen, honey, I will let you get fat, but you have to keep walking with me, you WILL stay healthy."
"Ok mom, I'll do that."
"I must say Christy, that was pretty incredible. That was the last thing I ever did in a binge before I lost all the weight."
"Yea, it was pretty cool huh? I've been working my stomach for the past three months, I can stuff more than you would think into this belly."
"Well, ok honey, I won't try to control you anymore. Goodnight sweetie, don't overstuff yourself!"
"You know I will." Well, I went to sleep hungry that night, thank God Jeff made it out without being seen.
I started my senior year of school at a whopping 251 pounds, 3 weeks later. Jeff fed me as often as possible. I still tried to buy the same kind of excersize clothes, becuase I am so sexy in those. I dig some weight lifting, increasing my leg strength. It took a lot of food to fill those calories that the weights burned, but the weights were worth it. I still moved around at 300 like i did at 160. I went to the prom at a mammoth 311 pounds. I wore a nice little little blouse and a miniskirt. I was prom queen, and Jeff king. It was an incredible night, including afterwords, when we drove to Jeff's mountain cabin and we indulged in ALL of our fantasies.
Now, I'm almost 30 years old. Jeff feeds me everyday. My weight is at about 670 pounds, and going up. Our kid is just 4 years old, but she's getting chubby herself. I still have just a little cellulite and still wear a similar walking outfit when I take my short walks around the block, which tire me incredibly.