Part 1....The Tubby is Born
"Caroline Riley, you're up. Ok, we're in here. Now strip to your
underwear and hop on the scale."
Ok." I took off my shirt. I struggled at my jean shorts. I could've
gotten them off, but I wanted to entertain the nurse. She was a
stereotypical nurse, attractive, thin, busty and very much hourglass. She
had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. At least she wasn't a
tiny anorexic. Back to business. I faked sucking in my stretchmarked belly
and pretended to desperately get the button undone. After 30 seconds, she
asked if I needed help. I then exhaled all of the air I had sucked in and
pushed my tummy out as far as I could. Pop! My flab spilled out onto my lap
and breathed a big sigh of relief. "
"No thanks, took care of it."
"Don't be embarrassed. It's happened to me before too," the nurse gave
me sympathy.
"Ha! You? I don't believe it. Anyway, I'm glad I'm back to normal. Maybe
even passed my old weight."
"But it says here that you used to weigh 110 lbs. No offense, but I
think your a little over 110." She gave me a poke in the belly. I could get
to like this woman.
"Well you see, my mother was a cow. She was up to 400 pounds when she
died of a heart attack."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's ok. She was great, and she didn't care about my size or weight.
But then my father remarried. The new girl, well she put me on diets and
made me exercise all the time. I lost at least 50 lbs. Then they got a
divorce. After 2 years, 1 year ago that is, I started eating again. As you
can see, results came quickly." I gently slapped my belly.
"Well, whatever makes you happy. Ok, up on the scale." Yes, I finally
get to find out how much weight I have gained after 2 years of those damned
crash diets. "Ok, we'll start at your old weight, 110." She began to move
the dial slowly to the right until it reached the 50 lb mark. She moved the
other dial up to 150 and the top dial back to 0 and once again slowly moved
it to 50. Wow, I was over 200 pounds! And the dial kept moving! Finally,
and all too soon, the lever balanced at 237 1/2 lbs. "You're only 4'10"
tall. You're pretty short, no offense. Ok, now I have to measure you in
order to calculate your body fat percentage. Ok now, your thigh first. Hmm,
ok there, 34 inches. Ok, hips are next." She began to position the tape
measure against my hips and tried to connect them in the front, however my
belly hung down and she couldn't get the needed measurement. "Could you
possibly......"
"Lift up my belly?"
"Ummm, yes."
"I don't think I can do it alone. You see, aside from the weight it is
oiled up so it won't rash up when bouncing around in my clothes. See, it
keeps slipping. Here, you try." She eagerly grabbed a hold of my big bottom
roll and tried to lift it. It slipped. She tried again, this time she
squeezed as hard as she could. "Ouch! That hurts. Your nails are too long.
Here, you can wash it off." I could tell that she loved it. She definitely
did more than necessary to get the oil off my flab. She massaged the soap in
slowly over five minutes, followed by a nice rinse, and we once again
commenced the measuring.
"Much better. Here you lift the sides and I'll lift the middle , that'll
leave one of my hands free. Ok, 46 inches. I guess you should be proud, I
would guess."
"You betcha."
"Now, for your waist. Right around your navel here. Alrighty, 45
inches."
"Oh wait hold on, I'm holding it in a little naturally, my clothes have
gotten so tight, I have to hold my flab in. I guess you'll want to
remeasure." I exhaled and let it all hang out.
"Yes thank you, that's a significant difference, I can see already.
Let's see...... oh you're going to like this. I need a longer tape measure,
this one only goes up to 48 inches." She walked over to the drawer and got
out a longer tape measure. "51 inches. That's incredible. I've never seen
anything like this. The last measurement is bust. If you'll remove your
bra, I'll take the measurement." I was more than happy to let my DD breasts
fall out onto my belly. "Mmmhmm, 42 inches. Lemme put that into the
computer, and your body fat percentage is 42%. That's not too good. Your
blood pressure and pulse are up too. I should put you on a 1200 calorie
diet, however I like you. I'll write you down for 32%, 1% below being
considered obese. In return, I hope you will watch your weight, possibly
lose 10 or 15 pounds at your own discretion. The doctor will be in in a sec."
Well, the doctor was a man, clearly an FA. He went through with several
'tests' which included more belly, thigh and butt rubbing that probably was
needed, but I was fine with it, as it was a very pleasant experience. When I
got out, it seemed that my father and the nurse had been talking. He invited
her over for dinner the next night. I knew it was a long shot, but if it
could work out between them, I might not have to lose those pounds.
Part II.........One year later
"I do." My father and Jenn (the nurse) were married. The wedding was
incredible, especially the cake. A huge 8 layered cake was definitely my
favorite part. I had gained 35 pounds, though only 10 of these were precious
fat. I had been working out my legs this year so I would be capable of
heaving around what I planned to have been over 300 pounds in not too long.
The other 5 pounds were from growing vertically, not much, but I needed any
height I could get. But the flab would soon be rolling in as my legs were
strong enough to move around comfortably with 100 pounds more than my body
weight so I could stop working out and burning precious calories. Jenn had
also put on some weight. She would never get fat though, for she didn't love
to binge as I do. However by not holding herself back, she has been eating
until comfortably full and has gained 10 pounds.
After they got back from the honeymoon, I had already put on 5 pounds,
and we were to be going out to a big steakhouse in 3 days. I decided that I
would go for the record. I managed to find out that it was around 116 oz. I
knew that I could not get that on my own, so I ate a big big dinner, and
apologized to my belly, for I would not be eating anything for the next 3
days. I looked at myself in the mirror, and doubted it would be done, but I
was determined.
By lunchtime the next day, I was already going nuts. And as if I didn't
have enough temptation, Jenn arrived with a big greasy bag of 4 big macs.
"NOOO!! You have to eat them all! I can't eat it!" My mouth was watering and
my belly grumbling. "Eat em quick. I can only hold out for another 5
minutes. PLEASE, eat them!"
"Well, I was already planning on it. I just ordered you a couple large
pizzas for a snack."
"Ok, Jenn. This isn't gonna be easy for you, but I can't eat anything
until the steakhouse. I'm going for the record amount of steak, and I can't
pull it off without a little reassurance. This is the hard part, you have to
eat those burgers and both pizzas. My will power is giving in, and I can't
go very long without filling my belly with some food. So I'm gonna drink a
bunch of water and hope that satisfies me for a while. But I know you can
eat all of the food. So I'm gonna get my water and stay in my room and try
to sleep. I trust that you wont leave any of the food out." I gulped my
water down and lied down in bed. I couldn't get food out of my mind. I made
the room totally dark by tacking up a sheet over the window. Sleep came in
another 15 minutes. All my dreams had to do with me eating more and more. I
ate so much and so fast that my belly grew as I ate. I woke up and it was
around 4. I had slept for 3 hours, and woke up to the deep rumble of my
stomach. It was in pain. I went downstairs and drank a pitcher of water.
Then I took time to look around and noticed that indeed Jenn had finished off
both pizzas and the burgers. Thinking about her eating that much food turned
me on. I went upstairs and took off my clothes. My nipples were hard and
there was a tingling in between my legs. I masturbated. I had never felt
better, thinking about eating and eating. Orgasm came quickly and I fell
back to sleep thinking about me and Jenn getting fatter and fatter.
By the next day, I thought I would die, and then I thought about how long
I had to go. There was no way I would do this again, just for a record. But
I had already come this far. I drank 5 glasses of water and I felt full,
though not satisfied. I was tired from lack of energy, so I slept again.
Sleep was the best and easiest way to get out of the terrible world of
hunger. Soon, the third day came. I drank a 2 glasses of water, but knew I
must conserve space and not drink even water for the rest of the day. 8:00
couldn't come sooner.
I was wearing a small blouse and a skimpy skirt, though neither was as
small as before. I grinned and thought about busting out of my skirt
tonight. My belly spilled out from underneath and my love handles stuck out
from the sides. My belly growled noisily, and I grew impatient as my medium
rare 32 oz. porterhouse (a starter) took a long time to come on out. The
bread was tempting, but if I could only hold out for 15 or 20 more minutes,
then I wouldn't need it. I quickly wolfed down the steak and let out a light
belch. My belly had stopped rumbling, but I was far from done. I ordered
another 32 oz. porterhouse. I even got hungry in the next 20 minutes, but
after then next steak, I could've walked away satisfied. Again, though, I
was far from full. I ordered a 16 oz New York Strip and a 16 oz rib eye. I
went through the math as I slowly savored these two steaks. I must've popped
my knuckles or something, or it seemed so. Then I felt a draft on my torso.
I looked down and saw my exposed belly and a few missing buttons. I grinned
and kept on eating. Before I knew it, I broke 120 oz. Then I manually
unbuttoned my skirt as it was becoming uncomfortable. I shook, jiggled and
massaged my flab and ordered up another steak. The oz. piled up and before
I knew it I had eaten my way up past 150. I then said that my record was
virtually unbreakable and ordered up some sides of fries. I slowly munched
them down and was encouraged to go for 200 oz. Jenn sat down next to me and
rubbed down my belly as I slowly worked up to 175. By then I was pushin it.
I just thought about how much meat I had actually eaten. Wow, more than 10
pounds. I could just imagine if I ate like this daily. How my belly would
grow. My mouth got dry and I chugged down a glass of coke. Then I lazily
went back to eating the steaks. As I neared 190 oz., I blew out of
everything. The seams of my skirt split and the remaining parts of my blouse
ripped to shreds. I belched loudly and knew people around saw me as a slob.
I should've felt embarrassed, but I felt like a queen. I could go another 50
oz. I tore off the excess cloth and was clad solely in my bra and some
skimpy, stretched panties. I greedily wolfed down the last of the steak. I
was packed full to the brim, but I didn't care. I just cared about eating.
The fatter I could get, the better. My love handles spilled over my panties.
My belly in a sensuous massage, I ordered a last porterhouse.
It was a madhouse. Everyone was cheering. Just 1 more bite. Jenn
raised the fork to my mouth and I swallowed it whole. An eruption of
shouting and laughter. I slowly stood up on the chair and did a very very
small curtsey. I smiled and many photos were taken of people with there
hands handling, fondling, rubbing etc. my flab. I even got a photo in the
paper with me holding my prized blubber and there was a stack of meat
equivalent to what I had polished off. It was incredible. I had never
dreamed I could fit that much meat in my belly. The paper lady did an
interview with me in the corner. My belly rested on the table causing the
table to tilt in my direction. The brought me plates of fries which I ate
while explaining the starvation before the big meal. She then measured me.
Thighs 38", hips 52", waist 62" and my bust was 48". I weighed 286, but I'm
sure that would level out to about 276. The steakhouse stayed open and gave
me free meals for the rest of my visits as long as I ate more than 80 oz of
steak per visit. I sat in my bra a panties and just ate all night long. We
went home at 4:00. I thought about just getting fat beyond belief. I
couldn't help but to just rub my clit. Orgasm came quickly, but it was
wonderful. After lying in bed from an hour or so, I went to sleep.
It was midday when I woke up. I was starving for some calories. But
first I had to see what damage, or blessing I should say, the binge did for
my weight. "Not half as bad as I thought, 282, that was 6 pounds more than I
envisioned I would gain. "Well, better go celebrate." And a celebration it
was. Some 40 pancakes and a gallon of milk.
Another year went by....
"Get her into ER!" I had a heart attack at a theme park. I was pushing
325, and I only ate the unhealthiest greasy stuff. I knew it would
eventually happen, just not this soon.
I woke up on a bed, very tired. I went back to sleep.
I woke again. "Nurse? How long have I been here?"
"Three days. You barely came through. Don't worry, it won't happen
again."
"How so?"
"We replaced your heart with the heart of a healthy 2 ton bull. We
injected a selective acid into your blood which dissolves most of the
cholesterol and saturated fat that was clogging your arteries. You're father
recommended this procedure."
Wow! With that kind of technology, I can get as FAT and I want!! No
limits! How fat will I get??? 900? 1500? One ton? Two tons?!?! I licked
my chops and rubbed my grumbling belly. "Nurse? What's for lunch?".......