Since I was in college, I had been slender. At 6" and 140 pounds,I was skinny as a reed. That was, until I met Linda.
We met through a blind date, suggested by my friend Al. Linda and I talkedover the phone, and she described herself as "needing to lose 20 pounds."When she asked if that bothered me, I said no. I have always enjoyed theplump figure.
I fell for Linda the moment I saw her. She was wearing a black and goldblouse, which showed off her blue eyes and blond hair. She was truly stunning.I also noted with satisfaction that she was quite a bit plumper than shehad let on over the phone. My guess was that she weighed around 230 pounds.We had coffee, and then arranged to meet for a dinner at her place the nextweek.
On arriving at her apartment, I was greeted with a feast in preparation. On the dinner table was a seven course meal, including incredible desserts.In wandering around the kitchen, I noticed several placques, for cookingcontests that Linda had won. It turned out that she was a restaurant andwine critic for the local paper, and had gone to culinary school in Francebefore eventually leaving the restaurant business. It was during her timeas a cook that she had put on most of her weight, she said.
We sat down to dinner and pleasant conversation, and I must say that Ihave never had a more incredible meal. After around an hour I was completelyand utterly stuffed, and yet had not gotten around to dessert. Linda frownedwhen I told her I simply could not eat anymore.
"I can see I'm going to have to work on improving your appetite,"she said. "I like my men to be healthy eaters; how else can I indulgemy love of cooking?" I agreed to try to eat more after a short rest,and we retired to the living room where we gazed in each other's eyes, andmade some brief chit chat before the talk turned to sex. Linda confessedthat she was very attracted to me, but was concerned that my eating habitswould not allow her to involve me in her favorite sexual fantasy, whichwas force feeding. I countered by saying that I would try anything once,and that I would be honest with her if I disliked it.
With that, Linda asked if I wanted to stay the night, and I said yes. Weundressed, and went into the bedroom for some of the best sex I have everhad. For my part, I found it very enjoyable to sleep next to Linda's softand round body.
In the morning, I awoke to find Linda bringing in a huge tray of pancakes,drenched in maple syrup, in order to serve me breakfast in bed. The pancakeswere incredible, and while I was eating, Linda asked quizzed me on all myfood favorites.
Over the next few weeks, we developed a ritual. I would come over on Fridaynight, and quickly change into a loose fitting robe. Linda would then serveme an incredible feast until I was ready to burst, and we would retire tothe bedroom. For the rest of the weekend, I would eat 5 huge meals a day,punctuated by sex and naps to sleep it off.
After a month, I had developed a hint of a belly, but had only gained 5pounds. Linda said that this was very typical for very skinny men; onlyafter months of her cooking would my metabolism slow enough to allow meto "fill out." However, every Monday morning we would monitormy weight, which she would note on a chart in the bathroom.
By the end of the second month, I had gained another 10 pounds, and inthe third month, another 15 pounds. I now had the beginnings of a pot belly,which seemed to give LInda considerable encouragement. "We've finallygot something to work with!" she gleefully exclaimed, poking me inthe tummy. "Now all we've got to do is keep this belly nice and full!"
And that she did. Linda increased my food intake 30% in the coming weeks,whileurging me to cut down on exercise to allow for some serious weight gain.Those gains were not long in coming. During the fourth month I gained almost30 pounds, and now was on the verge of becoming portly.
Linda was nearly ecstatic about my hefty weight gain, and loved to massageand kneed my growing belly. She joked that I was a "growing boy,"and needed to get my "minimum daily requirements," which of courseinvolved consuming thousands of calories of her delicious meals.
Of course all this weight gain was playing havoc with my wardrobe. My waist,which had initially been 30 inches, was now up to 41 inches. One weekend,after I had changed into my robe, Linda showed me some new clothes she hadbought me. The pants were a size 57 waist! I could not believe how big theywere. "They're huge!" I said. "Do you really want me to getthat fat?"
"They're not so big," Linda said. "And anyway, at the rateyou're gaining, these should be tight by Christmas."
She was right. The months went by in a blur of continous gorging, withLinda stuffing more and more food into me every weekend, and the scale marchingupwards at a rapid pace. Just before Thanksgiving, my weight reached 275pounds, and Linda vowed to have me "over the top" by New Yearsday.
Ironically, while my weight was balooning, Linda's was plummeting. Withall the attention she was paying to my feeding, she had lost interest ineating, and over 8 months her weight fell from 230 pounds to just over 155pounds. At 5" 10 inches tall, she now barely hinted at her former chubbyness;her hips had lost most of their extra flesh, and her once soft ass wasnow firm and shapely. Her tummy, which had once bulged provocatively, wasnow nearly flat.
By New Years Eve, those size 57 pants were quite tight on me, and afteralmost 24 hours of continuous stuffing, they split apart with a loud ripjust before midnite. At that point, Linda oiled down my bulging belly, gaveme a wonderful massage, and asked if I would marry her.