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Holiday Feeder

Tabitha sat in her room, listening to the radio and anticipating the start of school. The last few weeks of summer had been hell. Tabitha got a job at a local all-you-can-eat restaurant, and her tips had been spent more on food than on clothes. Over the last three weeks, she had put on about 15 pounds, and her swimsuit began to show off her newfound weight gain. She sat listening to music with her eyes closed, then suddenly she opened them. The mirror in her room was full length, and she stared at her formerly trim figure. She saw the way her thighs pulled the fabric of her shorts to nearly skin-tight conditions. Her shirt, a cut-off top that had formerly shown off her abdomen, provided more evidence of her unsuccessful attempts to keep of the weight. Tabitha frowned, knowing school was just two weeks away. She knew it was time to exercise.

After two weeks of intensive training, she managed to lose three pounds. This enabled her to fake her appearance with loose clothes. Tabitha went to school while working, and slowly lost time to exercise. She began to wonder about her weight roughly three weeks into the school year, when all of her blouses tugged in the chest area. Through weeks of school work and work at the buffet, she had failed to jump on the scales. It read 135. Only a fifteen pound weight gain since last school year, she thought. Little did she realize how hectic her schedule was going to get.

The first semester of the school year was drawing to a close. Through 12 weeks, she had only put on another ten pounds. I've avoided winter weight gain! she exclaimed silently with glee. That was when she began to work full time. At the beginning of December, they began to work her full time. She was working 12 hour shifts at the all-you-can-eat buffet. The staff loved her to death, and would give her three free meals a shift. Tabitha began to notice a change in her daily routine. As she would drive to work, she would stop at the local Denny's and eat a grand slam breakfast. This would fill her until she got to work. Once there, she would work about two hours then eat for one hour, work three hours then eat for an hour, work for four hours and finally eat for an hour. In just her first week of full time work, she had gained eight pounds!

This worried Tabitha. Never in her life had she been over 150, but now at 153, she was determined to work it off. That was when she met David, the manager. David was an FA, and immediately turned on by Tabitha's growth on the job. Tabitha was cleaning tables one evening, when he asked her into his office. "Tabitha," David spoke, "I've noticed that you are working around 55 hours a week this vacation, and I was wanting to know if you wanted more hours." She stood flabbergasted. On the one hand, more hours meant more money. On the other, it meant more pounds. "I ... uh... don't know for su...," "Well, don't worry about it," David interrupted. "How about you come with me to an early Christmas party for the employees next week?" This question intrigued Tabitha, since very rarely had men asked her out on dates. "Sure," she replied plainly. She pursued him after this incident, and they began to date even before the party.

David would take Tabitha out after she had eaten her meal after work, and would take her to another restaurant. She did not want to scare him off, so she politely went on with this and ate, even though her stomach felt like bursting. In their third date before the Christmas party, they went to a kicker's ball. Before the dance, he asked her to go home and put on some tight jeans. "All I have are some baggy ones," Tabitha thought aloud, but he still wanted her to go get some. He also demanded she try them on in front of him. An odd request, she thought, but worth it. She had no idea what he had in mind. Once at her place, she rummaged through the closet until she found a pair she thought were her tightest. She began to pull them up over legs, noticing a never-before felt tightness all throughout. Tabitha jumped and cursed, only to have them come up to mid-thigh. "They're all too loose, uh-huh," David replied snidely. Tabitha wasn't sure how to take that question. So she reached for the next pair. They came up over her thighs, but she had to have David pull them over her buttocks. She was embarrassed, but she thought he enjoyed it. She sucked in with all her might and tried to pull the buttons together. With one last struggle, she let her breath out and watched in horror as the crotch split. Her face was red with embarrassment, but David reassured her it was alright.

Continuing on, she found a pair she could button with all her gut sucked in as much as humanly possible. Once buttoned, she let out her breath and the pants dug into her fleshy stomach like a vice. She looked in a mirror, admiring her stomach flow over each side of the pants, the way the fabric stretched, the way her shirt exposed about two inches of stomach flesh. It nearly horrified her, when all of the sudden she felt a sharp stab in her ass. Then a hand reached around her waist, an almost uncomfortable feeling. Then a prowling hand felt the little roll of fat under her bra strap, and then gradually caressed her breast. She felt the stab again, realizing it was something of David's. He whispered into her ear, "Step on the scales." Tabitha hardly felt this was romantic, but she liked his voice and touch. "Read it to me," he whispered.

"180."

This figured did not horrify her as much as she thought it would. And even if it had, his touches were an unexpected surprise. She felt his arms around her, and then she took off her shirt.

After an evening of passion, she felt great. For the next few nights, the two repeated the same schedule. Tabitha would eat until she could hardly breathe, then they would go to her place and she would step on the scales. Then they would make love. As long as I stay below 200, I'll be okay she reassured herself. She would then go to the mall and buy workout gear, but never go to the gym. She would buy workout tapes, but only sit and watch, not do anything. She finally bought a dress for the informal party for employees at her job. It accentuated all of her good curves, and brought out her massive bust, which had grown three cup sizes since she started the school year. Now she got all dolled up for the dance.

That evening, he picked her up in a stretch limo. He got out, dressed in a tuxedo pressed to perfection. David admired her with a slowly increasing smile on his face. But that was not the only thing increasing on his body. Tabitha never had this appeal, and she reveled in the power of it all. As they got in the limo, they sped off to the party. Once at the party, everyone was there dressed casually. So the entrance of Tabitha and David gathered ooos and ahhhhs from the employees. She almost felt embarrassed. But with the party still swinging', she could have cared less. As they danced, he asked her how much she weighed. "What sort of question is that?" she asked David. "Just enhances the mood," he recovered. "I don't know; all I know is that about a week ago I bought this dress and it fit like a glove, and now it fits more like another skin." Tabitha did not realize that she still had a huge effect on him, and he attempted to hide his pride in a slow dance with her. After that, he suggested they go to a scale. "Fine, but this is the last time, David," she said angrily.

The two went to a back room in the joint, and of all things, he pulled a scale out from one of the wall panels. "How'd you know that was there?" Tabitha asked incredulously. "Let's just say you're not the first woman I have brought to a company party." This idea intrigued her. She then stepped on the scale and waited for the needle to stop. It finally rested on 204. She had gained nearly seventy pounds in half a year! She almost started crying, when he reassured her she was more beautiful now than she was when she began to work there. After that, they kissed and went back into the party.

Tabitha looked around the room, and realized that half of the girls were over 250 pounds, and she knew what was in store for her.

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The next year, Tabitha, at 235 pounds, slowly waddled towards the sign up sheet for food for the Christmas party. That was when she saw the new associate, a girl named Amber, a trim athletic type, invited into David's office. She knew that it would be a merry Christmas for that girl too.