WARNING! The following contains explicit sexual and weight-gain material.
If that is not what you are interested in, then go on to the next post.
Part 1--The Realization
I am not sure where it all started but it did. Am I sorry? No, not in
the least. Am I happy? Yes, I think the word delierious may actually be
closer to my general state of mind. Sound confusing? Perhaps if I tell
you about Randi then you will understand why my feet no longer touch the
ground.
I worked with Randi at a large corporation. We had been assigned to work
as an engineering team on a special project and found ourselves sharing an
office. Randi was 5'4", 120 pounds with long flowing blonde air and green
eyes. Quite a looker some would say. I never thought much about it. She
just simply wasn't my type. I've always preferred a woman who weighed
minimally 250 pounds (but I preferred over 300 pounds). As a matter of
fact, I call 250 pounds petite. Randi did not even begin to measure up.
Looking back on it, I think my noninterest presented itself as a challenge
to her.
Catherine was the name of my steady. She was a tall red head and over 300
pounds. When we met, she weighed a mere 225 pounds. Usually during the
work week we would stay at our respective apartments but come Friday
night, I would move in with her for the weekend. I would bring the
fattening goodies and spend the entire weekend watching and encouraging
Catherine to eat. She promised to never stop getting fatter and I
promised to never stop feeding her. As far as I was concerned, this was
heaven. Catherine thought so too.
We developed little couple feeding games to encourage her to continue
eating long past the point of satiation. Then when she was so full to the
point of explosion, I would rub her belly. I would knead her fat and
tenderly caress her growing body. We would make love for hours on end.
Often Catherine would eat boxes of chocolates or cakes while we made love
but what I lived for was for her to eat while we made love, climax, and
then demand to be fed more. It was wonderful...I just couldn't feed her
enough!
One of our favorite lovemaking techniques required Catherine to eat an
entire cake while I ate her pussy. While we were both busy eating,
Catherine would beg to be made fatter. I would then have her wash the
cake down with weight gain shakes made with half and half. Once that was
done, her stomach would be stretched and ballooned to a new size and I
would carefully roll over on top of her, part her fat legs while lifting
her belly and go inside. Her growing body was firm but the fat would mold
around me and roll as I moved inside her. I could tell each time I was on
her that she was growing bigger and more beautiful. Just thinking about
her breasts which were growing heavier and drooping ever lower across her
swelling belly would cause me to get a hard on. As I gazed at her walking
across the floor, slower, heavier, waddling more prounounced, I would just
sigh in satisfaction. Her increasing size was something we had worked on
and we were both proud of.
Then one weekend I arrived at Catherine's and was faced with two
surprises. When she opened the door my knees almost buckled. The woman
had obviously put on at least 15 pounds that week. Her clothes were
stretching and straining to remain around her growing body. She also had
a visitor and apparently the visitor had been there all week. It was her
old boy friend Jack. He left the apartment shortly after I arrived, but I
had the distinct impression that he wasn't going very far. Sure enough,
Catherine told me it was over. It seems Jack had run in to her at the ice
cream store and had called her Monday night. One thing led to another and
they had spent the week together experimenting with methods to make her
gain weight rapidly. She was pleased with the fat producing results.
I'll skip the details, suffice it to say, Catherine wanted Jack and I was
out of the picture.
I was devasted and vowed that I wouldn't fall so hard again. I must have
moped around the office for endless weeks. I would come and go both
physically and mentally. When I was in the office I would just stare into
space. As a major milestone approached for our project, Randi became
concerned that we wouldn't meet our deadline and took me out to lunch to
discuss getting my act together. She lowered the boom on me when she
said, "Look Paul, you better start helping on this project or I'm going to
ask for another partner." I glanced at her across the table and in an
effort to act very nonchalant and change the topic I said, "Are you going
to eat your lunch or just yell at me?" She flushed, picked up her fork
and started eating rapidly.
As I watched I realized that my cock was getting hard. "Oh great!", I
thought, "Just what I needed. I feel aroused for the first time in weeks
and its with this tiny little thing." I muttered something to her about
improving my performance and concentrated on eating too.
We went back to the office and I have to admit I felt better about getting
back into the swing of things. I felt back in contact with reality and
yet I couldn't let the interaction at the luncheon table go. Why would I
get excited with this small woman when I had always focused my attentions
on lucious fat women with breasts the size of melons and big expanding
bellies? Of course! It was the potential. I was always with a big
beautiful woman and together we explored her getting bigger. I had never
been with a small woman and experienced the joy and excitement of watching
her grow bigger day-by-day. Hmmmm, I wonder what Randi would think? I
could tell what I thought by the swelling in my pants.
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I kept seeing her tearing into
her lunch and devouring it before I had 3 bites down. I just knew that
inside her was a fat sensuous woman just waiting to explode into the
world. But how could I get her to realize it too? I felt like I was on a
mission because all I wanted to do was grow Randi.
I really threw myself into the work project and we finished on schedule
with money to spare. Randi was on schedule too. Right after our luncheon
I purchased a large glass candy jar for my desk. I kept it full of
fattening candies and encouraged Randi to eat them by the handfuls. She
complied with my offers and to make certain that she never really knew how
much she was eating, I always kept the candy jar "topped off". I also
convinced her that to help me stay focused, she needed to go to lunch with
me daily. Surprise, surprise...every restaurant was an all you can eat
buffet. We would switch from Mexican to Italian to Chinese and I made
certain that we never ate where the buffet had salads and fruits. I also
convinced her that we needed to work late every evening and I kept the
pizza and fast food chains hopping with our nightly orders. By the end of
the first month, Randi's tummy was spilling over her slacks and I noticed
her blouses were starting to pull. She noticed too but never said a word
about what looked like an15 extra pounds. I was pleased with her progress
and asked her to come over to my place for dinner.
Randi arrived with a bottle of wine and a new outfit. I smiled at the
loose fitting slacks and blouse and wondered how many she had purchased.
"Its working!", were my thoughts and I turned to the feast I was
preparing.
"Are we expecting company?", Randi asked as she watched me pull a sheet
of lasagne from the oven. "No, I just didn't want to cut the recipe in
half. Besides, I love leftovers," I replied. Then I turned to the stove
and grabbed the pot of fresh linguini noodles and sauce. I had her sit at
the counter and watch while I prepared dinner. Of course she needed to do
something with her hands so I got out a small wheel of brie and a couple
of other fattening appetizers for her. She just dug right in with gusto
and I felt elated. I also felt quite an erection to will down.
It was during dinner that Randi presented me with her grand announcement.
I had just given her her third helping of lasagna and she leaned across
the table and confessed that she loved eating and eating until her stomach
was full to the point of exploding. "You don't think that's awful do you
Paul?" she asked coyly. I glanced around the room. What should I say to
her? I opted for honesty and replied, "no, that's great. I personally
prefer women who weigh over 300 pounds."
"Oh Paul, how sweet of you. I've got to be honest with you. I don't know
where these thoughts of mine are coming from but they are becoming more
constant. I am enjoying putting on weight. I like the feeling of my
stomach being full and stretched. Its like I can't get enough and I am
starting to overeat so much that I am embarressing myself. Maybe I was
meant to be a huge woman. How else can I explain why I have started
dreaming of growing so fat that I can't walk. No, that's not true.
Whenever I picture myself fat, I see me completely filling a bed from side
to side and eating constantly and growing even larger. I believe I just
want to be so fat that I'm immobile and I require servants to feed me and
help me do everything. Then, because I am so restricted in my movement, I
just keep getting bigger."
I stared at Randi. Was this woman pulling my chain? She kept talking,
"I've always been too concerned about what other people thought of me and
afraid that no one would ever want to be with me. Consequently, I must
have supriessed forever my true desire to become fat." She looked at me,
smiled and continued, "Then I met you and I thought you just might be the
one to help me explore my desire and help my fantasy become a reality."
I was frozen in time. Had this woman really asked me to fatten her to the
point that she was immobile? I swear I thought I was hallucinating but
then she took my hand across the table and asked me tenderly, "Paul, will
you fatten me?"
"Randi, you are so beautiful," I said, "and I would never not want to
please you. Would you get more beautiful by getting fatter for me." I
reached out and touched her belly. "Would you do that for me? Will you
let me fatten you until you reach your dream size and beyond?"
"Thank God!" she said excitedly. "I thought you would never get serious
about getting me fat. Now where and when do we begin?"
End of Part 1