The Tax Accountant

For years I had been doing the taxes for the Brown family. They had one daughter Wendy. Even though she is on her own now, she always comes with her parents and I do her taxes separately. I always thought she was rather cute, maybe it was her face, maybe it was her plumpness. If I had met her in another place, I may have asked her out, but it wasn't a good idea to ask clients out.

This year, I did her parents' tax. When I looked through the paperwork they handed me, there was an envelope with a note and a twenty dollar bill attached, "ask Wendy out, she's shy." I collected all of the paperwork, ask the questions and put everything in a file. I wrote out my bill, deducted the twenty as already paid, and sent her parents to the cashier. I then did Wendy's tax, and at the end, I told her that I was done for the day, and asked if she would like to join me for an evening snack. She agreed.

We went to the food court of the local mall, which was rather quiet at that time. I always thought she was a nice person, but I had seen a new side of her and I liked her personality as we socialized. As we were done eating, she asked me why I had done her taxes all of these years, and never asked her out before. While I was trying to think of a reason, she interrupted. "Oh I see, don't tell me my father paid you to take me out, too." As I tried to come up with an answer, she said, "my father has given up on me getting thin, so now he's paying men to take me of his hands. Like damaged merchandise. Well I've dated some men who try to ignore my size." I then asked her if she had dated men who preferred her size. "Prefer my size. What do you mean by THAT?"

I told her about FA's. She seemed very curious. I then told her about the whole range of size acceptance, even about feeders, and the like. "SO how did you find out about all of this?" I told her that I was an FA. "Really," she asked. At about that time a 350 pound lady walked through the food court. I pointed her out to Wendy, and said that many men would find her attractive. It seemed that she kept asking me about feeders. I told her that I wasn't a feeder. She said, "so you wouldn't feed a woman who wanted to be fed?" I told her I would never force a woman to eat. I also told her that I had never come across a feedee.

Wendy then asked me if the 350 pound woman was too big for me. Not at all I told her. So none of the women you dated gained weight while you were seeing them. I told her that some women stayed exactly the same, while others had gained quite a bit. "I'm confused," she said. "You never met a feedee, yet some women gained." I told her that feedees intentionally gain weight usually with the help of a man, while some women just gained. "But what is the difference whether the woman wanted to be fat?" "I'm only around 200, and you like women who weigh around 350. You wouldn't want me to get fatter?" I told her it didn't matter. There was more than just a person's size. Since it was getting late, we called it a night.

The next day, I called Wendy and told her that I enjoyed meeting her and asked her out to dinner. "So how many dates did my father pay for?" Wendy asked. "Well actually none," I said, "because I credited the money towards the tax fee. This one is on me." She then told me that she wanted to continue our conversation on size acceptance. I suggested that we meet on Saturday afternoon, since our discussions ended up being quite wordy. We would eat Saturday night.

I met her at her house on Saturday afternoon. She thanked me for asking her out on my own. "Why not?," I said. I then told her that I thought she was pretty and had a nice personality. I then told her that since her weight wasn't a problem, I got a good deal. She told me about that her father told her she would never have a boyfriend unless she was thin. After years of trying to get her to lose weight, he would pay men to ask her out. "So where do women find men who like to feed them," she asked. Well, I guess through personal ads and magazines for feeders, I said. "Why, do you want to find a feeder," I teased. "Yes," she said, as her faced turned serious. I warned her that many men who were feeders didn't know when to stop. We ended up talking about other things until we went to dinner. When we came back, she invited me in, and we sat at her dining room table. She laid out several dessert type foods, and started eating.

I kind of think that she had the conversation planned. At first we talked about size acceptance, then why I liked large women. Then what I liked about larger women. And then she said, "John, I want to gain weight. I don't know how much, but I want to get bigger. I know you're not a feeder, but I'd love to have you feed me"

My heart was beginning to beat faster. Even though I wasn't a feeder, women who wanted to get fatter always intrigued me, even though I had never met any in person. Wendy was really cute, and the thought of her face on a larger body sounded really exciting. But at the same time I didn't know if I wanted to have the reputation of being a feeder.

She spoke, and asked why I was so quiet. "Just thinking," I said. "Thinking about what," Wendy said. "Well, I've never been a feeder," I said. And she said, "Well I've never been a feedee." I asked her why she wanted to gain. "I've tried to please my family for so long. I've always denied myself. I kind of fantasized about eating everything I could find, when I was denying myself. I planned on doing it when I was on my own, but my family kept after me not to eat. I was told I couldn't find a man. When you told me about feeders and feedees my old fantasies came back. It was the missing link in my lifelong fantasy."

"But what about you, John? You don't seem to be too enthusiastic."

"Actually I am very much interested. I really enjoy your company. But I just want to make sure you know what you are getting into," I said. Wendy told me that she thought of everything. She has a good job that accepts very fat people. She is very healthy. I told her that I would love to help her whatever she wanted to be. She grabbed me, and hugged me so hard. She then kissed me. I knew that she was very serious about it. We spent the rest of the night on the couch starting to pet, and watching TV. We were bonding quite well. We made plans to meet the next day, Sunday. I told her that I wanted to take her food shopping, and she got very horny again.

We agreed to meet at 10 am. She was dressed and ready to go. I could tell that she was very anxious. On the way to the store, she asked how my morning went. I told her that it was fine. She told me that she was so excited in anticipation. She asked me what I did. I told her that I went through a lot of my publications to read about feeders and feedees. She made a sexual gasping noise.

"You sound like you are taking this seriously."

I told her that I was. We got to the grocery store and started shopping. She filled her cart at about the halfway point, so I got another cart. We checked out, and filled her trunk at back seat with bags of groceries. Everything was gooey and fattening. I asked her how she picked out what she wanted, and she said it was simple.

"I just bought everything I wasn't allowed to eat as a child."

We got to her house, and I noticed a lot of empty cabinets.

"This is what I did all morning. made room for the good stuff." After we put away the groceries, she was getting horny again. I helped her lay out bowls of food on the coffee table. She hadn't noticed that I had slipped away to the kitchen and made her a Sundae in a large cereal bowl, filled with whipped cream and fudge and nuts. She kissed me as I put it down in front of her. As she worked on the ice cream, I would unwrap candy bars and put them in her mouth. As she finished the ice cream, she started to hold her stomach.

"I'm starting to feel sick," she said.

"Great," I said. That is how you can tell that you ate as much as you could." I told her that is what a feedee does, although she didn't have to go that far if she didn't want to. I told her that by eating to capacity, her stomach would stretch and she could eat a little more each time. She started to burp, and she started to nibble again.

About an hour later, I asked her if she was ready for another Sundae. She had the biggest smile, and said that she would try. After I brought it to her, she ate half of it, and slowed down to almost nothing as she made assorted burping and hiccuping noises that she tried to hide. To give her a break from eating, I started to touch her body, and told her that the whipped cream would show here, the fudge would show there. About 10 minutes later, she was able to finish the sundae.

Ten minutes later, I raided her cabinets again and brought her some goodies that I laid on the table to replace what she ate between the sundaes. After her first bite of twinkies, she said, "wait a minute," and the unzipped her jeans. Oh god, that feels better, as she finished her twinkie.

"So when do I need the next size." she asked.

I told her that I didn't know, since I was never a feeder before. I told her that at the rate she was eating, we'd better go the next day. She had a great big grin, and said, "yeah." in a very satisfied way. She spent the rest of the night eating heavily, burping, and walking very slowly to the bathroom. She ate continuously from 2 p.m. to 10 p.m., when we said goodnight.

The next day, I picked Wendy up and we went shopping. We looked at the plus size department, since she would be going from a 20 to a 22. I asked her how her clothes were fitting, and she said that they were a little tighter, but she thought that the most part of her binge was yet to show.

She accidentally went one rack too far to the maternities. She showed me something she liked, but then I showed her the sign about the same she noticed the "lady in waiting" label.

"Well, actually I feel pregnant she said. I am waiting for the result of yesterday's feast." Too bad, she said, I really like this top, with this pants."

I asked her if she liked it, and it fits, why doesn't she buy it? She laughed and looked at it again. You know it doesn't look that much like maternities. And she put it in her cart. We then went past a maternity bra display, which said, "for the new changes in your body." Oh god, she said. I thought about my outer clothes, but I'm going to be needing new underwear too. I picked up a 38C and threw it in her cart. She looked at me funny, and I said, "If you get pregnant, your boobs grow and you buy an expandable bra. If you get fat, you boobs grow, so why not buy an expandable bra. She took it out of the cart, and replaced it with a 40C. It isn't just my boobs that are going to grow, she said. As we headed back to the plus size, she picked up the largest size pants, stretched them out as far as she could, and said, I am getting VERY hungry." We headed to the check out counter, where she picked up a hand full of candy bars to the order.

She starting eating candy bars on the way to the car. We stopped at a Buffet place, where she was able to make 5 trips to the bar, plus a dessert run. We returned home, despite the fact that she had trouble moving being so full, she was able to continue eating as we sat quietly watching TV.

The next day, I met her at her house, and she was wearing her maternity outfit.

"That was nice for you to wear it and show me," I said.

"I had to wear it to work," she said. "I think Sunday's meal appeared on me overnight. I made us a meal, but I need to go clothes shopping tonight. I'm going to need a few outfits." Even though I was new to feeder/feedee relationships, I had never seen anyone eat so much. It was obvious that she learned how to constantly eat without getting sick to her stomach.

We went to Lane Bryants at the mall. She looked at things in size 22. She then asked me how women who gained a lot kept getting new clothes. I told her that certain styles of clothes could last through 50 and even 100 pounds of weight gains. I showed her stretch pants, big tops and tent dresses.

"Think of them as maternity clothes for gaining weight," I chuckled. She picked out 3 outfits that would accommodate the changes her body would go through. When we got home, she raided the freezer, and then tried her clothes on in front of me. Her entire body was filled with bright red stretch marks.

The next day, I went to her house, and she was going through her closet. She had a stack of clothes on the bed, some were size 20's, and a few were 18. However, there was one size 10. I asked her how she got that. She told me that her parents bought it for her, so she would lose weight. I asked what she was going to do with it. She told me that she would give it back to her parents. She said they told her that when she could fit into it, she would be thin enough to get married.

"So John," she said, "what happens when I outgrow the Lane Bryant clothes?"

I told her that there were mail order companies that went to size 70, and even above. She asked me how to get the catalogs. I told her that she had a while to go, even at the rate she was eating.

"I know," she said, "but I'd like to see them anyway."

I told her that I had a list at home, and would bring them to her the next day.

Wendy continued to eat. We were seeing each other almost every day, she kept me busy feeding her. I am sure that she would have outgrown her size 22 clothes, if she hadn't bought tent dresses and stretch pants. Her growing body reflected her voracious appetite. Several weeks later, when I visited Wendy, I noticed that she had an open box from one of the catalogs I had told her about. I asked her about it, and she said, you'll see. She also said that she hated to involve people in family arguments, but she would make an exception.

She had invited her parents to dinner in a couple of days. They hadn't seen her in a while, but she talked to them on the phone and they knew we were seeing each other. When the night came, I was already in the house when she opened her door. Her parents gasped, and her mother said, "Wendy, you got fatter."

"Yes, I've noticed," Wendy said.

"Oh yes, let me give you this dress back," Wendy said as she handed her mother the size 10 dress.

"Let me go slip on my nice clothes, now that I am done with the cooking," Wendy said. When Wendy came back, she was wearing a very large dress that I had never seen before.

"What kind of dress is that?" her mother asked.

"Oh it's my 'when I get married dress'," Wendy said.

"Dad, I want to thank you for fixing me up with John. He likes his women big. His last girlfriend was 400 pounds." Both of her parents were standing there with their mouths open.

"Well you told me that you wanted me happy. I'm very happy."

The rest of the night wasn't too bad, although you could feel the tension in the air. When her parents were there, Wendy ate, but not as much as she did in front of me. When they left, I asked her about the dress.

"Oh, that dress," she said. "I ordered it. It's a size 62. Barely fits me now." She then picked up a hand full of Hershey Kisses and then said, "But it will eventually." I think she saw me getting me getting excited, and seized the moment. She stood up and started the hold the material in different directions. She pulled the sides, and said, "if I get wide hips it will look like this." She then pulled it in the bottom in front of her and said, "If I get a big tummy, it will look like this." She then pulled it out in front on top and said, "If I get big boobs, it will look like this."

I had never felt the overwhelming need to feed her as I did then. I rushed to the kitchen and got a half gallon of ice cream out of the refrigerator. Wendy got a spoon and grabbed the ice cream out of my hand without me getting her a bowl. She ate it all out of the box.

The next day, I went to her house. She said that she hadn't weighed herself since she began to eat.

"I'm probably about 230 or maybe 240 by now," she said. She took off all of her clothes, and the bright red stretch marks and newly developed roles of fat were quite obvious. She poked the fat hanging over her cups, and said, "Well guess I can say good-bye to C cups." She got on the scale, and it was at 250.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. I looked a little stunned and asked if she was upset.

"Upset?," she said. "I love it." I reminded her that the stretch pants and loose fitting tops and dresses would make it harder for her to discover when she gained.

The next night, we went to the mall. She picked up some D cup bras. She also bought a couple of pairs of pants and some tops in a larger size. We then went to the food court, where she ordered several meals. "God this is exciting," she said. Being able to enjoy what I eat, and having a boy friend too, I reminded Wendy, that it was exciting for me too.

When we got back from the mall, she went to the kitchen to make herself another dinner. She was able to eat several dinners a night, plus a lot of snacks. She ate a few candy bars while she was waiting for dinner. While she was cooking, she wore some old clothes that were too small, so she wouldn't ruin her new clothes. After she had her dinner, she came to sit at the couch. Her pants ripped while she went to sit down. That excited both of us to the point where we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

I was constantly in a state of bliss, as she was always eating. Each time I saw her, she looked bigger. Even though she wore lose clothes, I could see her growing body engulfing the space between her body and her clothes. Other changes were happening, as she was slowing down, and even showing slight signs of waddling as she walked. Chairs with arms and turnstiles, while not impossible, were slowing down Wendy's navigation in them.

Summer was coming. Wendy tried on her old bathing suits, but couldn't get them on at all. After dinner, we went to the mall to get her new bathing suits. She tried on several, and came out of the dressing room after each one to show me. I was getting excited seeing her tummy jiggle. I hadn't noticed how flabby it had gotten, since she was wearing mostly tent dresses. She picked out several. After making our usual stop to Hagan Dasz, Wendy went to the food court and ordered another dinner.

When we got home, Wendy brought a cake out of the refrigerator and started to eat it, piece by piece. It was almost impossible to be a feeder anymore, since Wendy was always eating something anyway. I asked Wendy to model her new suits when she done. We got on the subject of summer, and I mentioned that most people gain more weight in the winter, since they are less active. Wendy assured me that it was the opposite for her. She drank more soda, ate more ice cream to cool off in the summer.

When she finished the cake, she put on one of her new bathing suits. She asked me if I wanted to watch her do what she enjoys most in her bathing suits. I told her that I did, but there was no place to swim. Swim? I love to sit down in my bathing suit and eat ice cream. I always loved that. But now I can really enjoy it. She got out a spoon, a box of ice cream, and a can of whipped cream. When she was done, we went upstairs, and she looked at herself in a full length mirror. I love Lycra, she said. She pulled it out in the tummy area. "There is a lot of give here. It looks like I'm putting on most of my weight in my tummy. I picked out suits with plenty of room to expand."

The summer was a lot of fun. Although Wendy spent too much time eating, for me to actually feed her, it was erotic watching her constantly eat. We spent most of the time at her house, where she would eat several dinners, and snack before, after and between them. She would sit out in her bathing suit and consume large amounts of ice cream. Her breasts, butt, but especially her tummy was pushing out her bathing suit more than ever. On the fourth of July Wendy celebrated her independence by weighing herself. She was 277 pounds. Still small compared to some of the women I dated, but well on her way to the 400-500 pounds that we wanted her to be.

Wendy was really psyched by gaining so much weight. It just encouraged her to eat more and more. She was still eating until she was nearly sick to her stomach, knowing exactly when to stop. It was a lot more than she used to, since it was obvious that her stomach was stretching as a result of gorging to the point of capacity. However, it wasn't only her internal stomach organ that was stretching. Her tummy was criss-crossed with numerous bright red and purple stretch marks.

The end of summer brought the end of the 200's for Wendy. She had hit the 300 pound mark. She was now a 48D, and wearing size 30W clothes. Her body was undergoing constant changes. The only thing that stayed the same was her voracious appetite.

By the time late September hit, Wendy was really bulging out of her clothes. Her shirts, which she had bought oversized were now straining at the buttons. Her stretch pants stretched all they could and holes were starting to appear. One day I was watching her put on a dress, and she couldn't get it over her tummy.

I asked her if she wanted to go shopping. Wendy told me that she wouldn't be able to find clothes off of the rack. I told her that some places sold size 32W . She told me that she knew that, but wanted to get at least size 54, and maybe some 56's. She said that she wanted them to last the season. "If I got a size 32W, I'd outgrow it in a month or so." Wendy had gotten some new catalogs from the place where she had gotten her size 62 dress that she bought as a joke. By being on that mailing list, she was getting catalogs from everyone.

Wendy placed her order. For the loose fitting dresses, she ordered a size 54. For her tops and pants, she got a size 56. Until her new clothes came, she had only a few items that still fit, even though they were tight. However, she really knew hot to excite me at home. She would wear a top with her button opened at her boobs, or wear a pear of pants with a large hole. Of course watching her eat with these clothes added to the excitement.

When the clothes came, she said she had a surprise for me. I couldn't think of what could make me happier than to see her put on a size 56 top. But it was when she took off the size 56 top to reveal her new 50DD bra.

Even though her weight gain was constant, there were several points that were milestones. She was at one now, going to the 50's in her bras, having to order clothes, surpassing the 300 mark. She was getting winded at long walks, and her body jiggled more than ever. We had a talk, while she was eating another snack. She confirmed the fact that she was happy at the changes in her body, and that she wanted to continue to gain.

As the days were getting shorter, we were spending more time inside and at home. This gave her more time to eat. But even when we went to the mall to Christmas shop, Wendy would spend a lot of time at the food court. When we got home from the mall, Wendy would still cook herself full meals. She spread out the extra cloth in her new oversized dress, and said, "I've got some extra space to fill, so I may as well get busy filling it," I told her that she planned to let her clothes last the whole season. She told me that she didn't care. "If I outgrow my clothes before the end of the season, I can get bargains on clothes late in the season," she said. " I can feel my body jiggle as I walk, and I love it."

On Christmas day, Wendy and I exchanged presents. She said she used to love Christmas because she could eat what she wanted on that day. "Now, every day is Christmas." she said as she filled her mouth from a candy dish nearby. When we opened presents, I thought I'd really surprise her. As well as the usual gifts, I went to the warehouse club and bought about 10 cases of various junk foods. Snack cakes, cookies, and big boxes of candy bars. By Christmas, she was 360 and just fit the clothes she bought in September that were several sizes larger than she needed at the time.

She loved the presents, but was very concerned that the food might go stale. I didn't realize that she had already bought enough food to last into mid winter. Since the days were short and boring, Wendy thought it might be a good time to go into overdrive, trying to eat the 10 cases I bought as well as her usual eating. It will really be a challenge to eat everything she said. Wendy found time to eat, even while dressing, bathing, and other odd times. While she had been gaining 20 pounds a month, during January, she gained 30 pounds, bringing her up to 390.

Her size 56 tops which were supposed to be free flowing were now showing every roll on her body. She even had to struggle to pull the stretch pants over her bulging tummy. She ordered some size 60 tops and dresses, as well as pants in a 60" waist. I had always loved size 60. To me that was the ultimate size. She also had the size 62 dress that she wore a year ago as a joke. But now it was no joke. It was her size. Her bulging tummy, breasts and butt now filled the space where the dress hung loose on her.

Early February brought another major milepost. She had reached 400. She stood on both scales as the numbers whirled around, each to 200. She let out with a big scream and a loud YESSSSSSSSSS!!!! I guess there was no doubt in my mind that she wanted to be fat.

The winter passed, while she didn't duplicate the 30 pound month of January, she did hit the 450 mark in March. She had ordered some summer clothes in size 66. Her large and pendulous breasts now filled a 58DD. But her tummy and breasts sort of grew closer, and her tummy took the place of her bra as far as being the source of support. Her bra was more for coverage now. Even though it was still pretty cool, she had to wear her spring clothes in early March, since her body outgrew her winter clothes before winter was over.

At that point, Wendy started to eat less. I asked her what the problem was, and she said she was just slowing down, getting ready to land. " Getting ready to land?" I asked. "Well, I plan to stop at 500. It's where I wanted to be. I'm almost there. Like a plan hitting its destination."

In Mid June, Wendy got her scales together, and weighed herself. Both scales stopped at about 250 each. She then stepped in front of her mirror closet door, turned in every direction and looked. "Yes, this is where I want to be. I like the way I look, I like the way I feel." I looked at her rather sadly, and said I loved the way she looked, but will miss the changes. She told me not to worry. She still had to eat a lot to maintain her 500 pound body. I'm a perfect size 70, and I love it.

I then told her that some women gain when they get married. I then opened up a small box with an engagement ring. She then said, "Well maybe another 50 pounds, but I'm saving myself until I'm married."