~BBW/~BHM, Feederism, Romance, Sex, ~MWG – A shy closet plumper emerges into womanhood
So, my name is Melody, and I'm just a regular college student, not a cheerleader or a goth or a brain or anything unusual, and I do all the normal things college kids do. But there was one thing that I had been hiding for a few years that has now become more open. See, I'm not an average sized college student. I'm not hugely fat or anything, but I am overweight, about 225 lbs when I entered as a Freshman. Fortunately I’m also 5’10” so, despite officially being obese, I carry it well. And my hidden secret is that, unlike many, I actually like being bigger than average.
A couple of years ago, I somehow stumbled onto this group of people on the Internet who like fat girls; some even wanting to feed girls to make them fatter. This was a remarkably novel idea to me; all my life I had been told that being fat was bad, and not attractive. Now, in my high school days I was really shy, and kind of timid, but once in college I began becoming more bolder. In my sophomore year I decided to come out of the shadows and stop just being a lurker in the feeder rooms, and try to meet some people.
One night, sometime in the middle of October, I sent a message to one of the guys that showed up in the chat room whose profile said he was in my state. It was the first time I had ever talked to anybody about these feelings, and I was extremely nervous about what to say and how to act.
Turned out, that the guy's name was Mike, and he was really disarming. He was a few years older, had a job and his own home. So I got a little more confident and talked to the guy. Mike asked me bluntly how big I wanted to be, and I told him that I had never really thought of getting bigger, I just liked being big, and was looking for someone who wouldn't care that I am fat.
Mike then asked if I liked eating, which of course I do, and inquired if I would like playing with his tummy, which I wasn’t sure about. I’d never even been in bed with anyone at that point and I had no idea what he was talking about
Mike suggested that I should try gaining, just see if I liked it. We talked long into the night, we really hit it off, and we made plans to meet up next weekend.
That week seemed like the longest week of my life. It went by so slow, but finally it was Friday, the night I was going to meet Mike in person. He had a romantic night planned for us, dinner at a nice restaurant and a movie at his place, which he’d told me had a full entertainment system, high definition wide screen television, surround sound, extremely cushy and comfortable couches – in short, the works.
When our entrées came, my jaw dropped about a foot, I had never ever seen larger portions, it was unbelievable. I picked up my fork and started eating, it was delicious, the best tasting thing I had ever had. We chatted and talked while we ate, and I didn't concentrate on what I was eating until all of a sudden I realized that my plate was empty. I looked at Mike and he looked at me with the cutest smile ever, and I realized that I didn't have to be ashamed of eating so much, even though he had eaten less than half of his entrée.
Pretty soon dessert came, a large very decadent and delicious looking piece of shared cheesecake drizzled with chocolate sauce and covered in sugary fruit preserves. We shared it, and somehow I think he only got a few bites of it.
After dinner we went back to Mike's house, and he led me into the living room and he left me there to get comfortable while he fixed us a drink and put his doggy bag in the fridge. I looked around, kind of scoped the place out, and i noticed that several surfaces had a candy bowls filled with chocolate on top of them, I didn't question it, but wondered how he stayed so slim with all this candy around.
He came back in with two large margarita glasses filled to the brim, He had remembered that I enjoy margaritas. He was such a sweet guy. He put the movie in, and turned the lights down and sank into the couch next to me. Sometime during the beginning of the movie, he kind of slid over and leaned into me, and I put my arm around his shoulder, he was cold, so I hugged him closer to warm him up a bit.
Sometime soon, I unconsciously began reaching into one of the couple of bowls of candy and began munching on them. He started rubbing my belly in slow circular motions, and then he nuzzled my ear with his nose and we started kissing. He pulled away for a second to whisper "Mmm, chocolaty, just the way I like 'em" and then pulled me back into the kiss.
That was the beginning of our relationship. We lived relatively close together, so I would head over to his place after classes let out, and we'd just kind of talk and watch movies order a pizza or two, and just hang out. Usually on the weekends when we didn't need sleep, things would get a little steamier, if you catch my drift.
You’d assume correctly that eventually he did get my clothes off and me in bed and I gave myself to him – he was slow and gentle, a perfect gentleman because I’d told him it was my first time. It was just after the Xmas break and we’d been together about our months by then I remember being at my parents and my clothes seemed tighter so I got on their scale I’d gained twelve pounds and giggled with pleasure.
Around a month after my defoliation, Mike asked me if I would try something besides just a movie and the bedroom the next Friday after we came back from dinner.
“What?” I asked.
"I want to feed you during sex."
I was a little confused, but he convinced me saying "You love eating, and you love sex, why not do the two together?"
So I agreed, although a bit tentatively. We had a good dinner, shared a movie, and then went into the bedroom, which he had carefully prepared.
He had a cheesecakes, a white cake and a dark chocolate cakes along with what looked like milk to help wash the cakes down. He started kissing me. He began to move me towards the bed while relieving me of my clothes as we went. As he backed me up into the bed, I fell down on it completely naked with him on top of me, also naked.
He kneeled up and grabbed a cake, and took a handful of it and began to feed it to me, I licked tentatively at first, and Mike pushed harder and I was forced to take a huge bite of it. He continued feeding me the cake with one hand while grinding his huge erection into my belly. All of a sudden I no longer tasted cake, and I saw that the plate was empty, and Mike swooped in for a long sweet kiss as he tasted the remains of the cake from around my mouth.
As he pulled away he immediately replaced his tongue with a handful of cheesecake. He fed me the cheesecake the same way as the chocolate cake, and it too was soon gone.
Then he sat up on my chest and grabbed a jug of whatever it was and began pouring it into my mouth, it took a a second to get used to and just swallow, but I needed it because I was so thirsty after all that cake. The liquid was slightly thicker than milk, but was the best tasting thing ever. Once the jug was empty, I was feeling *quite* stuffed, and he began rubbing my belly and breasts with oils, all while kissing me and sucking all over.
His belly rub felt sooo good, and I even began to feel hungry again, which was amazing since I had already eaten so much. He brought me to the brink of orgasm, and then stopped touching me completely and began feeding me the second cakes, and the other jug of milk-stuff in between. Only when I had finished all the desserts, did he resume his belly rubbing and nipple sucking, that had brought me so close before.
Now my belly definitely felt tight, I didn't think I could possibly eat another thing. Mike quickly mounted me and thrust his shaft into my moist vagina, gently but firmly, shortly bringing both of us to orgasm, and we collapsed together in the bed, me staring at the large somewhat hard gut that had arisen from my usually soft and flabby tummy, while he stroked it.
In the morning, I woke up and felt a bit different. I didn't know what, but it was harder for me to sit up in bed than ever before, I just brushed it off and followed the smells of bacon to the kitchen where Mike had practically cooked up a feast. When Mike saw me in the doorway he came over and gave me a huge sloppy kiss right on the lips. "So, how did you like last night?"
"It was the best experience ever, even better than our first night together, ten times better!"
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," he said in his sexy voice.
"I hope you made some room for breakfast though," he said as he sat me down at the table and began placing plates of homemade waffles swimming in butter and syrup.
"Babe, who are you cooking for? It's just you and me right?"
"Of course, and this is all for my baby-chub," he said kissing me on the cheek and patting my now growling stomach. "So, how do you feel this morning??"
"Now that you mention it, it felt weird getting up, and the chair feels different, what's going on?"
"Now don't get mad, remember how much fun you had last night," he said placing a large glass of the liquid from last night in front of me, which I immediately began drinking.
"That drink I fed you last night was actually a gainer shake, it has around 1000 calories per cup in it, and I mixed in a bit of an appetite stimulant to get you hungry enough to eat all the food last night."
I took the now empty glass away from my mouth, "So that’s what this is? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to get mad, and remember how much fun we had? And look, you can't even notice that you grew. Baby please don't be mad with me, I love you, I love *all* of you. Just think the more there is for me to love, the better the fun."
He did have a point, and so I decided not to be angry with Mike, so I calmed down, and tasted one of the waffles he had made me, as he put out a large platter of bacon with a bowl of scrambled eggs, I noticed that everything he was making for me was dripping in grease or butter, but didn't complain, I didn't want to upset him, and he was being so nice to cook for me.
He then came over and started feeding me again. I started to get horny again, and Mike sure did enjoy that. He would rub his crotch against mine as he fed me more food. I was in pure bliss. By the time we were through we were back in the bedroom and had both orgasmed, as he had even covered his cock in whipped cream and had me suck him off. So much for the timid shy girl of the previous October. But of course by now there was nearly 250 pounds of me. .
We got cleaned up, (after another round of sex in the shower) and we just kind of cooled out, I was still digesting. I noticed though, that as my belly shrank from the volume inside of it, it got softer. I knew I was getting fatter and truly didn’t care. I told Mike that this whole feeding thing definitely wasn't so bad, I was having better more explosive orgasms then ever before, and I was enjoying every minute of being with him, and that if it made him happier, then that was more than enough reason to go ahead with it for me...
So, dear reader, that’s how it all started. What a time it has been. Now on weekends I go over after classes let out, and from then until Sunday night, it is be a marathon of food and sex. No longer do I feel embarrassed of my size, or of overeating, and the fat was just like pouring into me.
My belly has really grown, and so have my breasts and nipples, which had become Mike's favorite place to suck, and I was happy with that, because they definitely were the most erogenous area on me. I gained over 40 pounds in those months, going up to 260 pounds. I was no longer just chubby, I was fat, and it didn't seem like Mike wanted me to stop growing either.
One Sunday night, I broached the subject to him, asking him if he had ever thought of gaining a little bit of weight too.
"Babe, I love fat on you, I don't think I'd be a good chub," he initially responded.
I was a little dismayed, "But I think it would be cool, and really sexy for you to have a belly too, I mean I'm getting kind of lonely being the only big one in this relationship, If you got at least a little chubby, I wouldn't feel as lonely. I don't think I want to get much bigger, unless you're a little bit bigger too. For me, please?"
"Ok, chubs, if it makes you happy, I'll gain some weight for you. How big do you want me to get?"
"I think about 275 would be good, then you'd be a tad bigger than me, but not too big."
"Ok, we'll give it a try," he consented.
So that began the second part of our relationship as I moved in with him for the summer break of what would be my Junior year. . Now it wasn't only his job to keep me fed, but to overfeed himself. Of course I helped. The first time we stuffed him, his six pack bulged out like a balloon and he was moaning in a combination of pain and pleasure, as I pulled the same tricks on him that he used on me. That got him going and after that resistance was futile.
So, we just started stuffing him as much as possible, 24/7; I know part of it was that he knew if he got up there quickly I would possibly start gaining again. At first it was tough going, but we got it down to where we'd feed him snacks between meals, and especially before bedtime, and pretty soon he was gaining a few pounds a week,
It was cool watching him gain, because he had never been fat before and also, he had been muscular before, so he was gaining in a different way. His fat was kind of going a lot to his belly and his pecs too, they were getting beefy before they started to sag a bit. I decided that if he could call me chubs I could call him “beefy.”
Finally, about a year later, Mike had reached the 275 goal. He told me he was done with gaining, he liked his belly and the extra weight, but he didn't want to get too much bigger because he was more turned on taking care of and feeding me. Honestly, so was I – although during this time I’d added some too and was close to breaking 300.
So, to celebrate, he cooked more food than ever before, and we sat down to the table and both started eating. As soon as he was almost full, he got up and came over to me, and started rubbing my belly. I soon got to the point where I could eat more, but he would have to help me. So Mike got up (with a little bit of newfound difficulty from his new extra weight) and began to grind his belly into mine, massaging both of our tummies while he fed me. It was so erotic having his big belly pushing into my even bigger belly that was jam packed with food.
Now we only do feeding every month or so, but its extremely erotic. The big chubby man is feeding an even bigger chubbier girl. Sometimes he teases me and eat some of my food, and I'd whimper and whine because I wanted it all because I wanted to be fatter, and it was supposed to all be for me. So he'd respond by pulling out another jug (except now its almond flavored rice milk with far fewer calories) and pours it down my waiting throat.
One week I was revelling in my huge size, and so was Mike. I loved waking up with Mike curled up next to me, or on top of me. Usually I would just lay there for a while and poke my huge gut and watch as it jiggled and undulated. That Saturday I woke up alone, to the sound of Mike in the kitchen. Shortly he came waddling into the room with a pushcart covered with breakfast.
"Happy Belly Day, chubby." he cried
And with that, he climbed up on top of my belly and started feeding me breakfast in bed My belly was massive, bigger than ever. Mike leaned over and lay down on my belly and started kissing me while kind of humping my belly. Soon he found what he was looking for as his cock slid into my vagina. He lay back down and made sure he was in all the way, then began to pull out and thrust back in.
It was so amazing. I find it hard to believe that with both of us having gotten so fat that he could still get between the folds of my labia, but I don’t care, the important thing is that he does it and I love it. As he began pounding away, I started jiggling out of control, which caused me to inadvertently grab his love handles and pulled him down into my belly as much as I could, and we both came at the same time.
That was a week ago. My belly is big enough that it covers my crotch. I’m over 300 and graduation is approaching. Mike and I are happier than ever, with plans to get married this summer, but we've run into a dilemma of sorts. How much more should I let myself gain before we try having kids?
We haven’t decided – I just know that the thought of eating and gaining makes me hot. For right now, after relating all this, I’m just happy and craving a banana split.
Fat Girl on Campus
by Anonymous
(Adapted from writer.com)
by Anonymous
(Adapted from writer.com)
So, my name is Melody, and I'm just a regular college student, not a cheerleader or a goth or a brain or anything unusual, and I do all the normal things college kids do. But there was one thing that I had been hiding for a few years that has now become more open. See, I'm not an average sized college student. I'm not hugely fat or anything, but I am overweight, about 225 lbs when I entered as a Freshman. Fortunately I’m also 5’10” so, despite officially being obese, I carry it well. And my hidden secret is that, unlike many, I actually like being bigger than average.
A couple of years ago, I somehow stumbled onto this group of people on the Internet who like fat girls; some even wanting to feed girls to make them fatter. This was a remarkably novel idea to me; all my life I had been told that being fat was bad, and not attractive. Now, in my high school days I was really shy, and kind of timid, but once in college I began becoming more bolder. In my sophomore year I decided to come out of the shadows and stop just being a lurker in the feeder rooms, and try to meet some people.
One night, sometime in the middle of October, I sent a message to one of the guys that showed up in the chat room whose profile said he was in my state. It was the first time I had ever talked to anybody about these feelings, and I was extremely nervous about what to say and how to act.
Turned out, that the guy's name was Mike, and he was really disarming. He was a few years older, had a job and his own home. So I got a little more confident and talked to the guy. Mike asked me bluntly how big I wanted to be, and I told him that I had never really thought of getting bigger, I just liked being big, and was looking for someone who wouldn't care that I am fat.
Mike then asked if I liked eating, which of course I do, and inquired if I would like playing with his tummy, which I wasn’t sure about. I’d never even been in bed with anyone at that point and I had no idea what he was talking about
Mike suggested that I should try gaining, just see if I liked it. We talked long into the night, we really hit it off, and we made plans to meet up next weekend.
That week seemed like the longest week of my life. It went by so slow, but finally it was Friday, the night I was going to meet Mike in person. He had a romantic night planned for us, dinner at a nice restaurant and a movie at his place, which he’d told me had a full entertainment system, high definition wide screen television, surround sound, extremely cushy and comfortable couches – in short, the works.
When our entrées came, my jaw dropped about a foot, I had never ever seen larger portions, it was unbelievable. I picked up my fork and started eating, it was delicious, the best tasting thing I had ever had. We chatted and talked while we ate, and I didn't concentrate on what I was eating until all of a sudden I realized that my plate was empty. I looked at Mike and he looked at me with the cutest smile ever, and I realized that I didn't have to be ashamed of eating so much, even though he had eaten less than half of his entrée.
Pretty soon dessert came, a large very decadent and delicious looking piece of shared cheesecake drizzled with chocolate sauce and covered in sugary fruit preserves. We shared it, and somehow I think he only got a few bites of it.
After dinner we went back to Mike's house, and he led me into the living room and he left me there to get comfortable while he fixed us a drink and put his doggy bag in the fridge. I looked around, kind of scoped the place out, and i noticed that several surfaces had a candy bowls filled with chocolate on top of them, I didn't question it, but wondered how he stayed so slim with all this candy around.
He came back in with two large margarita glasses filled to the brim, He had remembered that I enjoy margaritas. He was such a sweet guy. He put the movie in, and turned the lights down and sank into the couch next to me. Sometime during the beginning of the movie, he kind of slid over and leaned into me, and I put my arm around his shoulder, he was cold, so I hugged him closer to warm him up a bit.
Sometime soon, I unconsciously began reaching into one of the couple of bowls of candy and began munching on them. He started rubbing my belly in slow circular motions, and then he nuzzled my ear with his nose and we started kissing. He pulled away for a second to whisper "Mmm, chocolaty, just the way I like 'em" and then pulled me back into the kiss.
That was the beginning of our relationship. We lived relatively close together, so I would head over to his place after classes let out, and we'd just kind of talk and watch movies order a pizza or two, and just hang out. Usually on the weekends when we didn't need sleep, things would get a little steamier, if you catch my drift.
You’d assume correctly that eventually he did get my clothes off and me in bed and I gave myself to him – he was slow and gentle, a perfect gentleman because I’d told him it was my first time. It was just after the Xmas break and we’d been together about our months by then I remember being at my parents and my clothes seemed tighter so I got on their scale I’d gained twelve pounds and giggled with pleasure.
Around a month after my defoliation, Mike asked me if I would try something besides just a movie and the bedroom the next Friday after we came back from dinner.
“What?” I asked.
"I want to feed you during sex."
I was a little confused, but he convinced me saying "You love eating, and you love sex, why not do the two together?"
So I agreed, although a bit tentatively. We had a good dinner, shared a movie, and then went into the bedroom, which he had carefully prepared.
He had a cheesecakes, a white cake and a dark chocolate cakes along with what looked like milk to help wash the cakes down. He started kissing me. He began to move me towards the bed while relieving me of my clothes as we went. As he backed me up into the bed, I fell down on it completely naked with him on top of me, also naked.
He kneeled up and grabbed a cake, and took a handful of it and began to feed it to me, I licked tentatively at first, and Mike pushed harder and I was forced to take a huge bite of it. He continued feeding me the cake with one hand while grinding his huge erection into my belly. All of a sudden I no longer tasted cake, and I saw that the plate was empty, and Mike swooped in for a long sweet kiss as he tasted the remains of the cake from around my mouth.
As he pulled away he immediately replaced his tongue with a handful of cheesecake. He fed me the cheesecake the same way as the chocolate cake, and it too was soon gone.
Then he sat up on my chest and grabbed a jug of whatever it was and began pouring it into my mouth, it took a a second to get used to and just swallow, but I needed it because I was so thirsty after all that cake. The liquid was slightly thicker than milk, but was the best tasting thing ever. Once the jug was empty, I was feeling *quite* stuffed, and he began rubbing my belly and breasts with oils, all while kissing me and sucking all over.
His belly rub felt sooo good, and I even began to feel hungry again, which was amazing since I had already eaten so much. He brought me to the brink of orgasm, and then stopped touching me completely and began feeding me the second cakes, and the other jug of milk-stuff in between. Only when I had finished all the desserts, did he resume his belly rubbing and nipple sucking, that had brought me so close before.
Now my belly definitely felt tight, I didn't think I could possibly eat another thing. Mike quickly mounted me and thrust his shaft into my moist vagina, gently but firmly, shortly bringing both of us to orgasm, and we collapsed together in the bed, me staring at the large somewhat hard gut that had arisen from my usually soft and flabby tummy, while he stroked it.
In the morning, I woke up and felt a bit different. I didn't know what, but it was harder for me to sit up in bed than ever before, I just brushed it off and followed the smells of bacon to the kitchen where Mike had practically cooked up a feast. When Mike saw me in the doorway he came over and gave me a huge sloppy kiss right on the lips. "So, how did you like last night?"
"It was the best experience ever, even better than our first night together, ten times better!"
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," he said in his sexy voice.
"I hope you made some room for breakfast though," he said as he sat me down at the table and began placing plates of homemade waffles swimming in butter and syrup.
"Babe, who are you cooking for? It's just you and me right?"
"Of course, and this is all for my baby-chub," he said kissing me on the cheek and patting my now growling stomach. "So, how do you feel this morning??"
"Now that you mention it, it felt weird getting up, and the chair feels different, what's going on?"
"Now don't get mad, remember how much fun you had last night," he said placing a large glass of the liquid from last night in front of me, which I immediately began drinking.
"That drink I fed you last night was actually a gainer shake, it has around 1000 calories per cup in it, and I mixed in a bit of an appetite stimulant to get you hungry enough to eat all the food last night."
I took the now empty glass away from my mouth, "So that’s what this is? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to get mad, and remember how much fun we had? And look, you can't even notice that you grew. Baby please don't be mad with me, I love you, I love *all* of you. Just think the more there is for me to love, the better the fun."
He did have a point, and so I decided not to be angry with Mike, so I calmed down, and tasted one of the waffles he had made me, as he put out a large platter of bacon with a bowl of scrambled eggs, I noticed that everything he was making for me was dripping in grease or butter, but didn't complain, I didn't want to upset him, and he was being so nice to cook for me.
He then came over and started feeding me again. I started to get horny again, and Mike sure did enjoy that. He would rub his crotch against mine as he fed me more food. I was in pure bliss. By the time we were through we were back in the bedroom and had both orgasmed, as he had even covered his cock in whipped cream and had me suck him off. So much for the timid shy girl of the previous October. But of course by now there was nearly 250 pounds of me. .
We got cleaned up, (after another round of sex in the shower) and we just kind of cooled out, I was still digesting. I noticed though, that as my belly shrank from the volume inside of it, it got softer. I knew I was getting fatter and truly didn’t care. I told Mike that this whole feeding thing definitely wasn't so bad, I was having better more explosive orgasms then ever before, and I was enjoying every minute of being with him, and that if it made him happier, then that was more than enough reason to go ahead with it for me...
So, dear reader, that’s how it all started. What a time it has been. Now on weekends I go over after classes let out, and from then until Sunday night, it is be a marathon of food and sex. No longer do I feel embarrassed of my size, or of overeating, and the fat was just like pouring into me.
My belly has really grown, and so have my breasts and nipples, which had become Mike's favorite place to suck, and I was happy with that, because they definitely were the most erogenous area on me. I gained over 40 pounds in those months, going up to 260 pounds. I was no longer just chubby, I was fat, and it didn't seem like Mike wanted me to stop growing either.
One Sunday night, I broached the subject to him, asking him if he had ever thought of gaining a little bit of weight too.
"Babe, I love fat on you, I don't think I'd be a good chub," he initially responded.
I was a little dismayed, "But I think it would be cool, and really sexy for you to have a belly too, I mean I'm getting kind of lonely being the only big one in this relationship, If you got at least a little chubby, I wouldn't feel as lonely. I don't think I want to get much bigger, unless you're a little bit bigger too. For me, please?"
"Ok, chubs, if it makes you happy, I'll gain some weight for you. How big do you want me to get?"
"I think about 275 would be good, then you'd be a tad bigger than me, but not too big."
"Ok, we'll give it a try," he consented.
So that began the second part of our relationship as I moved in with him for the summer break of what would be my Junior year. . Now it wasn't only his job to keep me fed, but to overfeed himself. Of course I helped. The first time we stuffed him, his six pack bulged out like a balloon and he was moaning in a combination of pain and pleasure, as I pulled the same tricks on him that he used on me. That got him going and after that resistance was futile.
So, we just started stuffing him as much as possible, 24/7; I know part of it was that he knew if he got up there quickly I would possibly start gaining again. At first it was tough going, but we got it down to where we'd feed him snacks between meals, and especially before bedtime, and pretty soon he was gaining a few pounds a week,
It was cool watching him gain, because he had never been fat before and also, he had been muscular before, so he was gaining in a different way. His fat was kind of going a lot to his belly and his pecs too, they were getting beefy before they started to sag a bit. I decided that if he could call me chubs I could call him “beefy.”
Finally, about a year later, Mike had reached the 275 goal. He told me he was done with gaining, he liked his belly and the extra weight, but he didn't want to get too much bigger because he was more turned on taking care of and feeding me. Honestly, so was I – although during this time I’d added some too and was close to breaking 300.
So, to celebrate, he cooked more food than ever before, and we sat down to the table and both started eating. As soon as he was almost full, he got up and came over to me, and started rubbing my belly. I soon got to the point where I could eat more, but he would have to help me. So Mike got up (with a little bit of newfound difficulty from his new extra weight) and began to grind his belly into mine, massaging both of our tummies while he fed me. It was so erotic having his big belly pushing into my even bigger belly that was jam packed with food.
Now we only do feeding every month or so, but its extremely erotic. The big chubby man is feeding an even bigger chubbier girl. Sometimes he teases me and eat some of my food, and I'd whimper and whine because I wanted it all because I wanted to be fatter, and it was supposed to all be for me. So he'd respond by pulling out another jug (except now its almond flavored rice milk with far fewer calories) and pours it down my waiting throat.
One week I was revelling in my huge size, and so was Mike. I loved waking up with Mike curled up next to me, or on top of me. Usually I would just lay there for a while and poke my huge gut and watch as it jiggled and undulated. That Saturday I woke up alone, to the sound of Mike in the kitchen. Shortly he came waddling into the room with a pushcart covered with breakfast.
"Happy Belly Day, chubby." he cried
And with that, he climbed up on top of my belly and started feeding me breakfast in bed My belly was massive, bigger than ever. Mike leaned over and lay down on my belly and started kissing me while kind of humping my belly. Soon he found what he was looking for as his cock slid into my vagina. He lay back down and made sure he was in all the way, then began to pull out and thrust back in.
It was so amazing. I find it hard to believe that with both of us having gotten so fat that he could still get between the folds of my labia, but I don’t care, the important thing is that he does it and I love it. As he began pounding away, I started jiggling out of control, which caused me to inadvertently grab his love handles and pulled him down into my belly as much as I could, and we both came at the same time.
That was a week ago. My belly is big enough that it covers my crotch. I’m over 300 and graduation is approaching. Mike and I are happier than ever, with plans to get married this summer, but we've run into a dilemma of sorts. How much more should I let myself gain before we try having kids?
We haven’t decided – I just know that the thought of eating and gaining makes me hot. For right now, after relating all this, I’m just happy and craving a banana split.
