~BBW, Feeding, Stuffing, Sexual Foreplay - Buxom girl finds the erotic side of eating
"Hey, are you listening, or are you just staring at Molly's rack?"I heard Mark asking George just across the hall.*
I was just sitting down by my locker studying when I felt George's eyes heavy on my chest. My shirt was a little low cut and with my arms crossed I suddenly realized that I had a good 2 inches of my cleavage showing.* I pretended not to hear, uncrossed my arms, and busied my hands with my papers.
"Hey shut up man. Have some respect. She's a great girl, just.....very well....endowed responded George.
What can I say I was born this way. Some people make such a big deal over D cups .it can be embarrassing.
"Yea, you're telling me. Look at those knockers, man! exclaimed Mark.
That asshole. I can't stand him .especially when he talks about my body parts as if he cannot see that the rest of me is there and can hear him.
"Dude, what did I just say?! Hey man, I got to go. Catch you later"said George.
I decided that George probably is a nice guy. He just couldn't help himself so I gave him a surprise treat. I crossed my arms again when I knew he was looking and winked.He looked quite surprised as his face turned red. He walked away quickly.
This gave me a giggle which made my midsection reverberate slightly. With my crossed arms that way my belly felt like it was fat. No rolls yet, still pretty flat, just on the soft side. I had probably gained just a few pounds but that can't be an excuse. I decided to start exercising again today.
I went to the weight room wearing short mesh shorts and a top that just covered my breasts.It got hot in there and didnt feel like I had to wear a lot of clothes since no one else was usually there.
When I was putting on my shoes, I noticed that my tummy started to fold over slightly. How did my figure get this out of hand?*
"Oh well, these things happen" I consoled myself as I got on the treadmill and started jogging.
I decided that 30 minutes at 6 miles an hour should be a good workout.
I saw in the mirror in front of me that my breasts were bouncing rhythmically with my strides. There's no way I could hide them. Frankly, it was sort of exhilarating so I just kept on moving at the same speed.
I could also see that my thighs had grown slightly bigger, which made me wonder if my ass had grown, too. Maybe its worse than I had first realized.
About 6 minutes into my running session, George showed up and got on the treadmill next to me. I tried hard to hide my embarrassment.
"He's pretty cute" I thought.
My face burned and I was getting hot and tired from the exertion. Wow, I must have really let myself go! I felt so out of shape.
"A little winded there?"George asked as he squeezed my side gently, causing me to cringe in shame.
"Ha ha....(gasping breath)...a little, I guess!" I said, starting to hope that I would go ahead and die from the humiliation soon.
"Don't worry about it, tomorrow it'll be much easier for you said George nonchalantly.
He cranked his machine way up to 10 mph and ran for 10 minutes, no problem. What a guy .while I'm here running almost 1/2 as fast as he is, and I'm totally whipped.
Now George goes over to lift weights. I barely manage to finish my running.
He seems quite relaxed while giving me a swat on my butt and saying "See you tomorrow, Molly."
I notice my ass jiggling around a little after he slapped it. I'm too out of breath to protest or even say bye, so I just waved him off.
I dragged myself home and did my homework. Afterward, I ate a big dinner because I was starving. By seven oclock, I was out like a light.
The next morning, I was so sore. In the shower, I rubbed my small, but soft belly. I was amazed by my large, gravity defying breasts. When I finished showering, I decided to weigh myself. 125 pounds.
I was right I had gained five pounds. Not too bad, for 5'8" I suppose.
On the way to school I had to adjust my bra often because it seemed to have gotten too small. This caused my boobs to overflow out of the top of it.
This is just great I told myself mentally. I bet those guys will get an eyeful today and I will never head the end of it.
Sure enough, I caught George staring many times though he always turned his head quickly. I decided that I should just take the whole situation lightly since I couldnt seem to stop him from looking at me.
I ran again today with just slightly better results this time. Later on that night, I went to the movies with a bunch of my classmates. I was surprised to see George among them.
He sat down next to me, putting his big bucket of popcorn between us, encouraging me to have as much as I wanted. That was nice of him. I decided that this was a good opportunity to clear the air between us.
"Hey, George?" I asked.
"Yes?" he answered.
It was hard for me to go on but finally I did .
"Umm, I've been catching you....looking at me....often I said and was relieved to get that part over.
He seemed stunned and had apparently been caught off guard.
"Wh...what do you mean?" he floundered.
"You know, staring at my.....my chest." I asserted.
His face got beet red as he stuttered some more "Umm.....well....I..."
"Don't worry about it I said in an attempt to relax him. I just...want to know what you think of me as a person?"
"Molly, I think you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I can't get you out of my mind. By the way, I really love the way your butt has filled out lately.
"Really?? I think my butt is too big, you dont think so?" I inquired while still reeling from the shock of his revelations to me.
"No, not at all. Its perfect. You're perfect the way you are. A little...on the skinny side but other than that beautiful" he tried assure me.
"Skinny? I really have been gaining weight. Look here, I'm getting a belly" I insisted.
I pulled my shirt up to reveal my little bit of fat. He put his hand flush against my stomach and it felt so warm and relaxing.
"This is nothing to be ashamed of. You need to loosen up and just relax about all of this he assured me.
I didn't realize this until about 2 minutes after he started that he was feeding me popcorn. I didn't mind though. It was very good, salty and buttery, and my stomach had started to rumble a little anyway. In 10 minutes, I had finished the entire bucket with my stomach looking a bit rounded. George's hand still rested on it and was keeping me in a state of limbo. I was going to like this guy.
Its been three months since we've been going out and I've put on 10 pounds. I think it looks good and so does George, so its no problem. I still fit into all of my clothes even if they are snug.
"It makes you look so sexy" George is always telling me.
I still run every day and I'm in better shape than before but I feel softer. My thighs have gotten bigger and my ass is wider. My belly sticks out about an inch from where my pants fasten but doesn't hang. My breasts push, and even "pour" slightly out of the sides of my bra cups.
George left for Europe at the beginning of summer and my parents left for New England for two months. They decided to leave me with my friend Jane. Jane stands 52 tall and is a party animal who loves to drink a lot of beer. From all that beer, she weighs around 150 pounds. She doesn't seem to mind at all.
There was a party almost every night, and there were appetizing snacks galore - the munchies it gave me were a killer. I would eat massive quantities of food and then fall asleep with all of it sitting my belly. It was quickly stored as body fat.
Jane has a big appetite and I matched her meals when we ate together. I never noticed how much I was eating. I woke up one morning while Janes parents were gone for the weekend. I was in just my panties because my bra had become too constricting.
Jane was gone so I didnt see a reason to get dressed. I washed my face and then sat down in the recliner. I flipped through TV channels while scarfing down a big bowl of cereal.
Not long afterward, Jane arrived home holding a McDonald's bag. I had cleaned up and pretended not to have eaten because the smell of her lunch was driving me crazy. She pulled out her 20 piece chicken nuggets, cheeseburger, fries and drink before tossing the now empty bag away.
"Nothing for me?"I asked while giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"Nope, sorry. Looks like it wouldnt hurt you to cut back anyway there, Molly she said as she teasingly poked me in my soft flab.
"But I'm HUNGRY! And what about you?" I retorted as I poked her right back in her stomach that was bigger and softer than my own.
"Well I happen to have a good excuse she retorted.
"And whats that?" I snipped.
"I start my diet tomorrow she said smugly.
"Oh come on, please could you drive me back to McDonald's? I'm really hungry and I haven't eaten yet I pleaded.
"Oh fine. Get dressed and meet me downstairs," she sighed.
She took her cheeseburger but left her fries and 19 of her chicken nuggets. I had started to get dressed when the aroma hit my nose again. It would be okay if I took one .then I took one more, and told myself thats IT. It went on like this until I had eaten all of the nuggets and fries....in 2 minutes.
"Blast it!" I said to myself.
I came up with a brilliant plan and scattered the stuff on the floor as if the dog had come in and eaten it.Then I went downstairs, wiping away any evidence that might be left on my mouth.
We went out and I ordered myself a big meal. One Big Mac, another 20 nuggets, and 2 super-sized fries. I couldn't believe I was so hungry! I devoured the burger and the nuggets as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. I gradually managed to work my way through the fries before we got home.
I stripped to my panties again and lied down in the recliner just in time to hear Jane yell "What, where are you dog!"
Ha ha. Good times. I dozed off.
By the end of that month I had gained 10 pounds and weighed in at 145. George came home for a week before he had to leave for another month of camp. He showed up at Jane's house and looked at me in awe.
"Look how fat....I mean, sexy you've gotten, Molly!" he exclaimed.
"Fat?! Oh my, yeah, look at me.I AM a cow. I know I gained some weight, but I still....I still look good right, honey?" I implored.
"You look better than ever. Are you STILL wearing your 120 lb clothes?" George inquired.
"Barely was my sad reply.
I had on some jean cutoffs that closed so tightly that it made my belly and my love handles sag over the edge of the tight jeans.*
"Well, you're looking good. Have you been running still?" George wanted to know.
"Umm.....well, do I LOOK like I have?" I replied caustically.
"Not at all he quipped as he pinched me on my ass.
"You had better start George lectured. I don't care how fat you get, just so long as you're healthy. In fact, lets go run now."
"Umm, well, I guess. We'll go a little slow though, okay?" I coerced.
"Whatever" was his dismissal.
I got dressed in my now too-tight workout top and shorts that barely covered my ass. My boobs were oozing out of the sides of the top. It was kind of embarrassing but I thought George might like it so I wore it anyway.
After the first mile, I knew that I was in the worst shape of my life. My breasts, belly, butt, and thighs were jiggling uncontrollably. My blond hair fell over my eyes, drenched with sweat.
"George, I have to stop.......(pausing for breath)....PLEASE!" I pleaded.
He looked back and saw my body in motion, jiggling, shaking. He quickly grabbed me and took me to sit down at a nearby bench. Maybe he had to sit down too after seeing me.
"Thanks I gasped.
"You're really out of shape you know" he declared as he sat there breathing normally, "But don't diet, instead, just keep running with me."
"You....won't have to worry....about me not dieting.......with Jane's example I cant stand to be away from food.....its obvious" I answered.
George kept staring at me. He couldnt take his eyes off my heaving chest and belly. I waited another 2 minutes till I started breathing normally.
"Can we walk home now?" I asked.
"Sure sweetie" he answered as he put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked home.
When we got back to Jane's, I drank a big glass of water. I just had to have some of the lasagna that Jane had made for dinner later.
"Jane? What did you do with my Molly?"* George jokingly asked with his hand rubbing my belly while I was digging in to my lasagna.
"Do you like her? I still have a month to work with her, you know Jane winked teasingly.
I smiled.
"Well, that's fine with me, just don't kill her responded George.
"Well its not me. She's doing it herself" retorted Jane as she poked me in the side.
I smiled again and made an innocent face.
"What is that look? Sure it's cute, but you've been stuffing your face since the day you got here. I'm surprised you're not even fatter!" Jane continued.
"Well, I'm not THAT fat!" I said with a mouthful of lasagna. "I'm not as big as you are, tubby!"
I gave Jane a poke in her fat belly.
"No, but you sure are getting there she retorted.
"I'm just filling out, getting some more curves, thats all. You're just jealous because YOU don't look as good as me" I smiled, letting her know that I was kidding because she really looks great.
Meanwhile, I didn't notice that I'd finished 3/4ths of the lasagna. I grabbed a coke and chugged it down in minimal time.
"Well I'm going to go take a shower, are you going to stay here George?" I inquired.
"Yes, I'll be here he answered.
I smiled and took off upstairs. After showering, I rubbed my full belly and felt very tired. Feeling too hot to put on much more, I only dressed in my bra and panties. George was on sitting in the recliner watching the tube when I walked in.
"You're a blessing, you know that?" George flattered me.
"Well, maybe a little one I teased.
"Little? he asked as he eyed me up and down.
"Ok, so I'm a big one" I relented as I sat in his lap.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His erection could be felt pushing up against my soft ass.
"We're going to need to get you some new outfits. Look at this, your bra is digging into your back," he said while rubbing the part on my back where rolls were starting to form because of the too small bra.
Your breasts are literally pouring out of the cups he continued as he squeezed my breasts a few times, rubbing the excess breast meat that was oozing out of the sides.
"And those panties aren't holding up very well, are they?" he asked while snapping the elastic band back and it hit my soft hip flesh.*
Then my belly rumbled.
George looked surprised and asked "You must really HAVE just been eating the entire time, haven't you?"
"What can I say? I'm just a natural. Hey, will you go get me some McDonalds or Kentucky Fried Chicken or something?" I implored.
"Ehhhhh.....why not. Don't move he said while standing up.
"Don't worry, I wont." I smiled and waved as he walked out of the door with his big hard on still visible.
I felt anxious and hungry waiting on the food. To help myself relax, I took off my constricting bra. The tension caused it to fling off my body as I undid the clasp. I slipped into another pair of skimpy jean shorts.*
Feeling impatient, I got myself a bowl of chocolate cereal and put 4 waffles in the big luxury toaster. I grabbed a big bag of Doritos, smothered the waffles in peanut butter and syrup (its the best, try it!) and took it all back to the recliner.
I ate the cereal and waffles pretty quick, then munched on the Doritos. They were finished off when George walked in with both a McDonald's bag and a bucket of fried chicken.
"Molly, I'm back!" George yelled.
He walked into the living room and saw me amidst an empty bowl, plate, and an empty bag of Doritos with my big breasts out bare.
"I paid $20 for this, why'd you just waste it like by eating already? he asked.
"No, I'll eat it. I'm not THAT full I answered quickly.
It was then that I realized I WAS finally full, my belly resting onto my thighs past the end of the jean shorts.
"Well, maybe I'm pretty full, but I'll try, ok?" I backpedaled.
"Oh no, you're going to eat this all now he insisted.
"ALL of it? You can't be serious!" I yelped.
"I'm going to feed it to you if I have to George continued to insist.
I took off my uncomfortable jean shorts. I would've loved to have busted out of them but because I fastened them below my belly, it would be too painful. My stomach found a little relief after removing the shorts.
George handed me a burger. I ate it but he kept complaining that I was eating it too slow. This is pretty erotic, actually, I thought to myself.
He then handed me a super-sized order of fries. I went through them several at a time keeping my mouth always full. When I had finished, I felt so full. My belly was begging me to release the pressure.
George opened the bucket of chicken. I managed 3 legs and one thigh. I started to think that each body part of the chicken would add fat to that corresponding body part on me. All of this was followed by several chicken breasts, which I had plenty of already.
Halfway through the chicken, George realized that I was way too full. He started to feed them to me while rubbing my belly with his free hand. This part was terrific even though it was painful for my stomach.
I kept thinking that its a shame that they dont sell chicken belly meat. I mentally pictured siphoning some of the meat from the chicken breasts to my own belly.
Corn on the cob was waiting for me. I am not sure how fat it will make me but it sure is good. I smothered it with butter before mowing through it. I finally ended with 3 biscuits, also buttery and just as delicious.
"That's it, you ate it all. Good girl George said amazed.
I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror across the room, halfway in profile.
"Oh my...." I managed to whisper.
I saw all the crumbs and bits of food all over my face. My huge breasts were now dwarfed by my distended belly that also covered my jiggly thighs.
I took inventory of the empty bag of Doritos, big waffle plate, huge cereal bowl. McDonalds and fried chicken wrappers and bags covered the floor. I broke down and started to cry.*
"Look at me. I'm so FAT! I wailed.
The fact that I was crying made the word "fat" sound so cacophonous. George held me close and kissed me on the forehead.
"Don't worry, don't worry about it. I love you he consoled me as I sat there crying for 20 minutes.
I eventually fell into a deep sleep and had such a vivid dream.
I woke up.
"I will never leave you, Molly" George whispers into my ear again, still holding me.
"George, what time is it?" I asked confused.
"9:30 he replied.
"I've been asleep for 6 hours?!" I asked surprised.
"Yes, have I told you how beautiful you are?" George inquired.
"And you sat here the entire time with all of my weight on you?" I asked still amazed.
"I told you, I will never leave you, he answered.
I smiled and we sat for another minute. The silence was interrupted by the deep roar of my belly.
Good Golly Miss Molly
by Anonymous
(A tale migrated from the Dimensions Weight Room and
slightly enhanced as part of our Story Migration Project)
by Anonymous
(A tale migrated from the Dimensions Weight Room and
slightly enhanced as part of our Story Migration Project)
"Hey, are you listening, or are you just staring at Molly's rack?"I heard Mark asking George just across the hall.*
I was just sitting down by my locker studying when I felt George's eyes heavy on my chest. My shirt was a little low cut and with my arms crossed I suddenly realized that I had a good 2 inches of my cleavage showing.* I pretended not to hear, uncrossed my arms, and busied my hands with my papers.
"Hey shut up man. Have some respect. She's a great girl, just.....very well....endowed responded George.
What can I say I was born this way. Some people make such a big deal over D cups .it can be embarrassing.
"Yea, you're telling me. Look at those knockers, man! exclaimed Mark.
That asshole. I can't stand him .especially when he talks about my body parts as if he cannot see that the rest of me is there and can hear him.
"Dude, what did I just say?! Hey man, I got to go. Catch you later"said George.
I decided that George probably is a nice guy. He just couldn't help himself so I gave him a surprise treat. I crossed my arms again when I knew he was looking and winked.He looked quite surprised as his face turned red. He walked away quickly.
This gave me a giggle which made my midsection reverberate slightly. With my crossed arms that way my belly felt like it was fat. No rolls yet, still pretty flat, just on the soft side. I had probably gained just a few pounds but that can't be an excuse. I decided to start exercising again today.
I went to the weight room wearing short mesh shorts and a top that just covered my breasts.It got hot in there and didnt feel like I had to wear a lot of clothes since no one else was usually there.
When I was putting on my shoes, I noticed that my tummy started to fold over slightly. How did my figure get this out of hand?*
"Oh well, these things happen" I consoled myself as I got on the treadmill and started jogging.
I decided that 30 minutes at 6 miles an hour should be a good workout.
I saw in the mirror in front of me that my breasts were bouncing rhythmically with my strides. There's no way I could hide them. Frankly, it was sort of exhilarating so I just kept on moving at the same speed.
I could also see that my thighs had grown slightly bigger, which made me wonder if my ass had grown, too. Maybe its worse than I had first realized.
About 6 minutes into my running session, George showed up and got on the treadmill next to me. I tried hard to hide my embarrassment.
"He's pretty cute" I thought.
My face burned and I was getting hot and tired from the exertion. Wow, I must have really let myself go! I felt so out of shape.
"A little winded there?"George asked as he squeezed my side gently, causing me to cringe in shame.
"Ha ha....(gasping breath)...a little, I guess!" I said, starting to hope that I would go ahead and die from the humiliation soon.
"Don't worry about it, tomorrow it'll be much easier for you said George nonchalantly.
He cranked his machine way up to 10 mph and ran for 10 minutes, no problem. What a guy .while I'm here running almost 1/2 as fast as he is, and I'm totally whipped.
Now George goes over to lift weights. I barely manage to finish my running.
He seems quite relaxed while giving me a swat on my butt and saying "See you tomorrow, Molly."
I notice my ass jiggling around a little after he slapped it. I'm too out of breath to protest or even say bye, so I just waved him off.
I dragged myself home and did my homework. Afterward, I ate a big dinner because I was starving. By seven oclock, I was out like a light.
The next morning, I was so sore. In the shower, I rubbed my small, but soft belly. I was amazed by my large, gravity defying breasts. When I finished showering, I decided to weigh myself. 125 pounds.
I was right I had gained five pounds. Not too bad, for 5'8" I suppose.
On the way to school I had to adjust my bra often because it seemed to have gotten too small. This caused my boobs to overflow out of the top of it.
This is just great I told myself mentally. I bet those guys will get an eyeful today and I will never head the end of it.
Sure enough, I caught George staring many times though he always turned his head quickly. I decided that I should just take the whole situation lightly since I couldnt seem to stop him from looking at me.
I ran again today with just slightly better results this time. Later on that night, I went to the movies with a bunch of my classmates. I was surprised to see George among them.
He sat down next to me, putting his big bucket of popcorn between us, encouraging me to have as much as I wanted. That was nice of him. I decided that this was a good opportunity to clear the air between us.
"Hey, George?" I asked.
"Yes?" he answered.
It was hard for me to go on but finally I did .
"Umm, I've been catching you....looking at me....often I said and was relieved to get that part over.
He seemed stunned and had apparently been caught off guard.
"Wh...what do you mean?" he floundered.
"You know, staring at my.....my chest." I asserted.
His face got beet red as he stuttered some more "Umm.....well....I..."
"Don't worry about it I said in an attempt to relax him. I just...want to know what you think of me as a person?"
"Molly, I think you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I can't get you out of my mind. By the way, I really love the way your butt has filled out lately.
"Really?? I think my butt is too big, you dont think so?" I inquired while still reeling from the shock of his revelations to me.
"No, not at all. Its perfect. You're perfect the way you are. A little...on the skinny side but other than that beautiful" he tried assure me.
"Skinny? I really have been gaining weight. Look here, I'm getting a belly" I insisted.
I pulled my shirt up to reveal my little bit of fat. He put his hand flush against my stomach and it felt so warm and relaxing.
"This is nothing to be ashamed of. You need to loosen up and just relax about all of this he assured me.
I didn't realize this until about 2 minutes after he started that he was feeding me popcorn. I didn't mind though. It was very good, salty and buttery, and my stomach had started to rumble a little anyway. In 10 minutes, I had finished the entire bucket with my stomach looking a bit rounded. George's hand still rested on it and was keeping me in a state of limbo. I was going to like this guy.
Its been three months since we've been going out and I've put on 10 pounds. I think it looks good and so does George, so its no problem. I still fit into all of my clothes even if they are snug.
"It makes you look so sexy" George is always telling me.
I still run every day and I'm in better shape than before but I feel softer. My thighs have gotten bigger and my ass is wider. My belly sticks out about an inch from where my pants fasten but doesn't hang. My breasts push, and even "pour" slightly out of the sides of my bra cups.
George left for Europe at the beginning of summer and my parents left for New England for two months. They decided to leave me with my friend Jane. Jane stands 52 tall and is a party animal who loves to drink a lot of beer. From all that beer, she weighs around 150 pounds. She doesn't seem to mind at all.
There was a party almost every night, and there were appetizing snacks galore - the munchies it gave me were a killer. I would eat massive quantities of food and then fall asleep with all of it sitting my belly. It was quickly stored as body fat.
Jane has a big appetite and I matched her meals when we ate together. I never noticed how much I was eating. I woke up one morning while Janes parents were gone for the weekend. I was in just my panties because my bra had become too constricting.
Jane was gone so I didnt see a reason to get dressed. I washed my face and then sat down in the recliner. I flipped through TV channels while scarfing down a big bowl of cereal.
Not long afterward, Jane arrived home holding a McDonald's bag. I had cleaned up and pretended not to have eaten because the smell of her lunch was driving me crazy. She pulled out her 20 piece chicken nuggets, cheeseburger, fries and drink before tossing the now empty bag away.
"Nothing for me?"I asked while giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"Nope, sorry. Looks like it wouldnt hurt you to cut back anyway there, Molly she said as she teasingly poked me in my soft flab.
"But I'm HUNGRY! And what about you?" I retorted as I poked her right back in her stomach that was bigger and softer than my own.
"Well I happen to have a good excuse she retorted.
"And whats that?" I snipped.
"I start my diet tomorrow she said smugly.
"Oh come on, please could you drive me back to McDonald's? I'm really hungry and I haven't eaten yet I pleaded.
"Oh fine. Get dressed and meet me downstairs," she sighed.
She took her cheeseburger but left her fries and 19 of her chicken nuggets. I had started to get dressed when the aroma hit my nose again. It would be okay if I took one .then I took one more, and told myself thats IT. It went on like this until I had eaten all of the nuggets and fries....in 2 minutes.
"Blast it!" I said to myself.
I came up with a brilliant plan and scattered the stuff on the floor as if the dog had come in and eaten it.Then I went downstairs, wiping away any evidence that might be left on my mouth.
We went out and I ordered myself a big meal. One Big Mac, another 20 nuggets, and 2 super-sized fries. I couldn't believe I was so hungry! I devoured the burger and the nuggets as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. I gradually managed to work my way through the fries before we got home.
I stripped to my panties again and lied down in the recliner just in time to hear Jane yell "What, where are you dog!"
Ha ha. Good times. I dozed off.
By the end of that month I had gained 10 pounds and weighed in at 145. George came home for a week before he had to leave for another month of camp. He showed up at Jane's house and looked at me in awe.
"Look how fat....I mean, sexy you've gotten, Molly!" he exclaimed.
"Fat?! Oh my, yeah, look at me.I AM a cow. I know I gained some weight, but I still....I still look good right, honey?" I implored.
"You look better than ever. Are you STILL wearing your 120 lb clothes?" George inquired.
"Barely was my sad reply.
I had on some jean cutoffs that closed so tightly that it made my belly and my love handles sag over the edge of the tight jeans.*
"Well, you're looking good. Have you been running still?" George wanted to know.
"Umm.....well, do I LOOK like I have?" I replied caustically.
"Not at all he quipped as he pinched me on my ass.
"You had better start George lectured. I don't care how fat you get, just so long as you're healthy. In fact, lets go run now."
"Umm, well, I guess. We'll go a little slow though, okay?" I coerced.
"Whatever" was his dismissal.
I got dressed in my now too-tight workout top and shorts that barely covered my ass. My boobs were oozing out of the sides of the top. It was kind of embarrassing but I thought George might like it so I wore it anyway.
After the first mile, I knew that I was in the worst shape of my life. My breasts, belly, butt, and thighs were jiggling uncontrollably. My blond hair fell over my eyes, drenched with sweat.
"George, I have to stop.......(pausing for breath)....PLEASE!" I pleaded.
He looked back and saw my body in motion, jiggling, shaking. He quickly grabbed me and took me to sit down at a nearby bench. Maybe he had to sit down too after seeing me.
"Thanks I gasped.
"You're really out of shape you know" he declared as he sat there breathing normally, "But don't diet, instead, just keep running with me."
"You....won't have to worry....about me not dieting.......with Jane's example I cant stand to be away from food.....its obvious" I answered.
George kept staring at me. He couldnt take his eyes off my heaving chest and belly. I waited another 2 minutes till I started breathing normally.
"Can we walk home now?" I asked.
"Sure sweetie" he answered as he put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked home.
When we got back to Jane's, I drank a big glass of water. I just had to have some of the lasagna that Jane had made for dinner later.
"Jane? What did you do with my Molly?"* George jokingly asked with his hand rubbing my belly while I was digging in to my lasagna.
"Do you like her? I still have a month to work with her, you know Jane winked teasingly.
I smiled.
"Well, that's fine with me, just don't kill her responded George.
"Well its not me. She's doing it herself" retorted Jane as she poked me in the side.
I smiled again and made an innocent face.
"What is that look? Sure it's cute, but you've been stuffing your face since the day you got here. I'm surprised you're not even fatter!" Jane continued.
"Well, I'm not THAT fat!" I said with a mouthful of lasagna. "I'm not as big as you are, tubby!"
I gave Jane a poke in her fat belly.
"No, but you sure are getting there she retorted.
"I'm just filling out, getting some more curves, thats all. You're just jealous because YOU don't look as good as me" I smiled, letting her know that I was kidding because she really looks great.
Meanwhile, I didn't notice that I'd finished 3/4ths of the lasagna. I grabbed a coke and chugged it down in minimal time.
"Well I'm going to go take a shower, are you going to stay here George?" I inquired.
"Yes, I'll be here he answered.
I smiled and took off upstairs. After showering, I rubbed my full belly and felt very tired. Feeling too hot to put on much more, I only dressed in my bra and panties. George was on sitting in the recliner watching the tube when I walked in.
"You're a blessing, you know that?" George flattered me.
"Well, maybe a little one I teased.
"Little? he asked as he eyed me up and down.
"Ok, so I'm a big one" I relented as I sat in his lap.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His erection could be felt pushing up against my soft ass.
"We're going to need to get you some new outfits. Look at this, your bra is digging into your back," he said while rubbing the part on my back where rolls were starting to form because of the too small bra.
Your breasts are literally pouring out of the cups he continued as he squeezed my breasts a few times, rubbing the excess breast meat that was oozing out of the sides.
"And those panties aren't holding up very well, are they?" he asked while snapping the elastic band back and it hit my soft hip flesh.*
Then my belly rumbled.
George looked surprised and asked "You must really HAVE just been eating the entire time, haven't you?"
"What can I say? I'm just a natural. Hey, will you go get me some McDonalds or Kentucky Fried Chicken or something?" I implored.
"Ehhhhh.....why not. Don't move he said while standing up.
"Don't worry, I wont." I smiled and waved as he walked out of the door with his big hard on still visible.
I felt anxious and hungry waiting on the food. To help myself relax, I took off my constricting bra. The tension caused it to fling off my body as I undid the clasp. I slipped into another pair of skimpy jean shorts.*
Feeling impatient, I got myself a bowl of chocolate cereal and put 4 waffles in the big luxury toaster. I grabbed a big bag of Doritos, smothered the waffles in peanut butter and syrup (its the best, try it!) and took it all back to the recliner.
I ate the cereal and waffles pretty quick, then munched on the Doritos. They were finished off when George walked in with both a McDonald's bag and a bucket of fried chicken.
"Molly, I'm back!" George yelled.
He walked into the living room and saw me amidst an empty bowl, plate, and an empty bag of Doritos with my big breasts out bare.
"I paid $20 for this, why'd you just waste it like by eating already? he asked.
"No, I'll eat it. I'm not THAT full I answered quickly.
It was then that I realized I WAS finally full, my belly resting onto my thighs past the end of the jean shorts.
"Well, maybe I'm pretty full, but I'll try, ok?" I backpedaled.
"Oh no, you're going to eat this all now he insisted.
"ALL of it? You can't be serious!" I yelped.
"I'm going to feed it to you if I have to George continued to insist.
I took off my uncomfortable jean shorts. I would've loved to have busted out of them but because I fastened them below my belly, it would be too painful. My stomach found a little relief after removing the shorts.
George handed me a burger. I ate it but he kept complaining that I was eating it too slow. This is pretty erotic, actually, I thought to myself.
He then handed me a super-sized order of fries. I went through them several at a time keeping my mouth always full. When I had finished, I felt so full. My belly was begging me to release the pressure.
George opened the bucket of chicken. I managed 3 legs and one thigh. I started to think that each body part of the chicken would add fat to that corresponding body part on me. All of this was followed by several chicken breasts, which I had plenty of already.
Halfway through the chicken, George realized that I was way too full. He started to feed them to me while rubbing my belly with his free hand. This part was terrific even though it was painful for my stomach.
I kept thinking that its a shame that they dont sell chicken belly meat. I mentally pictured siphoning some of the meat from the chicken breasts to my own belly.
Corn on the cob was waiting for me. I am not sure how fat it will make me but it sure is good. I smothered it with butter before mowing through it. I finally ended with 3 biscuits, also buttery and just as delicious.
"That's it, you ate it all. Good girl George said amazed.
I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror across the room, halfway in profile.
"Oh my...." I managed to whisper.
I saw all the crumbs and bits of food all over my face. My huge breasts were now dwarfed by my distended belly that also covered my jiggly thighs.
I took inventory of the empty bag of Doritos, big waffle plate, huge cereal bowl. McDonalds and fried chicken wrappers and bags covered the floor. I broke down and started to cry.*
"Look at me. I'm so FAT! I wailed.
The fact that I was crying made the word "fat" sound so cacophonous. George held me close and kissed me on the forehead.
"Don't worry, don't worry about it. I love you he consoled me as I sat there crying for 20 minutes.
I eventually fell into a deep sleep and had such a vivid dream.
. I saw myself back at 120 pounds, feeling so light and nimble. I was doing well in sports, attracting all sorts of guys. My grades were good. My whole life was good.
The dream continued with a really nice guy taking me out to dinner. He told me to order whatever I wanted. Feeling incredibly hungry, I ordered a big 16 oz. steak.
As I started eating the steak I realized that it was making me hungrier. I order another steak with a baked potato. I kept eating and eating until my belly starts to grow out. It wasnt getting full, but I'm getting fatter.
After a few steaks, I start to look like I do right now. I am still so hungry though. I keep eating more, more, and even more.
Finally my breasts bust free of their constricting barrier, as does my belly. The shirt split up and down the front to only be held together by one point between my breasts and my belly. I just continued to eat.
The people in the restaurant stare at me as I begin to yell for more food. The waiter begins stacking the food on the table. The guy who is paying just keeps smiling. It wasnt a greedy, evil smile but more of a comforting, sweet smile.
The shirt finally finishes ripping off and I burst out of my bra that the same time. My thighs break through the seams on the side of my jeans followed by my distended hips. The button pops off so hard it flies and breaks a window.
I'm sitting there in my panties, my belly pushing the table away from me. My ass is stretching the panties until they are see through. I keep eating, more and more. The waiter whispers something into my date's ear. He gets up and leaves.
The waiter tells me that they are out of food after I finish the last 5 steaks. I don't care and keep eating the steaks just as quickly as the others. A loud groan is followed by my chair buckling and breaking beneath my bulk. My panties are shredded in the fall.
Just then, my boyfriend crashes through the wall with a forklift. The prongs slide beneath my ass and he slowly starts to lift me but I can tell that the hydraulic lifts are having trouble picking me up.
The forklift turns on a dime and we back out the hole in the wall. We drive down the street, people bringing me burgers, subs, fries and cokes. I consume them all readily and finally the forklift stops at the edge of a cliff.
My boyfriend gets off and the front of the forklift, loaded with my weight, tips me over into a huge pit. I land ten feet down on a giant pile of fast food. My big body is stretched out over the entire mound of food.
Eat all of it, ALL of it! I tell myself.
*My belly, breasts and ass fill the pit so that my head is popping up out of the top. My head is still normal size with no added fat. Then I belch.
"All full!" I yell.
Then the crowd that had gathered starts to leave. Soon the place is desolate and I'm left alone. Abandoned, unable to move anything below my neck.
I am suddenly conscious of a body part. I can't identify which part exactly but it might be my belly. My belly could go under my legs and behind my head for all I know. I then feel something touching my hair, brushing it from my eyes.
"I will never leave you, Molly soothes Georges deep voice.
The dream continued with a really nice guy taking me out to dinner. He told me to order whatever I wanted. Feeling incredibly hungry, I ordered a big 16 oz. steak.
As I started eating the steak I realized that it was making me hungrier. I order another steak with a baked potato. I kept eating and eating until my belly starts to grow out. It wasnt getting full, but I'm getting fatter.
After a few steaks, I start to look like I do right now. I am still so hungry though. I keep eating more, more, and even more.
Finally my breasts bust free of their constricting barrier, as does my belly. The shirt split up and down the front to only be held together by one point between my breasts and my belly. I just continued to eat.
The people in the restaurant stare at me as I begin to yell for more food. The waiter begins stacking the food on the table. The guy who is paying just keeps smiling. It wasnt a greedy, evil smile but more of a comforting, sweet smile.
The shirt finally finishes ripping off and I burst out of my bra that the same time. My thighs break through the seams on the side of my jeans followed by my distended hips. The button pops off so hard it flies and breaks a window.
I'm sitting there in my panties, my belly pushing the table away from me. My ass is stretching the panties until they are see through. I keep eating, more and more. The waiter whispers something into my date's ear. He gets up and leaves.
The waiter tells me that they are out of food after I finish the last 5 steaks. I don't care and keep eating the steaks just as quickly as the others. A loud groan is followed by my chair buckling and breaking beneath my bulk. My panties are shredded in the fall.
Just then, my boyfriend crashes through the wall with a forklift. The prongs slide beneath my ass and he slowly starts to lift me but I can tell that the hydraulic lifts are having trouble picking me up.
The forklift turns on a dime and we back out the hole in the wall. We drive down the street, people bringing me burgers, subs, fries and cokes. I consume them all readily and finally the forklift stops at the edge of a cliff.
My boyfriend gets off and the front of the forklift, loaded with my weight, tips me over into a huge pit. I land ten feet down on a giant pile of fast food. My big body is stretched out over the entire mound of food.
Eat all of it, ALL of it! I tell myself.
*My belly, breasts and ass fill the pit so that my head is popping up out of the top. My head is still normal size with no added fat. Then I belch.
"All full!" I yell.
Then the crowd that had gathered starts to leave. Soon the place is desolate and I'm left alone. Abandoned, unable to move anything below my neck.
I am suddenly conscious of a body part. I can't identify which part exactly but it might be my belly. My belly could go under my legs and behind my head for all I know. I then feel something touching my hair, brushing it from my eyes.
"I will never leave you, Molly soothes Georges deep voice.
I woke up.
"I will never leave you, Molly" George whispers into my ear again, still holding me.
"George, what time is it?" I asked confused.
"9:30 he replied.
"I've been asleep for 6 hours?!" I asked surprised.
"Yes, have I told you how beautiful you are?" George inquired.
"And you sat here the entire time with all of my weight on you?" I asked still amazed.
"I told you, I will never leave you, he answered.
I smiled and we sat for another minute. The silence was interrupted by the deep roar of my belly.
