USBBW, Romance, Extreme Eating, Weight Formula, Explicit ~Sex, Squashing, ~XWG - Getting involved with a fat family has predtctable results
Over the years, he dated some big women, unconcerned with the opinions of his peers or the ridicule they hurled at him because of his tastes.
Each year, as he became more discriminating in his tastes for women of size, he found himself strangely frustrated. He wanted a woman who revelled in her fatness; who wanted to share every beautiful, rolling pound with an eager lover. What he found were either women who utterly let themselves go (becoming undesirable slobs in the process) or women who wore their fat as though it was a curse (becoming neurotically unattractive).
He began to believe that his search for a fat woman to call his own was all in vain. In one last, desperate attempt to find his dream, he left his rural northern town and moved down south, where big women were supposed to abound.
He settled in a small town in southern Georgia. His initial reconnaissance had proved favorable, since the town was renowned for its pork barbecue and fried chicken. He got a job selling cars and began his hunt. At first, he found only women with the same uncaring attitude or insecurities that he'd been confronted with up north.
Then, almost as if by magic, the yearly food fair took place. He went there to scout out the booths and to see if the woman of his dreams was there. He tried the wares at a few and then spied a fat, older couple working at a grill. Between them, they looked to be packing on about 800 pounds, with the lion's share of the weight belonging to the woman. She wore a tight fitting apron that barely served to cover the vast expanse of flesh that swelled up behind it. Her blouse was sticking to her sweaty torso, showing every rolling bulge as she turned a rack of ribs over and called out to the tent behind her. She waddled over, straining her jeans to capacity with every step, opened the flap and motioned for someone to come out.
The woman who emerged was so startlingly beautiful that he was dumbfounded. She had long, brunette hair, big round eyes, nice full lips, and was packing about 150 pounds into her skintight t-shirt and jeans. She bit into a piece of sausage as she walked over and began to help with the grill. She looked to be in her early twenties, had tits the size of grapefruits and an ass to match.
As he stared toward the booth, the big woman laughingly scolded her for eating when she was supposed to be working. She answered, "Sorry, Mom. But you know I'm always hungry."
He watched her working the grill for many long minutes. Every move she made was like poetry, every curve of her body was like a waking dream. He was startled out of his reverie, however, when he noticed that she was staring directly back at him. He diverted his gaze, trying to regain his composure and pretending that he hadn't been gawking. When his eyes eventually turned back in her direction, she was still staring at him, but with a slight grin on her face. He looked away again and walked over to the booth beside him, ordering a plate of ribs.
He sat there for some while, lost in his own dilemma. What was it about this woman that struck him so forcefully? True, she was beautiful, but by his standards she was next-door to anemic. Was he losing his love for fat? He decided not. Actually it was the entire scenario that struck him - she had potential. He was imagining what she would look like if she swelled up to her mother's girth, or even larger. The thought washed over him like a warm breeze. He had to talk to her. He had to see what she was really like. Stern and confident with his newfound resolution, he paid for his platter and turned toward the beauty's booth. Before he'd made a single step, he found himself frozen in place. She was standing right there in front of him.
"Johnny's ribs her are pretty good," she said, pointing to the table beside him, "but if you want the best, then you ought to follow me." She turned and walked away, switching her full hips slightly as she did. She looked back over her shoulder and he followed like a dog on a leash.
When he arrived at the booth, she said, "Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Bill Franklin. He's new in town." Her voice was smooth and disarming.
He was so startled that he almost didn't take her father's chubby hand as it was offered.
He shook and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Henderson, Mrs. Henderson."
Luckily, he'd noticed the name on the banner while he was walking over. The fat woman smiled, offered her sweaty hand and examined him with scrutiny.
"Katy hasn't mentioned you Bill, how long have you been in town?" she asked.
"Not long, ma'am," he answered. "But I'm here to stay. This is my kind of place."
After a few more sociable questions, her mother seemed to warm up to him and even offered him a sandwich. He said that he'd just eaten, but she seemingly ignored his comment and handed it to him. The woman he now knew as Katy grabbed her own sandwich and said that she was going to find a table and share some lunch with Bill. Her parents gave their nod of approval, told her to hurry back, and the were on their way.
"You handled that pretty good back there." she said. "I like a man who's quick on his feet."
He smiled and looked into her light brown eyes. "Well, I'm not so quick that I can't be caught at a disadvantage. It's a pleasure to meet you, Katy."
"The pleasure's mutual," she added. "As far as your disadvantage goes, news travels fast when a good-looking man moves into this town, and when I notice that he's looking at me, I act fast. Around here, if you snooze you loose."
He loved her candor and her blunt, sensual tone. He watched as she took a big bite out of her sandwich, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. When she opened her eyes, she stared into his.
"You like big women, don't you?"
He was struck mute.
"I noticed that you weren't just staring at me, you were giving my mother the eyeballs too, and if she isn't a big woman, I don't know who is."
His voice broke like some pubescent boy, but he finally answered "Yes, I do like a fat woman."
She coughed up a laugh and said, "Not many men are comfortable admitting it that way. They call the woman big-boned, large, even "roomy", but seldom just plain "fat". What makes you so bold?"
"Well," he answered, "I'm usually not. I think it's just you."
She smile broadly. "And what is it about me that you find so inspiring?"
"Ah, fishing for compliments?" he asked, feeling a bit more sure of himself. "Well you've got all the right bait. You're amazingly attractive, you have a luscious voice, you walk like a woman should, and you're definitely not shy."
"I'm also not that fat," she added.
He gave her a loaded smile and said, "You've got more than enough to keep things interesting, and I'm not so greedy."
"Hmmmm. You're not too shy when you get started, are you?." she said and paused. "But you do say almost all the right things. Actually, I don't know if I like you."
She sat for a moment, took another bite of her sandwich and then reached into her bra. She pulled out a piece of butcher paper with a phone number written on it. It was moist with sweat. "There's only one way to make sure. Call me."
Without adding a word, she got up, took what was left of her sandwich and headed back to the booth. As he watched her shimmy away, he lifted the paper to his nose and took in a deep breath. She smelled like barbecue, he thought with a smile.
Later that week, she was in his bedroom, standing topless before him. He knelt before her, gazing upward at her face between two pillowy breasts. He grabbed her full hips, pulling down on them so that they separated from the soft flesh of her waist. He reached down and undid the zipper of her cut-off jeans, watching as her plump belly popped free. She leaned over, rubbing her pendulous mams against his head, breathing heavily as she rubbed his shoulders.
He peeled off her shorts and panties, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair. He sunk his face into it and pushed her backwards onto the bed. Her legs spread wide as he tongued her clit. She let out a guttural moan and grabbed his head, pulling it firmly against her. After she'd come twice, he stood up and pulled down his pants, his bulging erection springing free and bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart. His dick slid past the sopping lips of her pussy and drove deep within her. He felt an orgasm coming, but fought it off. He was going to relish this woman, fondle her, lose himself in the softness of her flesh.
Hours later, she was sucking him into his fourth erection. He'd come so much that his balls were aching, but he couldn't resist the soft touch of her lips and the warm embrace of her tongue as it circled against the burning red head of his penis. She took his stiff rod and held it firmly between her sweaty tits. She raised up slowly and then pushed down, sucking on the head as it peeked out from between her breasts. As he lay there, lost in her sensual embrace, he knew that he must do whatever it took to keep this woman at his side.
The next day, he went to visit her at her parent's restaurant. She was sitting at the counter, hungrily plowing her way through a plate of ribs. When she noticed him, she motioned for him to come join her, licking sauce from her lips.
"Hey, Mom," she said, "Bill's here and he looks hungry. Would you make him a number seven?"
Her mother grinned, nodded at Bill, and disappeared through the kitchen door.
Katy leaned over toward me and whispered, "I don't know what you did to me last night, but I've been starving all day. I just can't seem to get full!"
He looked down and could see that she was telling the truth. Her belly was so swollen from her attempts to satiate herself that she'd had to undo the button on her shorts to relieve some of the pressure.
"I love the fact that you can't get full." he whispered back. "It means that, soon, there'll be more of you to love."
"Oh, you have no shame!" she said, grinning at him. "Are you saying that I'm not enough woman for you?"
"Certainly not!" he answered. "But I'm just being realistic. If your parent's are any indication, then it's just a matter of time anyway. This is just my way of letting you know that I don't mind."
"Pshaw, you're not fooling me," she replied. "You go beyond 'not minding', you hope I'll get bigger. I can see it in your beady little beautiful eyes."
Bill laughed under his breath. "Is that so bad?" he asked.
"No." she said, turning her attention to the last rib on her plate. "It's just that you'd better be careful what you ask for or you might get it. I come from a long line of big folks."
A voice spoke from the kitchen window. "If you two aren't careful, people might start thinking that you're a pair of lovebirds!" her mother said. She disappeared and then reappeared through the doorway. She handed me a plate of ribs and said, "Enjoy."
"Momma, where's mine?" Katy asked loudly.
"Gazooks girl!" her father's voiced boomed from the kitchen. "Have you got a tapeworm or somethin'? You ain't stopped eatin' since you got here!"
"I can't help it poppa, I take after you and ma!"
His laughter came from the kitchen as Katy looked at my plate and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just hungry, that's all."
Bill's dick started swelling up in his pants, still sore from the night before. He thought of the woman Katy might become with such an appetite - and he liked the thought.
Her mother looked at him knowingly and then turned to the window. "Jed, stop being an old fool," she said. "Fix the girl something to eat!"
Jed's voice came back. "I'm already workin' on it!"
Over the next few weeks, Katy's appetite remained insatiable and her continual gluttony began manifesting itself. Her tits began bulging prominently from over her bra cups; her legs, belly and ass were ludicrously straining her shorts to capacity. Bill was ecstatic. Meanwhile, Katy was acting as if nothing was happening. She knew she was getting fatter, but wasn't worried about it. She had man who appreciated her and that was all that mattered.
"What are you going to do if I get as fat as my mother?" she asked him one day as they were lying together in bed.
"Well, I'd enjoy you...and I'd probably try to get you even fatter," he answered.
"Seriously?" she gasped.
"Count on it." he said gloatingly. "You could never get too fat for me."
"Oh, my!" she said pretentiously. "What if I get so fat that I can't even walk?"
"I'd drive you around so you wuldn't have to worry about it." he answered quickly.
"Wow! What about clothes?" she said as she laughed.
"I'll find ones that fit," he said, "Even if I had to have them made."
"Jeez. You really mean it, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you going to make me regret falling in love with you?"
"Only if you'll regret getting to eat whatever you want, as much as you want, whenever you want."
"Wow, Bill. Remember when you said you're not a greedy man?"
"Well, chalk that up as the only lie I'll ever tell you. When it comes to you, I can't help but be greedy."
"Good, that's how I like my man."
She showed her appreciation by continuing to grow. After they'd been dating for a few short months, an entirely new wardrobe had to be bought to accommodate her expansion. Her loose clothes got tight, and her tight clothes became unwearable. Bill loved the fact that she still wore shorts, even though her legs were beginning to show some 'thigh cheese'. Katy also continued to wear tight shirts, which merely served to accentuate her increasing girth.
Meanwhile, her mother and father seemed almost proud of every pound she gained as she followed in their own, fat footsteps. After a while, though, her weight leveled off at about 200 pounds. She stayed at that weight, seemingly unaffected by all the food she consumed. Katy's father noticed Bill's frustration at the turn of events and talked about him in private one day.
"Bill, my boy. I know exactly how you're feeling." he said, as he lit his pipe.
"Mr. Henderson?" Bill asked.
The big man chuckled softly, "Oh, there's no use hiding it from me. I've been loving a fat woman for over twenty years now and I know when I see a man who likes 'em that way. I know that you want to be careful, since she's my daughter and all, but I'm only bringing it up so that I can give you some good advice. I like you Bill. You make my little girl happy and you treat her fine."
"Well, thank you sir, I just don't know what to say." he said, half embarrassed.
"Don't say nothin', just sit there and listen. When I was courtin' Katy's mother, many years ago, I ran into the same situation that you're in now. I wondered why the woman had stopped gaining weight all of the sudden. It seemed like, no matter what I did, she wouldn't gain an ounce. I bought her cakes an' any other thing I could think of that might have helped her grow, but she wouldn't budge an ounce.
"Want to know what I did? Sure you do. I made an honest woman out of her. We got hitched. Within a month, that woman was puttin' on the weight like it was her life's mission. After she got pregnant with Katy, she actually got a whole lot bigger that she is right now - that's another story. But a woman can only carry that much weight for so long y'know. Still, for a while there, I had the biggest woman in the state for my wife. Are you gettin' my point?"
"Yes sir, I'm getting it. Thanks."
"Good boy. You won't be sorry."
Three months later, Bill and Katy became man and wife. At their wedding reception, Katy ate so much wedding cake that she almost popped a stitch on her dress. For the honeymoon, the two drove out to Las Vegas to celebrate. All along the way, Katy insisted on stopping at every restaurant that looked interesting. At each one, she ate like there was no tomorrow, filling herself with platter after platter of fattening selections.
Because of their constant stops, it took them over a week to reach Vegas. By the time they made it to their first casino, every outfit that Katy had brought was being strained to capacity. After two more weeks of vacationing, endless sex, and eating, she had to start buying new clothes. On the way back home, they stopped at many of the restaurants that they hadn't hit on the way out so that Katy could continue her gluttonous feast.
Bill was elated as he watched his budding bride's unfettered appetite proclaim itself in newly swollen rolls of flesh. Her distended belly ballooned up to new, jiggling proportions. Her tits grew outward and downward, stretching her aureole as they did. Her legs and arms piled on new layers of delicious, fatty tissue. Bill drew even greater satisfaction in knowing that this was only the beginning of Katy's true potential.
They got back to their home in Georgia and Katy returned to work at the restaurant sporting almost twenty new pounds of 'honeymoon fat'. With her new poundage came newfound pride since she was getting to do what few, if any, of her friends would never be able to - eat all she wanted without losing her man's appreciation. In fact it was even better than that since, with every inch and pound she gained, he appreciated her that much more. As the days continued to pass, her appetite continued to grow and her restraint became a memory.
Her parents accommodated her vigorous appetite by feeding their "growing girl" like never before. They always ate lunch together and they would invariably load Katy's plate with piles of fat laden pork. As the weeks rolled by, they started giving Katy second servings. The servings got larger until, soon, they turned into second plates. Plates turned into platters and Katy's lunch break got longer and longer until it seemed that all she did at the restaurant was eat.
At home, it was no different. Snacks had turned into meals and meals into great binges. She'd walk into the house with boxes of food and proceed to empty their contents into her eagerly awaiting belly. Bill usually added to the festivities by spoon-feeding her piles of ice cream and slices of cake for desert. He'd feed her until she said she couldn't take anymore and would then coax her into another serving or two by eating her pussy while she stuffed herself. By their third month of marriage, the 300 pound mark was fast approaching and Katy was showing no signs of slowing down.
The continuing demands of Katy's unrelenting appetite, coupled with the constant encouragement of Bill and her parents, resulted in substantial gains. After only eight months of marriage, she had crested the 400 pound mark and was nearly as large as her mother. It filled Bill with pleasure and pride to know that, in just a little over a year, his wife had added over an eighth of a ton of fat to her body.
*******
Katy: A Fattening Story
by The Studio
by The Studio
Over the years, he dated some big women, unconcerned with the opinions of his peers or the ridicule they hurled at him because of his tastes.
Each year, as he became more discriminating in his tastes for women of size, he found himself strangely frustrated. He wanted a woman who revelled in her fatness; who wanted to share every beautiful, rolling pound with an eager lover. What he found were either women who utterly let themselves go (becoming undesirable slobs in the process) or women who wore their fat as though it was a curse (becoming neurotically unattractive).
He began to believe that his search for a fat woman to call his own was all in vain. In one last, desperate attempt to find his dream, he left his rural northern town and moved down south, where big women were supposed to abound.
He settled in a small town in southern Georgia. His initial reconnaissance had proved favorable, since the town was renowned for its pork barbecue and fried chicken. He got a job selling cars and began his hunt. At first, he found only women with the same uncaring attitude or insecurities that he'd been confronted with up north.
Then, almost as if by magic, the yearly food fair took place. He went there to scout out the booths and to see if the woman of his dreams was there. He tried the wares at a few and then spied a fat, older couple working at a grill. Between them, they looked to be packing on about 800 pounds, with the lion's share of the weight belonging to the woman. She wore a tight fitting apron that barely served to cover the vast expanse of flesh that swelled up behind it. Her blouse was sticking to her sweaty torso, showing every rolling bulge as she turned a rack of ribs over and called out to the tent behind her. She waddled over, straining her jeans to capacity with every step, opened the flap and motioned for someone to come out.
The woman who emerged was so startlingly beautiful that he was dumbfounded. She had long, brunette hair, big round eyes, nice full lips, and was packing about 150 pounds into her skintight t-shirt and jeans. She bit into a piece of sausage as she walked over and began to help with the grill. She looked to be in her early twenties, had tits the size of grapefruits and an ass to match.
As he stared toward the booth, the big woman laughingly scolded her for eating when she was supposed to be working. She answered, "Sorry, Mom. But you know I'm always hungry."
He watched her working the grill for many long minutes. Every move she made was like poetry, every curve of her body was like a waking dream. He was startled out of his reverie, however, when he noticed that she was staring directly back at him. He diverted his gaze, trying to regain his composure and pretending that he hadn't been gawking. When his eyes eventually turned back in her direction, she was still staring at him, but with a slight grin on her face. He looked away again and walked over to the booth beside him, ordering a plate of ribs.
He sat there for some while, lost in his own dilemma. What was it about this woman that struck him so forcefully? True, she was beautiful, but by his standards she was next-door to anemic. Was he losing his love for fat? He decided not. Actually it was the entire scenario that struck him - she had potential. He was imagining what she would look like if she swelled up to her mother's girth, or even larger. The thought washed over him like a warm breeze. He had to talk to her. He had to see what she was really like. Stern and confident with his newfound resolution, he paid for his platter and turned toward the beauty's booth. Before he'd made a single step, he found himself frozen in place. She was standing right there in front of him.
"Johnny's ribs her are pretty good," she said, pointing to the table beside him, "but if you want the best, then you ought to follow me." She turned and walked away, switching her full hips slightly as she did. She looked back over her shoulder and he followed like a dog on a leash.
When he arrived at the booth, she said, "Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Bill Franklin. He's new in town." Her voice was smooth and disarming.
He was so startled that he almost didn't take her father's chubby hand as it was offered.
He shook and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Henderson, Mrs. Henderson."
Luckily, he'd noticed the name on the banner while he was walking over. The fat woman smiled, offered her sweaty hand and examined him with scrutiny.
"Katy hasn't mentioned you Bill, how long have you been in town?" she asked.
"Not long, ma'am," he answered. "But I'm here to stay. This is my kind of place."
After a few more sociable questions, her mother seemed to warm up to him and even offered him a sandwich. He said that he'd just eaten, but she seemingly ignored his comment and handed it to him. The woman he now knew as Katy grabbed her own sandwich and said that she was going to find a table and share some lunch with Bill. Her parents gave their nod of approval, told her to hurry back, and the were on their way.
"You handled that pretty good back there." she said. "I like a man who's quick on his feet."
He smiled and looked into her light brown eyes. "Well, I'm not so quick that I can't be caught at a disadvantage. It's a pleasure to meet you, Katy."
"The pleasure's mutual," she added. "As far as your disadvantage goes, news travels fast when a good-looking man moves into this town, and when I notice that he's looking at me, I act fast. Around here, if you snooze you loose."
He loved her candor and her blunt, sensual tone. He watched as she took a big bite out of her sandwich, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. When she opened her eyes, she stared into his.
"You like big women, don't you?"
He was struck mute.
"I noticed that you weren't just staring at me, you were giving my mother the eyeballs too, and if she isn't a big woman, I don't know who is."
His voice broke like some pubescent boy, but he finally answered "Yes, I do like a fat woman."
She coughed up a laugh and said, "Not many men are comfortable admitting it that way. They call the woman big-boned, large, even "roomy", but seldom just plain "fat". What makes you so bold?"
"Well," he answered, "I'm usually not. I think it's just you."
She smile broadly. "And what is it about me that you find so inspiring?"
"Ah, fishing for compliments?" he asked, feeling a bit more sure of himself. "Well you've got all the right bait. You're amazingly attractive, you have a luscious voice, you walk like a woman should, and you're definitely not shy."
"I'm also not that fat," she added.
He gave her a loaded smile and said, "You've got more than enough to keep things interesting, and I'm not so greedy."
"Hmmmm. You're not too shy when you get started, are you?." she said and paused. "But you do say almost all the right things. Actually, I don't know if I like you."
She sat for a moment, took another bite of her sandwich and then reached into her bra. She pulled out a piece of butcher paper with a phone number written on it. It was moist with sweat. "There's only one way to make sure. Call me."
Without adding a word, she got up, took what was left of her sandwich and headed back to the booth. As he watched her shimmy away, he lifted the paper to his nose and took in a deep breath. She smelled like barbecue, he thought with a smile.
Later that week, she was in his bedroom, standing topless before him. He knelt before her, gazing upward at her face between two pillowy breasts. He grabbed her full hips, pulling down on them so that they separated from the soft flesh of her waist. He reached down and undid the zipper of her cut-off jeans, watching as her plump belly popped free. She leaned over, rubbing her pendulous mams against his head, breathing heavily as she rubbed his shoulders.
He peeled off her shorts and panties, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair. He sunk his face into it and pushed her backwards onto the bed. Her legs spread wide as he tongued her clit. She let out a guttural moan and grabbed his head, pulling it firmly against her. After she'd come twice, he stood up and pulled down his pants, his bulging erection springing free and bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart. His dick slid past the sopping lips of her pussy and drove deep within her. He felt an orgasm coming, but fought it off. He was going to relish this woman, fondle her, lose himself in the softness of her flesh.
Hours later, she was sucking him into his fourth erection. He'd come so much that his balls were aching, but he couldn't resist the soft touch of her lips and the warm embrace of her tongue as it circled against the burning red head of his penis. She took his stiff rod and held it firmly between her sweaty tits. She raised up slowly and then pushed down, sucking on the head as it peeked out from between her breasts. As he lay there, lost in her sensual embrace, he knew that he must do whatever it took to keep this woman at his side.
The next day, he went to visit her at her parent's restaurant. She was sitting at the counter, hungrily plowing her way through a plate of ribs. When she noticed him, she motioned for him to come join her, licking sauce from her lips.
"Hey, Mom," she said, "Bill's here and he looks hungry. Would you make him a number seven?"
Her mother grinned, nodded at Bill, and disappeared through the kitchen door.
Katy leaned over toward me and whispered, "I don't know what you did to me last night, but I've been starving all day. I just can't seem to get full!"
He looked down and could see that she was telling the truth. Her belly was so swollen from her attempts to satiate herself that she'd had to undo the button on her shorts to relieve some of the pressure.
"I love the fact that you can't get full." he whispered back. "It means that, soon, there'll be more of you to love."
"Oh, you have no shame!" she said, grinning at him. "Are you saying that I'm not enough woman for you?"
"Certainly not!" he answered. "But I'm just being realistic. If your parent's are any indication, then it's just a matter of time anyway. This is just my way of letting you know that I don't mind."
"Pshaw, you're not fooling me," she replied. "You go beyond 'not minding', you hope I'll get bigger. I can see it in your beady little beautiful eyes."
Bill laughed under his breath. "Is that so bad?" he asked.
"No." she said, turning her attention to the last rib on her plate. "It's just that you'd better be careful what you ask for or you might get it. I come from a long line of big folks."
A voice spoke from the kitchen window. "If you two aren't careful, people might start thinking that you're a pair of lovebirds!" her mother said. She disappeared and then reappeared through the doorway. She handed me a plate of ribs and said, "Enjoy."
"Momma, where's mine?" Katy asked loudly.
"Gazooks girl!" her father's voiced boomed from the kitchen. "Have you got a tapeworm or somethin'? You ain't stopped eatin' since you got here!"
"I can't help it poppa, I take after you and ma!"
His laughter came from the kitchen as Katy looked at my plate and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just hungry, that's all."
Bill's dick started swelling up in his pants, still sore from the night before. He thought of the woman Katy might become with such an appetite - and he liked the thought.
Her mother looked at him knowingly and then turned to the window. "Jed, stop being an old fool," she said. "Fix the girl something to eat!"
Jed's voice came back. "I'm already workin' on it!"
Over the next few weeks, Katy's appetite remained insatiable and her continual gluttony began manifesting itself. Her tits began bulging prominently from over her bra cups; her legs, belly and ass were ludicrously straining her shorts to capacity. Bill was ecstatic. Meanwhile, Katy was acting as if nothing was happening. She knew she was getting fatter, but wasn't worried about it. She had man who appreciated her and that was all that mattered.
"What are you going to do if I get as fat as my mother?" she asked him one day as they were lying together in bed.
"Well, I'd enjoy you...and I'd probably try to get you even fatter," he answered.
"Seriously?" she gasped.
"Count on it." he said gloatingly. "You could never get too fat for me."
"Oh, my!" she said pretentiously. "What if I get so fat that I can't even walk?"
"I'd drive you around so you wuldn't have to worry about it." he answered quickly.
"Wow! What about clothes?" she said as she laughed.
"I'll find ones that fit," he said, "Even if I had to have them made."
"Jeez. You really mean it, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Are you going to make me regret falling in love with you?"
"Only if you'll regret getting to eat whatever you want, as much as you want, whenever you want."
"Wow, Bill. Remember when you said you're not a greedy man?"
"Well, chalk that up as the only lie I'll ever tell you. When it comes to you, I can't help but be greedy."
"Good, that's how I like my man."
She showed her appreciation by continuing to grow. After they'd been dating for a few short months, an entirely new wardrobe had to be bought to accommodate her expansion. Her loose clothes got tight, and her tight clothes became unwearable. Bill loved the fact that she still wore shorts, even though her legs were beginning to show some 'thigh cheese'. Katy also continued to wear tight shirts, which merely served to accentuate her increasing girth.
Meanwhile, her mother and father seemed almost proud of every pound she gained as she followed in their own, fat footsteps. After a while, though, her weight leveled off at about 200 pounds. She stayed at that weight, seemingly unaffected by all the food she consumed. Katy's father noticed Bill's frustration at the turn of events and talked about him in private one day.
"Bill, my boy. I know exactly how you're feeling." he said, as he lit his pipe.
"Mr. Henderson?" Bill asked.
The big man chuckled softly, "Oh, there's no use hiding it from me. I've been loving a fat woman for over twenty years now and I know when I see a man who likes 'em that way. I know that you want to be careful, since she's my daughter and all, but I'm only bringing it up so that I can give you some good advice. I like you Bill. You make my little girl happy and you treat her fine."
"Well, thank you sir, I just don't know what to say." he said, half embarrassed.
"Don't say nothin', just sit there and listen. When I was courtin' Katy's mother, many years ago, I ran into the same situation that you're in now. I wondered why the woman had stopped gaining weight all of the sudden. It seemed like, no matter what I did, she wouldn't gain an ounce. I bought her cakes an' any other thing I could think of that might have helped her grow, but she wouldn't budge an ounce.
"Want to know what I did? Sure you do. I made an honest woman out of her. We got hitched. Within a month, that woman was puttin' on the weight like it was her life's mission. After she got pregnant with Katy, she actually got a whole lot bigger that she is right now - that's another story. But a woman can only carry that much weight for so long y'know. Still, for a while there, I had the biggest woman in the state for my wife. Are you gettin' my point?"
"Yes sir, I'm getting it. Thanks."
"Good boy. You won't be sorry."
Three months later, Bill and Katy became man and wife. At their wedding reception, Katy ate so much wedding cake that she almost popped a stitch on her dress. For the honeymoon, the two drove out to Las Vegas to celebrate. All along the way, Katy insisted on stopping at every restaurant that looked interesting. At each one, she ate like there was no tomorrow, filling herself with platter after platter of fattening selections.
Because of their constant stops, it took them over a week to reach Vegas. By the time they made it to their first casino, every outfit that Katy had brought was being strained to capacity. After two more weeks of vacationing, endless sex, and eating, she had to start buying new clothes. On the way back home, they stopped at many of the restaurants that they hadn't hit on the way out so that Katy could continue her gluttonous feast.
Bill was elated as he watched his budding bride's unfettered appetite proclaim itself in newly swollen rolls of flesh. Her distended belly ballooned up to new, jiggling proportions. Her tits grew outward and downward, stretching her aureole as they did. Her legs and arms piled on new layers of delicious, fatty tissue. Bill drew even greater satisfaction in knowing that this was only the beginning of Katy's true potential.
They got back to their home in Georgia and Katy returned to work at the restaurant sporting almost twenty new pounds of 'honeymoon fat'. With her new poundage came newfound pride since she was getting to do what few, if any, of her friends would never be able to - eat all she wanted without losing her man's appreciation. In fact it was even better than that since, with every inch and pound she gained, he appreciated her that much more. As the days continued to pass, her appetite continued to grow and her restraint became a memory.
Her parents accommodated her vigorous appetite by feeding their "growing girl" like never before. They always ate lunch together and they would invariably load Katy's plate with piles of fat laden pork. As the weeks rolled by, they started giving Katy second servings. The servings got larger until, soon, they turned into second plates. Plates turned into platters and Katy's lunch break got longer and longer until it seemed that all she did at the restaurant was eat.
At home, it was no different. Snacks had turned into meals and meals into great binges. She'd walk into the house with boxes of food and proceed to empty their contents into her eagerly awaiting belly. Bill usually added to the festivities by spoon-feeding her piles of ice cream and slices of cake for desert. He'd feed her until she said she couldn't take anymore and would then coax her into another serving or two by eating her pussy while she stuffed herself. By their third month of marriage, the 300 pound mark was fast approaching and Katy was showing no signs of slowing down.
The continuing demands of Katy's unrelenting appetite, coupled with the constant encouragement of Bill and her parents, resulted in substantial gains. After only eight months of marriage, she had crested the 400 pound mark and was nearly as large as her mother. It filled Bill with pleasure and pride to know that, in just a little over a year, his wife had added over an eighth of a ton of fat to her body.
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