~BBW, ~Sex, ~MWG - featuring fan mail from one of the most interesting infomercials ever
Author's intro: What if late night TV informercials sold feeding machines? Write your own letters to Pow'R'Pump'R™'! Think of a cross between an informercial testimonial and a Penthouse letter, plus obesity... Scx
Dear Pow’R’Pump’R™,
You know how these things go. I never thought I would need something like this, but my feeder husband and I were getting desperate. I had reached a plateau at only 350 pounds, and although my breasts were hanging to my bellybutton and all my sweatpants straining at the seams, somehow I just couldn’t get any fatter. We tried everything! We were spending all our money on exotic dinners and delivery pizza, but it seems I just couldn’t get any fatter.
After a long evening stuffing session, I was left there lying in a heap of my own sweaty flab, wishing there was more of it, more of me. Then, like magic, came your commercial for the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ on the late show and it was like a light bulb came on. I wrote down the number and called it right then!
The lady who took my call was very polite, and from her wheezing breathing it was pretty clear she wasn’t just a saleslady but a happy user of the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ as well. I chose the six easy payments plan and gave her my credit card number, and it was that easy. Three days later it was on my doorstep!
My husband was on a business trip that week, and I wanted to give him a big surprise when he came back, so I set up the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ by myself. It was so easy! I loaded up the tank, put the tube into my mouth, and turned it on. And it turned me on! It hummed and buzzed and vibrated gently while steadily forcing the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ Bloat’O’Gel™ down the tube and straight to my belly. I just sat there and sucked and swallowed for hours. Finally, when my poor little clit was aching from my dozen orgasms and my tummy straining at the extra overload inside, I turned it off and staggered off to bed, where I fell asleep, cradling my belly in my fat arms.
The next morning I noticed how much more of a struggle it was to get out of bed. The Bloat’O’Gel™ worked great! I didn’t even bother getting dressed – I just walked into the living room, reloaded the tank, put the tube back down my throat, and turned it on again.
The next day I couldn’t even tie my bathrobe over my stomach anymore. The day after that I couldn’t get out of bed at all. Fortunately that afternoon my hubby came home to twice the wife he’d left behind. I could tell he liked it – He attacked me, took me, and screwed me like a ten-buck hooker, over and over again.
Now he just can’t get enough of me. He doesn’t go on business trips anymore. He just stays home and refills the tank for me. I’m swelling up like a balloon. I can’t walk except with a special sling for my belly. My butt has to be squashed through doorways now. I’m well on my way to happy immobility.
Thank you, Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™!!!
Cynthia
Pierre, South Dakota
PS – I don’t know how much I weigh! I broke the scale!! ;-)
Letters To Pow'R'Pump'R™
by ~Scx
by ~Scx
Author's intro: What if late night TV informercials sold feeding machines? Write your own letters to Pow'R'Pump'R™'! Think of a cross between an informercial testimonial and a Penthouse letter, plus obesity... Scx
Dear Pow’R’Pump’R™,
You know how these things go. I never thought I would need something like this, but my feeder husband and I were getting desperate. I had reached a plateau at only 350 pounds, and although my breasts were hanging to my bellybutton and all my sweatpants straining at the seams, somehow I just couldn’t get any fatter. We tried everything! We were spending all our money on exotic dinners and delivery pizza, but it seems I just couldn’t get any fatter.
After a long evening stuffing session, I was left there lying in a heap of my own sweaty flab, wishing there was more of it, more of me. Then, like magic, came your commercial for the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ on the late show and it was like a light bulb came on. I wrote down the number and called it right then!
The lady who took my call was very polite, and from her wheezing breathing it was pretty clear she wasn’t just a saleslady but a happy user of the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ as well. I chose the six easy payments plan and gave her my credit card number, and it was that easy. Three days later it was on my doorstep!
My husband was on a business trip that week, and I wanted to give him a big surprise when he came back, so I set up the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ by myself. It was so easy! I loaded up the tank, put the tube into my mouth, and turned it on. And it turned me on! It hummed and buzzed and vibrated gently while steadily forcing the Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™ Bloat’O’Gel™ down the tube and straight to my belly. I just sat there and sucked and swallowed for hours. Finally, when my poor little clit was aching from my dozen orgasms and my tummy straining at the extra overload inside, I turned it off and staggered off to bed, where I fell asleep, cradling my belly in my fat arms.
The next morning I noticed how much more of a struggle it was to get out of bed. The Bloat’O’Gel™ worked great! I didn’t even bother getting dressed – I just walked into the living room, reloaded the tank, put the tube back down my throat, and turned it on again.
The next day I couldn’t even tie my bathrobe over my stomach anymore. The day after that I couldn’t get out of bed at all. Fortunately that afternoon my hubby came home to twice the wife he’d left behind. I could tell he liked it – He attacked me, took me, and screwed me like a ten-buck hooker, over and over again.
Now he just can’t get enough of me. He doesn’t go on business trips anymore. He just stays home and refills the tank for me. I’m swelling up like a balloon. I can’t walk except with a special sling for my belly. My butt has to be squashed through doorways now. I’m well on my way to happy immobility.
Thank you, Pow’R’Pump’R 3000™!!!
Cynthia
Pierre, South Dakota
PS – I don’t know how much I weigh! I broke the scale!! ;-)
