Gentleman
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SSBBW, Eating, Romance, ~Sex -Just a fair-y tale about a pleasant day out!
Part 1
Peggy sat with her legs spread wide as she ate, her immense belly sagging between them. She leaned in toward the table to chase down the last piece of sausage on her plate. As usual, I was amazed by the sheer volume of food my wife could put away.
So, Lou, what do you want to do today? she asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin. Peggy pushed back contentedly, resting one hand lightly on her mounded belly which still pressed against the table. Shed have liked to sit back farther, but then she couldnt reach her sugar and cream-laden coffee. We were just finishing the last of our all-you-can-eat Sunday brunch. It was a weekly tradition. Although we had arrived early, we were still there as they closed it down at two. The staff was used to the sight of us.
I saw in the paper that the state fair just opened this weekend, I suggested. It was an Indian summer in late October, a perfect day to be outside.
I dont think I can take that much walking, said Peggy, doubtfully. She took another sip of the rich brew.
Well rent one of those scooters. Itll be fun. She eventually agreed.
After letting the food settle a little longer, we got up to leave. Or, should I say, I got up and went around the table to help pull her to her feet. She held out her arms expectantly.
The fat hanging from her upper arms grazed the table, knocking over one of the piles of plates, adding a few more stains to her sleeveless blouse. Luckily, the flower-pattern camouflaged most of them. She smiled at me unapologetically and shrugged. It was getting harder for her to be graceful as she approached 600 pounds; but I still thought she was a goddess. I took hold of both her hands and leaned back, using my 300 plus pounds as leverage. This was not as easy as it used to be.
When we got married, Peggy, for her own vanity, had dieted down to a curvy 309. You dont want to marry a pig, she said, half seriously. I wouldnt have minded; I really loved her extra padding, but it was her wedding so I let her be. She had wanted to get under three hundred, but didnt quite make it (through no fault of my own, wink, wink!). She was, and still is, the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. Afterwards, she promised that she would never diet again, unless her life depended on it. We had explored my feelings as a FA during our courtship, so she knew this was one wedding vow she could keep!
Regular check-ups had proven her to be as healthy as a horse. She certainly ate like one, packing on several hundred sexy pounds in the five years since. I would never force her to eat, and fortunately, I never had to. A little encouragement and she was on her way. For all intents and purposes, she was a foodee who delighted in the savory aspects of cuisine, and plenty of it. She took culinary classes at the community college, and constantly tried out new creations in the kitchen. We also had a favorite table at many restaurants across the town. Just keeping up with her had added a sizable chunk to my frame as well. The sacrifices I make!
When she was up on her feet, she half-heartedly tried to pull her blouse down to meet her waistband. The colorful knit immediately sprang back when she let go, re-exposing her upper belly roll. The rest of her apron hung down nearly to her knees, clearly outlined through her light blue stretch-pants. She had developed a deep cleft from her lowest roll right up to her belly button. I remembered when we first met many years ago this was just a slight vertical crease.
Peggy had liked to wear jeans, and the tight center seam of her pants would accentuate this divide. As she packed on the pounds, it became increasing hard to find jeans that would fit. The last pair she wore was about two years ago. By then, her double belly lobes were stretching the denim on either side of the crotch into two balloons, reigned in only by the straining zipper.
Since then, she had become much more practical and took to wearing stretch pants and skirts. The soft fabrics gave her the room she needed to eat huge meals comfortably, so she didnt have to buy new pants every month. This was fine by me as it let her full tummy swing free. I was always mesmerized by her unrestrained blubber as it wobbled and jiggled when she walked. When she was feeling especially naughty, she would wear one of her short skirts. She knew the sight of her bare belly peeking out below the hemline would drive me wild with desire.
I put my arm around her, stretching it across to the middle of her broad back, and escorted my love to the door.
She sat down to rest on the bench out front while I got our mini-van. I pulled up as close as I could to the curb and opened the sliding door. Then I helped her waddle over to its side. She planted a foot on the running board and leaned in to grab a handrail. I kind of half-pushed half-lifted her in, eventually positioning her on the rear bench seat where she could spread out. I had taken out the middle row last year. The van sagged under Peggys weight. Off we go!
At the fair, I parked in a handicapped space near the entrance. We had obtained a permit through her doctor a while back, although we hardly ever used it. After all, she was just plain fat! Today would be tiring enough though, and Peggy was already packed full.
I quickly rented a scooter and helped her on. It was a tight squeeze. When seated, the farthest reaches of her belly actually extended to her knees, obscuring her lap. Her thick love handles stuck out in great curves on both sides. She had often used carts like this at the W-mart, and happily sped away. I had to tell her to slow down.
Cmon, fatso! she laughed. We headed toward the midway.
The fair was a big to-do. Thousands of folks paid their admission daily to ride the rides, eat the treats, and lose their coins in the arcade shooting for prizes.
The scent of tasty tidbits permeated the air. Even though we had just eaten, her first stop was for cotton candy. Its so fluffy, she rationalized. Lou, could you carry an extra one for me? Of course!
With one in each hand, we continued past a few rides. I watched with a touch of longing as screaming passengers were flung around on the Spider. I used to enjoy thrill rides, but at my present size, I probably couldnt fit. As for Peggy, forget it. Not even close. A small price to pay for being married to such a doll. We wandered through the arcade. I rarely played the carnival games. Most of them seemed rigged, and I really didnt want to carry around some toy for the rest of the day if I won. Besides, I already had my stuffed prize!
A barker with a microphone was taunting a small crowd up ahead. He was looking for volunteers to guess their weight. Peggy gave me a devilish grin, and zoomed towards them. In the years that had ensued since our wedding, Peggy had nearly doubled her weight. It made her feel special. She enjoyed being the largest person in any group, and had no inhibitions about her size.
If youve got it, flaunt it, she would say.
Coming through. Coming through. She parted the crowd like the Red Sea. Peggy parked by the edge of the small elevated stage. The carneys eyes widened with delight as he took in his next victim.
Now heres a big challenge! Step right up! He helped pull her onto the platform.
Whats your name? he asked into the mic. By then, I had caught up, and was standing inconspicuously at the rear of the crowd, like a fly on the wall. It was a rare opportunity to watch the candid reactions of the fairgoers to my beloved.
Peggy. A smattering of applause and a couple of oh, my Gods from the peanut gallery. I saw a few people look at each other in bemusement, puffing up their cheeks like they were fat. One slight fellow near the front was following her every move. Ill have to keep an eye on him. Peggy brushed her long reddish hair back off her shoulders and curtsied as daintily as possible.
A man standing before me whispered to his mal-nourished girlfriend, If you ever get that fat, Ill dump you.
Dont worry, she replied with a look of disgust. I felt a surging in my lions.
The rules were simple. He needed his guess to be within plus-or-minus three pounds. Faced with Peggys massive bulk, he knew this would be highly unlikely. But forever a showman, he plowed gamely ahead.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Peggy here has come up to try and break my scale, he joked. The crowd laughed.
All right, Peggy, how much do you weigh? She gave him an exaggerated scowl. The crowd chuckled at his weak attempt at trickery.
A ton! called out a heckler to a round of snickers. The slim fellow briefly turned to frown at him, then locked his gaze back on her. Peggy planted her hands on her hips, pretending to be mad. Once again, her upper belly roll popped back out like a wide white belt. The pressure in my pants was building.
Turn around for me, he continued. Peggy slowly executed a 360 to a few wolf whistles. When she was halfway around, the barker turned to the crowd and held out his hands as far as they would go, like he was measuring a big fish. The people laughed again. He was on a roll. Facing front again, Peggy wagged her finger at him in mock chastisement. More laughs. The carney knew he had a live one.
Standing there, I could see how she constantly had to lean backwards to counter-balance her heavy stomach. This had the pleasant effect of making her paunch seem even larger, thrusting those twin globes of flab before her. The bulge on her left side hung down noticeably lower than the one on her right. This made her profile look fatter from the left. We called this her good side.
Looks like you have been eating well, mlady. Youve got more rolls than a bakery! By the way, the 4-Hers are missing their champion pig. Have you seen it? The crowd roared. Another girl would be in tears, but another girl wouldnt have gone up there in the first place.
Peggy reached down under her belly hang, lifted it a little with both hands, and gave it a shake. She shook her head no, and then let go. Her apron of fat bounced and jiggled like jello. She was putting on quite an exhibition. Another mixture of laughter, whistles, and oh, my Gods rang out. The bony couple left. The fellow in front had a silly grin on his face. I was getting hard. Good thing I was in the back row.
Now lets see, said the barker, scratching his chin. He surveyed her slowly up and down, then side to side, dragging it out. All eyes were on Peggy, and she was basking in the attention. She struck a few sexy poses showing off her good side, and batted her eyes demurely. What a flirt!
Finally, he took a stab.
I guess 594 pounds! A few chuckles. This guys pretty good, I thought. Peggy kept a poker face.
And now, for the moment weve all been waiting for! Peggy, would you please step up on the scale?
Peggy carefully placed one foot on it. It was an old-fashioned industrial-looking scale with a large dial that went up to 1,000 lbs. He took one of her hands to stabilize her, and she brought the other foot up. The long needle swung wildly back and forth, eventually settling down and stopping. I was getting ready to burst.
Six hundred and eighteen pounds! he announced. We have a winner!
General applause and another wolf whistle from the audience. The poor fellow in the front row looked dazed. Peggy was grinning ear to ear. The carney handed her a coupon that we could redeem later, and helped her down. I cut through the thinning crowd to claim my prize.
How was I? she asked, breathlessly.
You were magnificent! I gushed, reaching around her as far as I could for a hug and a deep kiss. The slight fellow saw our embrace, and turned sadly away.
618, eh? I grabbed a handful of her flab and jiggled it. When did that happen?
I was hoping to peg it!
We both laughed.
Ive suspected that I was over six hundred for a while now. Just couldnt prove it! We really need to get a bigger scale.
She was on cloud nine and talking a mile a minute. That was fun! Lets go see the exhibits.
My Fair Lady
by Gentleman
by Gentleman
Part 1
Peggy sat with her legs spread wide as she ate, her immense belly sagging between them. She leaned in toward the table to chase down the last piece of sausage on her plate. As usual, I was amazed by the sheer volume of food my wife could put away.
So, Lou, what do you want to do today? she asked, wiping her mouth with her napkin. Peggy pushed back contentedly, resting one hand lightly on her mounded belly which still pressed against the table. Shed have liked to sit back farther, but then she couldnt reach her sugar and cream-laden coffee. We were just finishing the last of our all-you-can-eat Sunday brunch. It was a weekly tradition. Although we had arrived early, we were still there as they closed it down at two. The staff was used to the sight of us.
I saw in the paper that the state fair just opened this weekend, I suggested. It was an Indian summer in late October, a perfect day to be outside.
I dont think I can take that much walking, said Peggy, doubtfully. She took another sip of the rich brew.
Well rent one of those scooters. Itll be fun. She eventually agreed.
After letting the food settle a little longer, we got up to leave. Or, should I say, I got up and went around the table to help pull her to her feet. She held out her arms expectantly.
The fat hanging from her upper arms grazed the table, knocking over one of the piles of plates, adding a few more stains to her sleeveless blouse. Luckily, the flower-pattern camouflaged most of them. She smiled at me unapologetically and shrugged. It was getting harder for her to be graceful as she approached 600 pounds; but I still thought she was a goddess. I took hold of both her hands and leaned back, using my 300 plus pounds as leverage. This was not as easy as it used to be.
When we got married, Peggy, for her own vanity, had dieted down to a curvy 309. You dont want to marry a pig, she said, half seriously. I wouldnt have minded; I really loved her extra padding, but it was her wedding so I let her be. She had wanted to get under three hundred, but didnt quite make it (through no fault of my own, wink, wink!). She was, and still is, the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. Afterwards, she promised that she would never diet again, unless her life depended on it. We had explored my feelings as a FA during our courtship, so she knew this was one wedding vow she could keep!
Regular check-ups had proven her to be as healthy as a horse. She certainly ate like one, packing on several hundred sexy pounds in the five years since. I would never force her to eat, and fortunately, I never had to. A little encouragement and she was on her way. For all intents and purposes, she was a foodee who delighted in the savory aspects of cuisine, and plenty of it. She took culinary classes at the community college, and constantly tried out new creations in the kitchen. We also had a favorite table at many restaurants across the town. Just keeping up with her had added a sizable chunk to my frame as well. The sacrifices I make!
When she was up on her feet, she half-heartedly tried to pull her blouse down to meet her waistband. The colorful knit immediately sprang back when she let go, re-exposing her upper belly roll. The rest of her apron hung down nearly to her knees, clearly outlined through her light blue stretch-pants. She had developed a deep cleft from her lowest roll right up to her belly button. I remembered when we first met many years ago this was just a slight vertical crease.
Peggy had liked to wear jeans, and the tight center seam of her pants would accentuate this divide. As she packed on the pounds, it became increasing hard to find jeans that would fit. The last pair she wore was about two years ago. By then, her double belly lobes were stretching the denim on either side of the crotch into two balloons, reigned in only by the straining zipper.
Since then, she had become much more practical and took to wearing stretch pants and skirts. The soft fabrics gave her the room she needed to eat huge meals comfortably, so she didnt have to buy new pants every month. This was fine by me as it let her full tummy swing free. I was always mesmerized by her unrestrained blubber as it wobbled and jiggled when she walked. When she was feeling especially naughty, she would wear one of her short skirts. She knew the sight of her bare belly peeking out below the hemline would drive me wild with desire.
I put my arm around her, stretching it across to the middle of her broad back, and escorted my love to the door.
She sat down to rest on the bench out front while I got our mini-van. I pulled up as close as I could to the curb and opened the sliding door. Then I helped her waddle over to its side. She planted a foot on the running board and leaned in to grab a handrail. I kind of half-pushed half-lifted her in, eventually positioning her on the rear bench seat where she could spread out. I had taken out the middle row last year. The van sagged under Peggys weight. Off we go!
At the fair, I parked in a handicapped space near the entrance. We had obtained a permit through her doctor a while back, although we hardly ever used it. After all, she was just plain fat! Today would be tiring enough though, and Peggy was already packed full.
I quickly rented a scooter and helped her on. It was a tight squeeze. When seated, the farthest reaches of her belly actually extended to her knees, obscuring her lap. Her thick love handles stuck out in great curves on both sides. She had often used carts like this at the W-mart, and happily sped away. I had to tell her to slow down.
Cmon, fatso! she laughed. We headed toward the midway.
The fair was a big to-do. Thousands of folks paid their admission daily to ride the rides, eat the treats, and lose their coins in the arcade shooting for prizes.
The scent of tasty tidbits permeated the air. Even though we had just eaten, her first stop was for cotton candy. Its so fluffy, she rationalized. Lou, could you carry an extra one for me? Of course!
With one in each hand, we continued past a few rides. I watched with a touch of longing as screaming passengers were flung around on the Spider. I used to enjoy thrill rides, but at my present size, I probably couldnt fit. As for Peggy, forget it. Not even close. A small price to pay for being married to such a doll. We wandered through the arcade. I rarely played the carnival games. Most of them seemed rigged, and I really didnt want to carry around some toy for the rest of the day if I won. Besides, I already had my stuffed prize!
A barker with a microphone was taunting a small crowd up ahead. He was looking for volunteers to guess their weight. Peggy gave me a devilish grin, and zoomed towards them. In the years that had ensued since our wedding, Peggy had nearly doubled her weight. It made her feel special. She enjoyed being the largest person in any group, and had no inhibitions about her size.
If youve got it, flaunt it, she would say.
Coming through. Coming through. She parted the crowd like the Red Sea. Peggy parked by the edge of the small elevated stage. The carneys eyes widened with delight as he took in his next victim.
Now heres a big challenge! Step right up! He helped pull her onto the platform.
Whats your name? he asked into the mic. By then, I had caught up, and was standing inconspicuously at the rear of the crowd, like a fly on the wall. It was a rare opportunity to watch the candid reactions of the fairgoers to my beloved.
Peggy. A smattering of applause and a couple of oh, my Gods from the peanut gallery. I saw a few people look at each other in bemusement, puffing up their cheeks like they were fat. One slight fellow near the front was following her every move. Ill have to keep an eye on him. Peggy brushed her long reddish hair back off her shoulders and curtsied as daintily as possible.
A man standing before me whispered to his mal-nourished girlfriend, If you ever get that fat, Ill dump you.
Dont worry, she replied with a look of disgust. I felt a surging in my lions.
The rules were simple. He needed his guess to be within plus-or-minus three pounds. Faced with Peggys massive bulk, he knew this would be highly unlikely. But forever a showman, he plowed gamely ahead.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Peggy here has come up to try and break my scale, he joked. The crowd laughed.
All right, Peggy, how much do you weigh? She gave him an exaggerated scowl. The crowd chuckled at his weak attempt at trickery.
A ton! called out a heckler to a round of snickers. The slim fellow briefly turned to frown at him, then locked his gaze back on her. Peggy planted her hands on her hips, pretending to be mad. Once again, her upper belly roll popped back out like a wide white belt. The pressure in my pants was building.
Turn around for me, he continued. Peggy slowly executed a 360 to a few wolf whistles. When she was halfway around, the barker turned to the crowd and held out his hands as far as they would go, like he was measuring a big fish. The people laughed again. He was on a roll. Facing front again, Peggy wagged her finger at him in mock chastisement. More laughs. The carney knew he had a live one.
Standing there, I could see how she constantly had to lean backwards to counter-balance her heavy stomach. This had the pleasant effect of making her paunch seem even larger, thrusting those twin globes of flab before her. The bulge on her left side hung down noticeably lower than the one on her right. This made her profile look fatter from the left. We called this her good side.
Looks like you have been eating well, mlady. Youve got more rolls than a bakery! By the way, the 4-Hers are missing their champion pig. Have you seen it? The crowd roared. Another girl would be in tears, but another girl wouldnt have gone up there in the first place.
Peggy reached down under her belly hang, lifted it a little with both hands, and gave it a shake. She shook her head no, and then let go. Her apron of fat bounced and jiggled like jello. She was putting on quite an exhibition. Another mixture of laughter, whistles, and oh, my Gods rang out. The bony couple left. The fellow in front had a silly grin on his face. I was getting hard. Good thing I was in the back row.
Now lets see, said the barker, scratching his chin. He surveyed her slowly up and down, then side to side, dragging it out. All eyes were on Peggy, and she was basking in the attention. She struck a few sexy poses showing off her good side, and batted her eyes demurely. What a flirt!
Finally, he took a stab.
I guess 594 pounds! A few chuckles. This guys pretty good, I thought. Peggy kept a poker face.
And now, for the moment weve all been waiting for! Peggy, would you please step up on the scale?
Peggy carefully placed one foot on it. It was an old-fashioned industrial-looking scale with a large dial that went up to 1,000 lbs. He took one of her hands to stabilize her, and she brought the other foot up. The long needle swung wildly back and forth, eventually settling down and stopping. I was getting ready to burst.
Six hundred and eighteen pounds! he announced. We have a winner!
General applause and another wolf whistle from the audience. The poor fellow in the front row looked dazed. Peggy was grinning ear to ear. The carney handed her a coupon that we could redeem later, and helped her down. I cut through the thinning crowd to claim my prize.
How was I? she asked, breathlessly.
You were magnificent! I gushed, reaching around her as far as I could for a hug and a deep kiss. The slight fellow saw our embrace, and turned sadly away.
618, eh? I grabbed a handful of her flab and jiggled it. When did that happen?
I was hoping to peg it!
We both laughed.
Ive suspected that I was over six hundred for a while now. Just couldnt prove it! We really need to get a bigger scale.
She was on cloud nine and talking a mile a minute. That was fun! Lets go see the exhibits.
