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~BBW, Feeding, ~Sex - In which our heroine describes an ideal evening of food and frolic.
By Alecks
(Migrated from the Weight Room Library)
It's 7:00. I'm anxiously awaiting my date's arrival. I'm thinking, "Only an hour left." I'm nervous, but suddenly calmed by the appearance of the oversized lighted aquarium in the far corner of the dimly lit room. I take yet another deep breath. I select my favorite CD and put on some soft jazz.
I go over to the dining table, double checking to make sure everything is in place. The plates, beautiful with a floral pattern seem inviting. I get excited anticipating what's to come, the plates will soon be filled with fattening foods, all my favorites: chicken seasoned just right and fried to perfection, creamy mashed potatoes with at least a stick of butter, green beans with onion and bacon, country pepper flaked gravy, and slightly browned dinner rolls brushed in butter. The aroma excites me!
Its now 7:30: on to the full-length mirror to make a final check. I take a glance and think how beautiful and fat my reflection is, my hair is fierce, every shiny black lock is in place, the make-up is flawless, from the soft eye shadow to my full luscious lips, and on to my double chin. As I look down it appears my breasts are bigger than yesterday; they look more like FF's instead of the usual DDs. Pleased at the thought I grab them and hold them.
The lace bodice of my black satin gown is hugging them perfectly. Venturing on down, I begin to smile at the site of my massive mountain of belly. I collect the flesh in my small hands and tightly squeeze. Ummmm it's so erotic. I lift it and it falls to my 40" thighs, creating a beautiful slapping noise as it returns to its normal sagging position. As I look further down I notice my pudgy feet are looking comfy; they are dug into the plush carpet due to my excessive weight.
The phone rings, just as I say to myself, "Girl...YOU DA BOMB!!" It's my best friend wishing me a good time tonight! It's now 7:55. I make one last check of the bountiful portions of food that are sitting atop the stove and a quick peek at the chicken and rolls in the oven...
The doorbell rings; it's 8 o'clock exactly. I gather myself and open the door with a big smile on my face. His 5'6" frame looks unbelievably handsome in his denim ensemble; even his loafers don't seem out of place on his BIG feet. He hands me a bottle of chilled champagne as I invite him in. I close the door; as I turn around, he hands me a single red rose. I take the bottle and rise to the kitchen.
He rounds the corner and stands at a distance. He's admiring my abundant body, all the lumps and all the bumps, as I put the champagne on ice. Suddenly he says, "You've done enough" He reaches out for my hand and leads me to the table, pulls out my large chair and gently pushes it under mean tells me to sit. He kisses the back of my hand gently before releasing it and says, "Let me prepare the table."
One by one he brings each full platter to the table. First, the chicken: my stomach rumbles at the sight of it. Then, the potatoes, green beans, gravy and rolls. He follows with the large bucket that holds the bottle now beading with condensation. As he sits, he pulls his chair closer to me. He kisses my fat cheek softly and says, "I'm feeding you tonight, baby."
He's reaching out to touch my sagging belly; it tickles when he makes contact and I giggle. He excitedly says, "I love when you laugh; it makes your belly jiggle." I smile in appreciation of this wonderful man, bold and brave and not ashamed to show his love for his BBW.
He opens the champagne and pours it up in the two fluted glasses that sit upon the table. We make a toast to each other and take a sip, my sip being quite larger than his. He sits my drink down and asks, "Shall we start?" I smile in agreement.
Slowly, he feeds me; starting by hand with the chicken then grabbing the tablespoon, he feeds me the cream potatoes drenched in the creamy country gravy, alternating them with the green beans and rolls. He pats some gravy from my chin with his napkin. He gives me another sip of champagne and asks, "Is it good?" I say yes, and he hurriedly fills the spoon again to pass me another heap of potatoes and then shove half a roll in my mouth.
I chew slowly with the feeling that some food will fall out if I chew faster. No sooner than I finished that he is shoveling in more chicken. I'm chewing faster now at the taste of the crispy seasoned chicken skin he's feeding me.
He leans over and asks, "Can I give you a little kiss?" I lean forward in acceptance, as he plants a kiss. "Nice," he says as he piles up another fork full.
"I'm getting a little full," I tell him.
"You are?" he replies. "You've only eaten six pieces of chicken, three cups of beans, five rolls and three servings of potatoes -- do you think you can eat a little more?" I say yes and smile and reposition myself in my chair.
Happy, he leans over again and kisses me deeper, this time without asking. He proceeds to feed me four more pieces of chicken, the rest of the potatoes and gravy, and the green beans. I tell him I'm full and don't think I can eat another bite. He says, "Come on, you only have one more roll." I take the last roll to my lips and slowly eat it. He reaches over and touches my newly expanded girth. He lights up as he announces how tight it feels.
He then gets up and goes to the kitchen. When he returns to the table, I'm surprised by the large spoon and 1/2 gallon of Blue Bell chocolate cheesecake ice cream he is holding. "Got room for dessert, baby?" he pleasingly asks.
"Where is the bowl?" I ask.
"You won't need one," he replies as he sneakily smiles. He lights the candles on the table and turns off the dimmed lights. I tell him I'm ready for it. I believe I have a little more room left, though I feel almost immobile now.
He gladly starts to feed me the ice cream: first, with small amounts, then graduating to heaps of the rich decadent dessert on the spoon. He feeds me each spoon slowly and carefully. All of a sudden, he's scraping the bottom of the tub. I tell him after consuming the last bite, I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
"You made me proud, girl. Are you good and full and satisfied?"
I say yes, let's go to the couch. He leads me through the candlelit room to the couch. I'm so full I can hardly waddle; my belly is now hanging to my knees; my feet are swollen to almost twice their size. I finally make it to the couch and flop down hard on it, relieving my feet of the pressure of my massive weight. He's standing before me, admiring my fat, flabby beautiful body.
Wanting him next to me, I pat the cushion next to me. He sits next to me and immediately begins to rub my extremely distended belly. "I love it," he says, as he lowers his head to kiss it.
I quiver at the touch of his lips. He assures me that everything is okay as he rises up and our lips meet. We kiss each other deeper and hungrily now. His hand is venturing down to my colossal thighs...he moans as he grabs handfuls of the soft inner most flesh and squeezes. I grab his hand to push it back, but overcome by emotions, I follow his motions instead. He kisses me longer and harder.
He directs my hand to the bulge in his jeans. I rub him eagerly and proceed to unbutton his pants. He hugs me hard. This makes me feel so secure, so cared for, so loved. Knowing what we both want, I look into his eyes and kiss him. He helps me as I straddle him; my thighs are now engulfing his body; my large pendulous breasts are in his face; my huge sagging belly is pressed hard against his. He tells me he loves the feel of my weight against him.
He lifts my satin gown past my wide hips. He loses his hand in the moist flesh between my legs as I writhe with pleasure. He is kissing my neck and whispering how fat I have become since taking my first bite of dinner, and how it's turning him on to have a woman of my abundant proportions atop him.
He reaches down and guides himself into my aching abyss. We follow each other's sensuous movements; we are in synch like I never would have imagined. We are devouring each other... we hold each other tightly as we share our love. He tells me he loves me as we both reach our peak of erotic excitement... the rest of the night is filled with wonderful food and conversation... we fall asleep in each others arms... and awake to the warmth of the sun on our faces, that's peeking through the window pane.
My Fantasy Feeder Date
By Alecks
(Migrated from the Weight Room Library)
It's 7:00. I'm anxiously awaiting my date's arrival. I'm thinking, "Only an hour left." I'm nervous, but suddenly calmed by the appearance of the oversized lighted aquarium in the far corner of the dimly lit room. I take yet another deep breath. I select my favorite CD and put on some soft jazz.
I go over to the dining table, double checking to make sure everything is in place. The plates, beautiful with a floral pattern seem inviting. I get excited anticipating what's to come, the plates will soon be filled with fattening foods, all my favorites: chicken seasoned just right and fried to perfection, creamy mashed potatoes with at least a stick of butter, green beans with onion and bacon, country pepper flaked gravy, and slightly browned dinner rolls brushed in butter. The aroma excites me!
Its now 7:30: on to the full-length mirror to make a final check. I take a glance and think how beautiful and fat my reflection is, my hair is fierce, every shiny black lock is in place, the make-up is flawless, from the soft eye shadow to my full luscious lips, and on to my double chin. As I look down it appears my breasts are bigger than yesterday; they look more like FF's instead of the usual DDs. Pleased at the thought I grab them and hold them.
The lace bodice of my black satin gown is hugging them perfectly. Venturing on down, I begin to smile at the site of my massive mountain of belly. I collect the flesh in my small hands and tightly squeeze. Ummmm it's so erotic. I lift it and it falls to my 40" thighs, creating a beautiful slapping noise as it returns to its normal sagging position. As I look further down I notice my pudgy feet are looking comfy; they are dug into the plush carpet due to my excessive weight.
The phone rings, just as I say to myself, "Girl...YOU DA BOMB!!" It's my best friend wishing me a good time tonight! It's now 7:55. I make one last check of the bountiful portions of food that are sitting atop the stove and a quick peek at the chicken and rolls in the oven...
The doorbell rings; it's 8 o'clock exactly. I gather myself and open the door with a big smile on my face. His 5'6" frame looks unbelievably handsome in his denim ensemble; even his loafers don't seem out of place on his BIG feet. He hands me a bottle of chilled champagne as I invite him in. I close the door; as I turn around, he hands me a single red rose. I take the bottle and rise to the kitchen.
He rounds the corner and stands at a distance. He's admiring my abundant body, all the lumps and all the bumps, as I put the champagne on ice. Suddenly he says, "You've done enough" He reaches out for my hand and leads me to the table, pulls out my large chair and gently pushes it under mean tells me to sit. He kisses the back of my hand gently before releasing it and says, "Let me prepare the table."
One by one he brings each full platter to the table. First, the chicken: my stomach rumbles at the sight of it. Then, the potatoes, green beans, gravy and rolls. He follows with the large bucket that holds the bottle now beading with condensation. As he sits, he pulls his chair closer to me. He kisses my fat cheek softly and says, "I'm feeding you tonight, baby."
He's reaching out to touch my sagging belly; it tickles when he makes contact and I giggle. He excitedly says, "I love when you laugh; it makes your belly jiggle." I smile in appreciation of this wonderful man, bold and brave and not ashamed to show his love for his BBW.
He opens the champagne and pours it up in the two fluted glasses that sit upon the table. We make a toast to each other and take a sip, my sip being quite larger than his. He sits my drink down and asks, "Shall we start?" I smile in agreement.
Slowly, he feeds me; starting by hand with the chicken then grabbing the tablespoon, he feeds me the cream potatoes drenched in the creamy country gravy, alternating them with the green beans and rolls. He pats some gravy from my chin with his napkin. He gives me another sip of champagne and asks, "Is it good?" I say yes, and he hurriedly fills the spoon again to pass me another heap of potatoes and then shove half a roll in my mouth.
I chew slowly with the feeling that some food will fall out if I chew faster. No sooner than I finished that he is shoveling in more chicken. I'm chewing faster now at the taste of the crispy seasoned chicken skin he's feeding me.
He leans over and asks, "Can I give you a little kiss?" I lean forward in acceptance, as he plants a kiss. "Nice," he says as he piles up another fork full.
"I'm getting a little full," I tell him.
"You are?" he replies. "You've only eaten six pieces of chicken, three cups of beans, five rolls and three servings of potatoes -- do you think you can eat a little more?" I say yes and smile and reposition myself in my chair.
Happy, he leans over again and kisses me deeper, this time without asking. He proceeds to feed me four more pieces of chicken, the rest of the potatoes and gravy, and the green beans. I tell him I'm full and don't think I can eat another bite. He says, "Come on, you only have one more roll." I take the last roll to my lips and slowly eat it. He reaches over and touches my newly expanded girth. He lights up as he announces how tight it feels.
He then gets up and goes to the kitchen. When he returns to the table, I'm surprised by the large spoon and 1/2 gallon of Blue Bell chocolate cheesecake ice cream he is holding. "Got room for dessert, baby?" he pleasingly asks.
"Where is the bowl?" I ask.
"You won't need one," he replies as he sneakily smiles. He lights the candles on the table and turns off the dimmed lights. I tell him I'm ready for it. I believe I have a little more room left, though I feel almost immobile now.
He gladly starts to feed me the ice cream: first, with small amounts, then graduating to heaps of the rich decadent dessert on the spoon. He feeds me each spoon slowly and carefully. All of a sudden, he's scraping the bottom of the tub. I tell him after consuming the last bite, I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
"You made me proud, girl. Are you good and full and satisfied?"
I say yes, let's go to the couch. He leads me through the candlelit room to the couch. I'm so full I can hardly waddle; my belly is now hanging to my knees; my feet are swollen to almost twice their size. I finally make it to the couch and flop down hard on it, relieving my feet of the pressure of my massive weight. He's standing before me, admiring my fat, flabby beautiful body.
Wanting him next to me, I pat the cushion next to me. He sits next to me and immediately begins to rub my extremely distended belly. "I love it," he says, as he lowers his head to kiss it.
I quiver at the touch of his lips. He assures me that everything is okay as he rises up and our lips meet. We kiss each other deeper and hungrily now. His hand is venturing down to my colossal thighs...he moans as he grabs handfuls of the soft inner most flesh and squeezes. I grab his hand to push it back, but overcome by emotions, I follow his motions instead. He kisses me longer and harder.
He directs my hand to the bulge in his jeans. I rub him eagerly and proceed to unbutton his pants. He hugs me hard. This makes me feel so secure, so cared for, so loved. Knowing what we both want, I look into his eyes and kiss him. He helps me as I straddle him; my thighs are now engulfing his body; my large pendulous breasts are in his face; my huge sagging belly is pressed hard against his. He tells me he loves the feel of my weight against him.
He lifts my satin gown past my wide hips. He loses his hand in the moist flesh between my legs as I writhe with pleasure. He is kissing my neck and whispering how fat I have become since taking my first bite of dinner, and how it's turning him on to have a woman of my abundant proportions atop him.
He reaches down and guides himself into my aching abyss. We follow each other's sensuous movements; we are in synch like I never would have imagined. We are devouring each other... we hold each other tightly as we share our love. He tells me he loves me as we both reach our peak of erotic excitement... the rest of the night is filled with wonderful food and conversation... we fall asleep in each others arms... and awake to the warmth of the sun on our faces, that's peeking through the window pane.
