SSBBW, Extreme Eating, ~~WG Potion, ~XWG - A skinny wife finds out about her husband's secret longing for a fat wife, and makes his homecoming very, very special.
Part 1
"Love you too," Jenny said as she hung up the phone. Sean had called her from the airport to tell her he was on his way to the Middle East. The trip came about at the last minute; he didn't even have time to come home to pack. He told her he would be home for Christmas, but that was over three months away.
As hard as it was for Jenny to have him away, she couldn't complain much. Sean had a well-paying job. They had everything money could buy, and he really loved her. "At least I think he does," she said out loud, remembering their last few sessions in bed. He seemed less attentive, and more mechanical then usual. She couldn't understand that because she worked hard to keep herself in good shape. At 5'2" and 102 pounds she felt her 34-20-36 body was just right.
Fate has a strange way of changing peoples lives, as Jenny found out later that afternoon. She had just come back from her afternoon run as the mailman was coming to the gate. She took the mail from him and continued up the walk. She was almost knocked over by Heather, the maid.
"Sorry Mam, I was just going for the mail, and I didn't see you," she stammered out an apology.
"No harm done, and don't worry about the mail, I've got it," Jenny said indicating the bundle tucked under her arm. The maids eyes went wide with horror when she saw the large white envelope with the rest of the mail. She quickly regained her composure.
"Thank you, Mam, I'll take it and sort it," she said, reaching for the bundle.
"That won't be necessary," Jenny said, instinctively protecting the mail under her arm.
"But Mr. Pearson always has me sort the mail," the frightened maid protested.
"Well, Mr. Pearson will be away for awhile, so I'll take care of the mail!" Jenny said in a huff.
She turned to the house as the maid mumbled, "As you wish."
"I wonder what had that girl so spooked?" Jenny thought as she tossed the mail on the dresser. "She's always been loyal to Sean." Then it hit her, Sean was having an affair, and Heather was covering for him. That's why she looked so frightened when she saw I had the mail!
"Damn!" she spat, as she looked through the pile of envelopes in front of her. There must be something in here from his girlfriend. There was nothing but all the usual bills and junk mail; the only thing out of the ordinary was the large white envelope. It was from "The Caldara Co. Before she realized what she was doing, she had opened the envelope. With trembling hands she reached in and pulled out the contents. Still shaking she read the cover letter.
Sean,
Thank you for your story. You'll be happy to know we received it in time to make this issue. We think you will also enjoy the photo shoot in this issue as it coincides with your story line.
Keep up the good work.
"Belly Busters"
Jenny gasped out loud when she flipped over the cover letter and saw the black and white photo spread. It was of a fat blonde dressed in a tank top and spandex shorts. She was sitting in a chair with her wrists and ankles strapped down, and a tube from some type of machine was in her mouth. There were six pictures in the set. Each one showed the blondes belly growing larger and larger, until in the last one the tank top and shorts had split their seams, allowing her beach ball-size belly to fill her lap. She hollered for Heather. While she waited she looked through the rest of the newsletter.
"Yes Mam," the maid said as she came bursting through the door.
"What do you know about this stuff?" Jenny demanded pointing to the package on the dresser. Heather just stood looking down at her feet. "Well! I'm waiting," Jenny continued.
The maid finally told her that Sean had been getting things in the mail for about a year now, and he had instructed her to put them in his desk in the study when they came. He had given her a key for the drawer. Under the threat of being fired, Jenny got Heather to unlock the drawer in Seans desk, then told her to leave.
She felt like crap for snooping, but she couldn't stop now. She took the contents and spread them out on the desk. More "Belly Busters," a magazine call "Buf" and something called 'F.F.I." with drawings and pictures of fat women. Confused and angry, Jenny started reading.
It was after midnight when Jenny finished reading the last copy of "Belly Busters." While still confused, she was no longer angry, in fact she was intrigued and even somewhat aroused by some of the women's descriptions of being force fed, and of self overeating. Realizing the time and the fact that Heather hadn't called her for dinner, she took one of the newsletters with her to read while she had a snack. She fixed herself a salad while she reread a story about a woman who would eat herself to orgasm.
By the time she finished the story her salad was gone. "Hummm, I wonder......." she thought as she got up and started looking through the cabinets. It didn't take long to find what she was looking for. Halloween was a week away, and she knew Heather would be stocking up on candy. She found a bag of bite-sized Milky Ways. She took them back to the table and unwrapped a half dozen. She started reading the story again and as she read she tried to mimic the woman in the story. Each time she would take a bite, Jenny would pop a candy bar in her own mouth. The six she unwrapped hadn't been enough, so she stopped reading long enough to unwrap twelve more, then another dozen after that.
By the time she finished the story she had eaten almost half the bag of candy. Jenny looked down to see her tummy pushing out tightly against her jeans. She took four more bars and stuffed them in her mouth at once. As she did she reached down to undo the button of her jeans. The sudden release of tension on her stomach, combined with the sensation of her mouth being full of the creamy chocolate brought her to orgasm.
Painfully full and completely spent, Jenny got up and went to bed, not bothering to clean up or even put away the newsletter.
Heather smiled from her hiding place as she watched Jenny leave the kitchen, her tight little tummy poking out from her open jeans. A light sleeper, Heather had heard noises in the kitchen. Thinking mice might have gotten into the candy, she got up to investigate. She got to the doorway in time to see Jenny stuffing candy bars in her mouth, one after another.
When she was sure Jenny was back in her room, she went over to the table and counted the candy wrappers that littered the table and the floor. She was surprised to find over 48 of them - more than half the two-pound bag.
"So little Miss Priss has a sweet tooth," Heather said out loud, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. She left the kitchen and went to the study looking at the new issue of "Belly Busters." Sean had told her he had written a story and hoped it would be in this issue. Heather found it on the desk already open to Sean's story. "Jenny must have read it already," she thought, picking up the paper.
On her way back to bed she stopped to check on Jenny. She was moaning in her sleep, her hands folded over her tummy. "By the time Sean gets home you'll really have a belly to hold onto," she whispered to the sleeping woman, and went back to her room.
Jenny woke to the ringing phone; she wondered why Heather didn't answer it. She rolled over to get the phone. "Ow!" She let out a yelp as she turned on her still tightly packed belly. "Hello?" she said, still in mild discomfort. It was Heather on the other end. She had called to tell Jenny that Sean had called earlier, but she hadn't been able to wake her. He said he would call back that night. She also wanted to tell Jenny that she had made coffee and it would be ready at 10:00. She would be shopping all morning but would be back in time to make dinner.
Jenny hung up and looked at the clock, 9:45. Time for a shower and a quick cup of coffee before her run. "Ohff," she looked down at her normally flat stomach , still stretched taunt with the pound plus of candy. She ran her fingers over her tummy causing a light tingle between her legs.
Jenny finished her masturbation in the shower, then dressed in a tight blue lycra running suit and stopped in the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. She was overwhelmed by the strong cherry taste to the coffee. As she sat at the table sipping it she saw the note from Heather.
Hope you like the coffee, it's a special blend I found out about from my brother-in-law.
Jenny finished the coffee and headed out for her morning four miles. She had only gone about a mile and a half when her stomach started rumbling gently. "Easy," she told herself. "You know youre not allowed to have anything but coffee until lunch." She tried to ignore the rumbling and continued. She had barely gone a half mile more, when the rumbling became more insistent, now accompanied by a pain. Still trying to ignore it, Jenny slowed to a fast walk. She saw a street vendor hawking bagels and coffee.
"Maybe a plain bagel will quiet things down," Jenny thought. She stopped long enough to get a bagel, then tried to pick her pace back up while munching on the bagel. Jenny finished the bagel in a matter of a few bites, and was back up to a full run.
After only a few blocks the hunger was back stronger than before. Jenny stopped, almost doubling over with the gnawing feeling in her gut. "I wonder what's wrong with me? I've never felt this way before." As she was trying to get herself under control she heard a car horn, and looked up to see Heather's car pulling up to the curb. It didn't take much on Heather's part to talk Jenny into the car. Jenny told her of the unusual hunger she had felt during her run, and Heather offered to take Jenny back to the house.
While they were riding, Jenny could smell the fresh-baked goods from the box in the back seat. Her stomach growled so loud Heather could hear it over her chatter, and the radio.
"Cupcakes," she said to Jenny. "I always bring my sister some when I go there. I don't think she'll miss one." Jenny was already reaching over the seat before Heather had finished her sentence. Heather smiled as she watched Jenny take one in each hand and literally shove them in her mouth. Jenny had barely finished those two when she took two more.
Jenny was eating on automatic, two cupcakes at a time. By the time Heather pulled into the driveway the entire two dozen sweets were in Jenny's tummy. She was moaning due to the load she had crammed in. Heather couldn't help noticing how utterly stretched the lycra was over Jenny's swollen gut. She helped her out of the car and into the kitchen.
"Have some coffee, maybe that will help," Heather said, setting a fresh mug down in front of Jenny. She sat rubbing her belly while sipping the coffee. Heather was unpacking the rest of her shopping and had set a bag of Milky Ways on the table. Suddenly Jenny's hunger returned, along with a tingling. Remembering last night Jenny grabbed the bag.
"Do you mind?" she asked, already opening the bag. Heather just smiled.
Jenny started shoving the candy bars in her mouth two at a time. The faster she ate the tighter the lycra became, and the greater the tingling. By the time she finished half of the bag, her tummy was stretched to its max, and she was moaning with a combination of pain and pleasure. The waistband of her lycra pants dug firmly into the taut flesh of her gut. Jenny could no longer contain herself. She hooked both thumbs in the waist band and tugged it off her swollen gut. She almost passed out in the chair from the intensity of her orgasm.
Heather looked at her bosss wife, and smiled. "Things will progress well," she thought, glad she had placed that call to her brother-in-law. After all she had suspected her sister hadn't gotten to 400+ pounds all by herself. Pretending not to have noticed Jenny's orgasm, she refilled her mug.
"Why don't you finish your coffee and take a nap, maybe it'll settle your stomach."
Jenny started to protest, but Heather interrupted her, telling her she would wake her in time for her afternoon run. Jenny gulped down the rest of her coffee, and struggled out of her chair, and went to lie down with her pants still rolled down below her little potbelly.
While Jenny slept, Heather was busy preparing some treats for her bosss wife. She took the hypodermic and filled it with the reddish fluid she had gotten from her brother-in-law, and proceeded to inject a small amount into each chocolate covered cherry from a 5-pound box. She then used the rest of the vial to treat most of the highly fattening foods she had bought that morning. If what she was told was true, she would only have to spike Jenny's food for about a week. By that time she ought to have her well trained into stuffing herself on her own.
Heather took the cherries and put them in Jenny's room next to the bed. She wanted them close at hand when Jenny woke up. Then she went to the study to call her brother-in-law.
Jenny woke from her nap ravenously hungry. She sat up in bed rubbing her hands over her bloated abdomen. "I've got to stop this," she chided herself. "If I keep it up I'll turn into a big pig." Jenny giggled at this, remembering the intensity of her last few orgasms.
"If I can keep that up, maybe gaining a little weight wouldn't be that bad." As the tingling in her groin started up again she spotted the box of candies. "I've got to remember to thank Heather," she said biting down on the first of what would be many candies. Jenny plowed into the box with pure lust trying to fill up her stomach as fast as she could so she could release the building urgency of orgasm. When the last candy popped into her mouth she peeled down the now tearing fabric of her lycra pants, and once again by releasing the pressure on her belly she also released her orgasm.
Jenny struggled out of bed and headed to the shower; it was hard for her to walk with the weight of the food in her tightly packed tummy. She was shocked when she peeled off her running suit and saw how much her belly stuck out, low and round. She was in for a bigger shock when she stepped on the scale - 110 pounds. She had stuffed eight pounds of food into her gut in less than a full 24 hours. She knew that fantastic orgasms aside, she would have to cut out the bingeing.
Jenny got into the shower and found as she started to soap up her body she was beginning to feel hungry again. "How could I possible be hungry," she thought, fondling her newborn potbelly. The feeling persisted, and despite Jenny's attempts to think about other things, she found her thoughts drifting back to stuffing her belly to another orgasm. She let her hand drop between her legs trying to bring herself off again. As hard as she tried she just couldn't get over the edge.
Frustrated, she climbed out of the shower, dressed and padded back to the kitchen. The strong smell of Italian cooking had her stomach rumbling loudly before she even got through the doorway.
Heather had just taken a large pan of three-cheese lasagna out of the oven and was cooling it on top of the stove. Jenny's hunger became so strong it was painful. She walked to the stove, picked up the large serving spoon Heather had used to mix the cheese, and started shoveling mouthfuls down her throat. By the time Heather walked back in the room Jenny had eaten a quarter of the pan.
"Sorry," Jenny managed to mumble. "I just couldn't help myself, it smelled so good." Heather told her not to worry about it, she had made more. She took the pan and brought it to the table. Jenny sat down with the serving spoon still in her hand and devoured the rest of the pan. Heather made sure Jenny had plenty of cherry coke to wash it down with. As Jenny devoured her last spoonful, the snap and zipper of her jeans let go and she had another fantastic orgasm when her belly popped free.
When she recovered she sat back in her chair rubbing the round belly that stuck out through the abused denim. "I don't know what's happening to me," she said to Heather. "I've just been so hungry lately, and when I do eat I can't stop until I'm absolutely stuffed." Heather just dismissed her complaint as the blues because Sean would be away so long.
"Yeah, that must be it, Jenny agreed. "I'll just have to keep my mind occupied." She got up from the table and headed for the study, thinking maybe some reading would keep her occupied.
Heather was happy to see Jenny head to the study. She figured she had booby-trapped it well after she had finished talking with her brother-in-law. Heather had made sure that Jenny would find the right newsletters first, and had placed plenty of candy close at hand.
Jenny sat at Sean's desk with the fat literature still spread out on top. She leaned back in the chair allowing her overstuffed belly some breathing room and started picking through the material, reading it more closely than the night before. As she was reading the letters, one caught her attention. It was about a man who was married to a thin woman who was obsessed with dieting and exercise. No matter how hard he tried to convince her he would like her to put on some weight she kept resisting, until one day in desperation he tied her to a kitchen chair and force fed her until her belly tore through her pants. Jenny was getting both hot and hungry while she imagined she was the girl tied to the chair.
Jenny unconsciously picked at the candies that where next to the desk. Heather snuck up to the study and peeked in the doorway. She watched Jenny stuffing handfuls of candy in her mouth while she was engrossed in her reading. Heather knew that Jenny was hooked, and by the time Sean came home Jenny would be ready to make his dreams come true.
By the end of the week Jenny was completely addicted to food. She was spending all of her time stuffing her gut with the most fattening foods Heather could provide. She would wake in the morning and Heather would deliver a breakfast loaded down with pancakes, eggs, bacon, pastries, and cream. Not milk, but rich, heavy cream, and Jenny scarfed it all down. She would speed eat in order to fill her stomach. The faster she could expand her gut to tightly filling her clothing, the faster she could get to orgasm.
In the first few days her breakfast was enough, but by the end of the week Jenny would have to eat a breakfast, and start on a snack of a dozen doughnuts to get to this point. And she was adding weight rapidly. On Saturday she got on the scale to find she weighted 128 pounds. She figured about 5 pounds of it was the breakfast she'd just finished, which meant she'd gained 22 pounds in a week.
By Thanksgiving Jenny weighed 204 pounds, and was packing about 15 pounds of food in her bulging gut every day. The effect of her gluttony was astounding. Because her body was so used to a great deal of exercise every day, the sudden change in her habits caused her body to assimilate the food into mostly blubbery tissue. She was becoming fat and flabby. Her belly was sagging with the lack of muscle tone and the constant food overload.
Heather had outdone herself with the feast she prepared for Jenny's Thanksgiving, a full turkey dinner with all of the trimmings. There were pies of every type, apple, pumpkin, chocolate cream, and plenty of cookies placed all over the house. Even though she hadn't had to give Jenny any of the appetite drug in over four weeks, she'd gotten one more dose from her brother-in-law and liberally spiked Jenny's Thanksgiving breakfast. She wanted to be sure Jenny was hungry enough to finish all of the days offerings.
Jenny was just starting to stir when Heather rolled the 3-tiered breakfast cart into the room. "Smells good," Jenny said, struggling to sit up in bed. "What ya got."
Heather brought the cart to the side of the bed and uncovered the top tray, which held two dozen Danish, a quart of heavy cream, and a platter of pancakes swimming in butter and syrup. The second tray had a large platter of sausage patties that had been fried in lard, and a platter of fatty bacon. The bottom tray had three large platters of different types of eggs, and another two quarts of cream.
Jenny smiled at the amount of food presented to her. She had on one of her loosest nightgowns and it would take a load of food to tighten it enough to reach orgasm; she just hoped she could eat it all.
"I don't think I can finish all of this," she said.
"I'm sure you won't have a problem," Heather told her. "If you need help, call me." Jenny smiled and spread her thighs apart to allow her 38" gut room to grow, and dug in. Heather watched as ounce after ounce found its way into Jenny's growing stomach. The faster Jenny ate, the faster her stomach seemed to visibly grow. Within 15 minutes she had finished the Danish, pancakes, and sausage.
Heather excitedly watched Jenny take her fork and eat the greasy residue she scraped from the sausage platter. Jenny never slowed, going through the bacon and eggs in another 10 minutes. As she gulped down the last of the cream her nightgown split up the side, bringing on another fantastic orgasm.
Heather helped her out of bed and into the tub for a hot bath, then went to put the finishing touches on dinner. Jenny's licking the grease from the platter had given Heather another idea. She was going to make gravy from pure lard with a little turkey flavoring.
Jenny couldn't believe the woman she was becoming. As she sat and soaked in the tub she traced her hands over her fattening body. Her big flabby belly rose from the soapsuds like an island in the Pacific. She lifted a fat arm out of the water to pick from the candy dish Heather had set by the tub, watching the fat upper arm quiver and shake with the movement. If she kept up her eating she would weigh more than 275 pounds by the time Sean got home. A smile grew on her dimpled face at the thought of Sean coming home to a 275-pound wife. She hadn't mentioned her changes during any of her conversations with him, and she was sure Heather hadn't either. She wanted to surprise him.
Jenny finished her bath and dressed in the size 24 sweatsuit Heather laid out for her. She laughed when she saw how big the outfit was on her. "I guess Heather plans for me to do some eating," she said, pulling the waistband out about 3 inches. "I'll never be able to get these tight enough to orgasm."
About noon Jenny sat down in the dining room and Heather began serving her the Thanksgiving feast. She didn't want Jenny to know just how mush food she'd prepared so she delivered small portions at a time. As Jenny sat eating her appetizer she was completely unaware of just how much of an appetizer it was. Heather had used all of the Sanovit in Jenny's appetizers. By one oclock, when Heather served the first course of rich lobster bisque, Jenny was absolutely ravenous. She took the first bowl and drank it down in a few gulps. Heather set out an even bigger bowl.
Throughout the afternoon Jenny continued in her gluttony. By the time Heather started serving the desserts, Jenny noticed that most of the slack was gone in her sweats. This caused her to redouble her efforts. She hoped that she would be able to finish everything. She'd been in mild pain for some time, but felt she couldn't stop until she finished everything. The first two pies went down with relative ease, but by the time she started on the cakes, she was having doubts.
After she finished the first double chocolate cake she stopped to rub her belly, and as she did she could feel it resting between her thighs and pressing lightly on her clit. She also noticed the waistband of the sweats was finally starting to dig into the soft flab of her belly. This brought her to an eating frenzy, causing her to take double handfuls of cake and shove them into her mouth. She didn't even bother to waste time chewing, just shoved it in and swallowed. She could feel the large chunks of cake as they would added weight and volume to her fat gut. She finished all that Heather had put out and looked at the sweats.
The waistband had sunken in only about an inch, and she knew that wasn't tight enough to get her an orgasm. She asked Heather for more dessert, who told her she didn't have anymore dessert, but there was some leftover gravy. With a sly grin, Heather brought out the melted lard and some bread. Jenny took the loaf of bread and put the whole thing in the pot of gravy, and using a large serving spoon she gulped down the lard-soaked bread. She finished the bread and picked up the pot and drank down the remaining fat. With a groan of pain and pleasure, Jenny loosened the waist band from her fat gut and had herself a great orgasm.
When Heather helped her grossly fat mistress up and onto the scale, they were both surprised to see the numbers rise to 230 pounds. Jenny had packed more than 25 pounds of fattening food into her bulging, flabby gut. Heather knew that most of that 25 pounds would be retained in the morning. She led Jenny off to bed. "Plenty of fat, and plenty of sleep," Heather thought. It was just what Jenny needed to be the wife Sean dreamed of.
Seans Homecoming
Parts 1 & 2
By Anonymous
Parts 1 & 2
By Anonymous
"Love you too," Jenny said as she hung up the phone. Sean had called her from the airport to tell her he was on his way to the Middle East. The trip came about at the last minute; he didn't even have time to come home to pack. He told her he would be home for Christmas, but that was over three months away.
As hard as it was for Jenny to have him away, she couldn't complain much. Sean had a well-paying job. They had everything money could buy, and he really loved her. "At least I think he does," she said out loud, remembering their last few sessions in bed. He seemed less attentive, and more mechanical then usual. She couldn't understand that because she worked hard to keep herself in good shape. At 5'2" and 102 pounds she felt her 34-20-36 body was just right.
Fate has a strange way of changing peoples lives, as Jenny found out later that afternoon. She had just come back from her afternoon run as the mailman was coming to the gate. She took the mail from him and continued up the walk. She was almost knocked over by Heather, the maid.
"Sorry Mam, I was just going for the mail, and I didn't see you," she stammered out an apology.
"No harm done, and don't worry about the mail, I've got it," Jenny said indicating the bundle tucked under her arm. The maids eyes went wide with horror when she saw the large white envelope with the rest of the mail. She quickly regained her composure.
"Thank you, Mam, I'll take it and sort it," she said, reaching for the bundle.
"That won't be necessary," Jenny said, instinctively protecting the mail under her arm.
"But Mr. Pearson always has me sort the mail," the frightened maid protested.
"Well, Mr. Pearson will be away for awhile, so I'll take care of the mail!" Jenny said in a huff.
She turned to the house as the maid mumbled, "As you wish."
"I wonder what had that girl so spooked?" Jenny thought as she tossed the mail on the dresser. "She's always been loyal to Sean." Then it hit her, Sean was having an affair, and Heather was covering for him. That's why she looked so frightened when she saw I had the mail!
"Damn!" she spat, as she looked through the pile of envelopes in front of her. There must be something in here from his girlfriend. There was nothing but all the usual bills and junk mail; the only thing out of the ordinary was the large white envelope. It was from "The Caldara Co. Before she realized what she was doing, she had opened the envelope. With trembling hands she reached in and pulled out the contents. Still shaking she read the cover letter.
Sean,
Thank you for your story. You'll be happy to know we received it in time to make this issue. We think you will also enjoy the photo shoot in this issue as it coincides with your story line.
Keep up the good work.
"Belly Busters"
Jenny gasped out loud when she flipped over the cover letter and saw the black and white photo spread. It was of a fat blonde dressed in a tank top and spandex shorts. She was sitting in a chair with her wrists and ankles strapped down, and a tube from some type of machine was in her mouth. There were six pictures in the set. Each one showed the blondes belly growing larger and larger, until in the last one the tank top and shorts had split their seams, allowing her beach ball-size belly to fill her lap. She hollered for Heather. While she waited she looked through the rest of the newsletter.
"Yes Mam," the maid said as she came bursting through the door.
"What do you know about this stuff?" Jenny demanded pointing to the package on the dresser. Heather just stood looking down at her feet. "Well! I'm waiting," Jenny continued.
The maid finally told her that Sean had been getting things in the mail for about a year now, and he had instructed her to put them in his desk in the study when they came. He had given her a key for the drawer. Under the threat of being fired, Jenny got Heather to unlock the drawer in Seans desk, then told her to leave.
She felt like crap for snooping, but she couldn't stop now. She took the contents and spread them out on the desk. More "Belly Busters," a magazine call "Buf" and something called 'F.F.I." with drawings and pictures of fat women. Confused and angry, Jenny started reading.
It was after midnight when Jenny finished reading the last copy of "Belly Busters." While still confused, she was no longer angry, in fact she was intrigued and even somewhat aroused by some of the women's descriptions of being force fed, and of self overeating. Realizing the time and the fact that Heather hadn't called her for dinner, she took one of the newsletters with her to read while she had a snack. She fixed herself a salad while she reread a story about a woman who would eat herself to orgasm.
By the time she finished the story her salad was gone. "Hummm, I wonder......." she thought as she got up and started looking through the cabinets. It didn't take long to find what she was looking for. Halloween was a week away, and she knew Heather would be stocking up on candy. She found a bag of bite-sized Milky Ways. She took them back to the table and unwrapped a half dozen. She started reading the story again and as she read she tried to mimic the woman in the story. Each time she would take a bite, Jenny would pop a candy bar in her own mouth. The six she unwrapped hadn't been enough, so she stopped reading long enough to unwrap twelve more, then another dozen after that.
By the time she finished the story she had eaten almost half the bag of candy. Jenny looked down to see her tummy pushing out tightly against her jeans. She took four more bars and stuffed them in her mouth at once. As she did she reached down to undo the button of her jeans. The sudden release of tension on her stomach, combined with the sensation of her mouth being full of the creamy chocolate brought her to orgasm.
Painfully full and completely spent, Jenny got up and went to bed, not bothering to clean up or even put away the newsletter.
Heather smiled from her hiding place as she watched Jenny leave the kitchen, her tight little tummy poking out from her open jeans. A light sleeper, Heather had heard noises in the kitchen. Thinking mice might have gotten into the candy, she got up to investigate. She got to the doorway in time to see Jenny stuffing candy bars in her mouth, one after another.
When she was sure Jenny was back in her room, she went over to the table and counted the candy wrappers that littered the table and the floor. She was surprised to find over 48 of them - more than half the two-pound bag.
"So little Miss Priss has a sweet tooth," Heather said out loud, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. She left the kitchen and went to the study looking at the new issue of "Belly Busters." Sean had told her he had written a story and hoped it would be in this issue. Heather found it on the desk already open to Sean's story. "Jenny must have read it already," she thought, picking up the paper.
On her way back to bed she stopped to check on Jenny. She was moaning in her sleep, her hands folded over her tummy. "By the time Sean gets home you'll really have a belly to hold onto," she whispered to the sleeping woman, and went back to her room.
Jenny woke to the ringing phone; she wondered why Heather didn't answer it. She rolled over to get the phone. "Ow!" She let out a yelp as she turned on her still tightly packed belly. "Hello?" she said, still in mild discomfort. It was Heather on the other end. She had called to tell Jenny that Sean had called earlier, but she hadn't been able to wake her. He said he would call back that night. She also wanted to tell Jenny that she had made coffee and it would be ready at 10:00. She would be shopping all morning but would be back in time to make dinner.
Jenny hung up and looked at the clock, 9:45. Time for a shower and a quick cup of coffee before her run. "Ohff," she looked down at her normally flat stomach , still stretched taunt with the pound plus of candy. She ran her fingers over her tummy causing a light tingle between her legs.
Jenny finished her masturbation in the shower, then dressed in a tight blue lycra running suit and stopped in the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. She was overwhelmed by the strong cherry taste to the coffee. As she sat at the table sipping it she saw the note from Heather.
Hope you like the coffee, it's a special blend I found out about from my brother-in-law.
Jenny finished the coffee and headed out for her morning four miles. She had only gone about a mile and a half when her stomach started rumbling gently. "Easy," she told herself. "You know youre not allowed to have anything but coffee until lunch." She tried to ignore the rumbling and continued. She had barely gone a half mile more, when the rumbling became more insistent, now accompanied by a pain. Still trying to ignore it, Jenny slowed to a fast walk. She saw a street vendor hawking bagels and coffee.
"Maybe a plain bagel will quiet things down," Jenny thought. She stopped long enough to get a bagel, then tried to pick her pace back up while munching on the bagel. Jenny finished the bagel in a matter of a few bites, and was back up to a full run.
After only a few blocks the hunger was back stronger than before. Jenny stopped, almost doubling over with the gnawing feeling in her gut. "I wonder what's wrong with me? I've never felt this way before." As she was trying to get herself under control she heard a car horn, and looked up to see Heather's car pulling up to the curb. It didn't take much on Heather's part to talk Jenny into the car. Jenny told her of the unusual hunger she had felt during her run, and Heather offered to take Jenny back to the house.
While they were riding, Jenny could smell the fresh-baked goods from the box in the back seat. Her stomach growled so loud Heather could hear it over her chatter, and the radio.
"Cupcakes," she said to Jenny. "I always bring my sister some when I go there. I don't think she'll miss one." Jenny was already reaching over the seat before Heather had finished her sentence. Heather smiled as she watched Jenny take one in each hand and literally shove them in her mouth. Jenny had barely finished those two when she took two more.
Jenny was eating on automatic, two cupcakes at a time. By the time Heather pulled into the driveway the entire two dozen sweets were in Jenny's tummy. She was moaning due to the load she had crammed in. Heather couldn't help noticing how utterly stretched the lycra was over Jenny's swollen gut. She helped her out of the car and into the kitchen.
"Have some coffee, maybe that will help," Heather said, setting a fresh mug down in front of Jenny. She sat rubbing her belly while sipping the coffee. Heather was unpacking the rest of her shopping and had set a bag of Milky Ways on the table. Suddenly Jenny's hunger returned, along with a tingling. Remembering last night Jenny grabbed the bag.
"Do you mind?" she asked, already opening the bag. Heather just smiled.
Jenny started shoving the candy bars in her mouth two at a time. The faster she ate the tighter the lycra became, and the greater the tingling. By the time she finished half of the bag, her tummy was stretched to its max, and she was moaning with a combination of pain and pleasure. The waistband of her lycra pants dug firmly into the taut flesh of her gut. Jenny could no longer contain herself. She hooked both thumbs in the waist band and tugged it off her swollen gut. She almost passed out in the chair from the intensity of her orgasm.
Heather looked at her bosss wife, and smiled. "Things will progress well," she thought, glad she had placed that call to her brother-in-law. After all she had suspected her sister hadn't gotten to 400+ pounds all by herself. Pretending not to have noticed Jenny's orgasm, she refilled her mug.
"Why don't you finish your coffee and take a nap, maybe it'll settle your stomach."
Jenny started to protest, but Heather interrupted her, telling her she would wake her in time for her afternoon run. Jenny gulped down the rest of her coffee, and struggled out of her chair, and went to lie down with her pants still rolled down below her little potbelly.
While Jenny slept, Heather was busy preparing some treats for her bosss wife. She took the hypodermic and filled it with the reddish fluid she had gotten from her brother-in-law, and proceeded to inject a small amount into each chocolate covered cherry from a 5-pound box. She then used the rest of the vial to treat most of the highly fattening foods she had bought that morning. If what she was told was true, she would only have to spike Jenny's food for about a week. By that time she ought to have her well trained into stuffing herself on her own.
Heather took the cherries and put them in Jenny's room next to the bed. She wanted them close at hand when Jenny woke up. Then she went to the study to call her brother-in-law.
Jenny woke from her nap ravenously hungry. She sat up in bed rubbing her hands over her bloated abdomen. "I've got to stop this," she chided herself. "If I keep it up I'll turn into a big pig." Jenny giggled at this, remembering the intensity of her last few orgasms.
"If I can keep that up, maybe gaining a little weight wouldn't be that bad." As the tingling in her groin started up again she spotted the box of candies. "I've got to remember to thank Heather," she said biting down on the first of what would be many candies. Jenny plowed into the box with pure lust trying to fill up her stomach as fast as she could so she could release the building urgency of orgasm. When the last candy popped into her mouth she peeled down the now tearing fabric of her lycra pants, and once again by releasing the pressure on her belly she also released her orgasm.
Jenny struggled out of bed and headed to the shower; it was hard for her to walk with the weight of the food in her tightly packed tummy. She was shocked when she peeled off her running suit and saw how much her belly stuck out, low and round. She was in for a bigger shock when she stepped on the scale - 110 pounds. She had stuffed eight pounds of food into her gut in less than a full 24 hours. She knew that fantastic orgasms aside, she would have to cut out the bingeing.
Jenny got into the shower and found as she started to soap up her body she was beginning to feel hungry again. "How could I possible be hungry," she thought, fondling her newborn potbelly. The feeling persisted, and despite Jenny's attempts to think about other things, she found her thoughts drifting back to stuffing her belly to another orgasm. She let her hand drop between her legs trying to bring herself off again. As hard as she tried she just couldn't get over the edge.
Frustrated, she climbed out of the shower, dressed and padded back to the kitchen. The strong smell of Italian cooking had her stomach rumbling loudly before she even got through the doorway.
Heather had just taken a large pan of three-cheese lasagna out of the oven and was cooling it on top of the stove. Jenny's hunger became so strong it was painful. She walked to the stove, picked up the large serving spoon Heather had used to mix the cheese, and started shoveling mouthfuls down her throat. By the time Heather walked back in the room Jenny had eaten a quarter of the pan.
"Sorry," Jenny managed to mumble. "I just couldn't help myself, it smelled so good." Heather told her not to worry about it, she had made more. She took the pan and brought it to the table. Jenny sat down with the serving spoon still in her hand and devoured the rest of the pan. Heather made sure Jenny had plenty of cherry coke to wash it down with. As Jenny devoured her last spoonful, the snap and zipper of her jeans let go and she had another fantastic orgasm when her belly popped free.
When she recovered she sat back in her chair rubbing the round belly that stuck out through the abused denim. "I don't know what's happening to me," she said to Heather. "I've just been so hungry lately, and when I do eat I can't stop until I'm absolutely stuffed." Heather just dismissed her complaint as the blues because Sean would be away so long.
"Yeah, that must be it, Jenny agreed. "I'll just have to keep my mind occupied." She got up from the table and headed for the study, thinking maybe some reading would keep her occupied.
Heather was happy to see Jenny head to the study. She figured she had booby-trapped it well after she had finished talking with her brother-in-law. Heather had made sure that Jenny would find the right newsletters first, and had placed plenty of candy close at hand.
Jenny sat at Sean's desk with the fat literature still spread out on top. She leaned back in the chair allowing her overstuffed belly some breathing room and started picking through the material, reading it more closely than the night before. As she was reading the letters, one caught her attention. It was about a man who was married to a thin woman who was obsessed with dieting and exercise. No matter how hard he tried to convince her he would like her to put on some weight she kept resisting, until one day in desperation he tied her to a kitchen chair and force fed her until her belly tore through her pants. Jenny was getting both hot and hungry while she imagined she was the girl tied to the chair.
Jenny unconsciously picked at the candies that where next to the desk. Heather snuck up to the study and peeked in the doorway. She watched Jenny stuffing handfuls of candy in her mouth while she was engrossed in her reading. Heather knew that Jenny was hooked, and by the time Sean came home Jenny would be ready to make his dreams come true.
By the end of the week Jenny was completely addicted to food. She was spending all of her time stuffing her gut with the most fattening foods Heather could provide. She would wake in the morning and Heather would deliver a breakfast loaded down with pancakes, eggs, bacon, pastries, and cream. Not milk, but rich, heavy cream, and Jenny scarfed it all down. She would speed eat in order to fill her stomach. The faster she could expand her gut to tightly filling her clothing, the faster she could get to orgasm.
In the first few days her breakfast was enough, but by the end of the week Jenny would have to eat a breakfast, and start on a snack of a dozen doughnuts to get to this point. And she was adding weight rapidly. On Saturday she got on the scale to find she weighted 128 pounds. She figured about 5 pounds of it was the breakfast she'd just finished, which meant she'd gained 22 pounds in a week.
By Thanksgiving Jenny weighed 204 pounds, and was packing about 15 pounds of food in her bulging gut every day. The effect of her gluttony was astounding. Because her body was so used to a great deal of exercise every day, the sudden change in her habits caused her body to assimilate the food into mostly blubbery tissue. She was becoming fat and flabby. Her belly was sagging with the lack of muscle tone and the constant food overload.
Heather had outdone herself with the feast she prepared for Jenny's Thanksgiving, a full turkey dinner with all of the trimmings. There were pies of every type, apple, pumpkin, chocolate cream, and plenty of cookies placed all over the house. Even though she hadn't had to give Jenny any of the appetite drug in over four weeks, she'd gotten one more dose from her brother-in-law and liberally spiked Jenny's Thanksgiving breakfast. She wanted to be sure Jenny was hungry enough to finish all of the days offerings.
Jenny was just starting to stir when Heather rolled the 3-tiered breakfast cart into the room. "Smells good," Jenny said, struggling to sit up in bed. "What ya got."
Heather brought the cart to the side of the bed and uncovered the top tray, which held two dozen Danish, a quart of heavy cream, and a platter of pancakes swimming in butter and syrup. The second tray had a large platter of sausage patties that had been fried in lard, and a platter of fatty bacon. The bottom tray had three large platters of different types of eggs, and another two quarts of cream.
Jenny smiled at the amount of food presented to her. She had on one of her loosest nightgowns and it would take a load of food to tighten it enough to reach orgasm; she just hoped she could eat it all.
"I don't think I can finish all of this," she said.
"I'm sure you won't have a problem," Heather told her. "If you need help, call me." Jenny smiled and spread her thighs apart to allow her 38" gut room to grow, and dug in. Heather watched as ounce after ounce found its way into Jenny's growing stomach. The faster Jenny ate, the faster her stomach seemed to visibly grow. Within 15 minutes she had finished the Danish, pancakes, and sausage.
Heather excitedly watched Jenny take her fork and eat the greasy residue she scraped from the sausage platter. Jenny never slowed, going through the bacon and eggs in another 10 minutes. As she gulped down the last of the cream her nightgown split up the side, bringing on another fantastic orgasm.
Heather helped her out of bed and into the tub for a hot bath, then went to put the finishing touches on dinner. Jenny's licking the grease from the platter had given Heather another idea. She was going to make gravy from pure lard with a little turkey flavoring.
Jenny couldn't believe the woman she was becoming. As she sat and soaked in the tub she traced her hands over her fattening body. Her big flabby belly rose from the soapsuds like an island in the Pacific. She lifted a fat arm out of the water to pick from the candy dish Heather had set by the tub, watching the fat upper arm quiver and shake with the movement. If she kept up her eating she would weigh more than 275 pounds by the time Sean got home. A smile grew on her dimpled face at the thought of Sean coming home to a 275-pound wife. She hadn't mentioned her changes during any of her conversations with him, and she was sure Heather hadn't either. She wanted to surprise him.
Jenny finished her bath and dressed in the size 24 sweatsuit Heather laid out for her. She laughed when she saw how big the outfit was on her. "I guess Heather plans for me to do some eating," she said, pulling the waistband out about 3 inches. "I'll never be able to get these tight enough to orgasm."
About noon Jenny sat down in the dining room and Heather began serving her the Thanksgiving feast. She didn't want Jenny to know just how mush food she'd prepared so she delivered small portions at a time. As Jenny sat eating her appetizer she was completely unaware of just how much of an appetizer it was. Heather had used all of the Sanovit in Jenny's appetizers. By one oclock, when Heather served the first course of rich lobster bisque, Jenny was absolutely ravenous. She took the first bowl and drank it down in a few gulps. Heather set out an even bigger bowl.
Throughout the afternoon Jenny continued in her gluttony. By the time Heather started serving the desserts, Jenny noticed that most of the slack was gone in her sweats. This caused her to redouble her efforts. She hoped that she would be able to finish everything. She'd been in mild pain for some time, but felt she couldn't stop until she finished everything. The first two pies went down with relative ease, but by the time she started on the cakes, she was having doubts.
After she finished the first double chocolate cake she stopped to rub her belly, and as she did she could feel it resting between her thighs and pressing lightly on her clit. She also noticed the waistband of the sweats was finally starting to dig into the soft flab of her belly. This brought her to an eating frenzy, causing her to take double handfuls of cake and shove them into her mouth. She didn't even bother to waste time chewing, just shoved it in and swallowed. She could feel the large chunks of cake as they would added weight and volume to her fat gut. She finished all that Heather had put out and looked at the sweats.
The waistband had sunken in only about an inch, and she knew that wasn't tight enough to get her an orgasm. She asked Heather for more dessert, who told her she didn't have anymore dessert, but there was some leftover gravy. With a sly grin, Heather brought out the melted lard and some bread. Jenny took the loaf of bread and put the whole thing in the pot of gravy, and using a large serving spoon she gulped down the lard-soaked bread. She finished the bread and picked up the pot and drank down the remaining fat. With a groan of pain and pleasure, Jenny loosened the waist band from her fat gut and had herself a great orgasm.
When Heather helped her grossly fat mistress up and onto the scale, they were both surprised to see the numbers rise to 230 pounds. Jenny had packed more than 25 pounds of fattening food into her bulging, flabby gut. Heather knew that most of that 25 pounds would be retained in the morning. She led Jenny off to bed. "Plenty of fat, and plenty of sleep," Heather thought. It was just what Jenny needed to be the wife Sean dreamed of.
