Britt Reid
Library Editor
~BBW, Eating, Love, ~MWG - a former chubette finds out her new loving husband likes all he can get of her
Chapter One – prologue
Happily married before 30 was the goal Shannon had set herself four years earlier. And here she was now, two years ahead of her schedule, having her honeymoon in Hawaii with Greg, her fresh husband.
Greg was everything Shannon had ever hoped from a man: handsome, kind, intelligent and honest. She could hardly believe she had achieved her dream, but three years of discipline and restraint had finally paid off. Sipping her orange juice and trying not to look at the bountiful breakfast buffet too longingly, Shannon thought about the past as she contemplated the future.
“When I started this project, I thought only about getting thin enough to find a man. Now I've done it, but what now? Do I have to torture myself for the rest of my life to keep the man I 've found?”
Shannon was hiding a secret from her sweetheart, one she feared could ruin all she now had – for the svelte Shannon of today had but a few short years before been happy but decidedly hefty. Some might even have thought her a bit of a blimp.
Now she couldn't help noticing that the baked section of the breakfast buffet was of exceptional quality. She tried to remember how cheese filled croissants had tasted. Or fresh chocolate muffins. Or warm, soft chocolate chip cookies. It had been four years since she had tasted any of them. And Greg hadn’t a clue as to her familiarity with such treats.
“Honey, are you okay? You look worried,” Greg inquired.
“Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking how fattening the breakfast buffet here is. I'd gain a pound from just one of those muffins.”
“Oh come on, Shannon! It's our honeymoon, we're supposed to indulge and enjoy ourselves. And besides a few extra pounds would only shed that ‘single and searching’ look from you. Have you ever even tasted those things? I think not!”
Greg’s tone was jocular and obviously intended to be liberating, but to Shannon it was as though he was mocking and taunting her. He obviously hadn’t a clue.
Shannon had managed to keep her earlier profession and weight a secret for the most part. There were some pics of her when she was still studying to be a baker, but at that time she had been only plump. She felt Greg really didn't need to know that a year after her graduation, a year of working in a bakery, Shannon had been a real fatty. He thought that when she’d not found an opening in her field of choice and become instead an outgoing and knowledgeable clerk in the retail a crafts store where they had met.
Shannon had no idea how fat exactly she had been at her peak. She had refused to step on a scale or even wear anything else than stretchy clothes. Still she was inwardly certain that at her fattest she had been pushing at least 250 pounds, which is pretty much for 5'5".
“Oh Greg it would ruin my figure. And besides I might develop a sweet tooth and that would definitely be the end of my slender waist,” she responded. .
Greg shrugged, giving up as he didn't want to argue against Shannon's fitness lifestyle. He sometimes imagined how Shannon would look like if she were a bit plumper. The few pics he had seen of her when she was younger, just out of high school and a bit plump, were really hot though she had been almost too young to look womanly in her plumpness. But it wasn't her weight he had fallen for.
Shannon had a bubbly and always happy personality that made Greg smile whenever he saw her and that was the reason he had married her – well, one of the reasons anyway. But if Shannon were to get plump again, he definitely wouldn't mind. And if she got really fat? Well, as long as she were healthy he wouldn't complain. But that part of his thinking he’d kept from Shannon.
Shannon had a similar private side. Through high school she’d had a sweet tooth, especially for the exotic baked goods that were just too pricy to indulge in regularly. Already knowing a lot about cooking generally she decided it would be neat to learn how to make them herself. That’s why Shannon enrolled in a baking class that was part of her community college’s culinary program.
In her two years of college she’d started to pick up weight due to inactivity and a relaxed attitude towards food. Generous breakfasts, a luncheon buffet and meals at home for supper combined to add around forty pounds over two years. As her belly expanded she pulled down her waistband and let it comfortably spill over, wearing long tops to cover her growing gut. She was seemingly oblivious to how full-hipped she appeared in her over-stretched slacks
During school she'd had dates and even a few short term half-boyfriends, but the guys she attracted seemed to be of a type. They didn't know how to handle someone who could eat a full meal and still have room for dessert. More than once she was dumped because she was "too fat and ugly" or "destined to become a porker." Actually she was only a modest size 14 and she didn’t think of herself as being any such thing. She just soldiered on, in denial over how her too small clothes made her look, figuring she’d find someone more decent eventually.
After graduation she started her job at the bakery (Fred's Baked Goods, a small but prospering family company). Things got worse quickly as she seemed to have a natural talent for gaining weight.
At first it was just nibbling here and there and taking a few pastries home for the evening. But everything was free for the employees of Fred's Baked Goods and Fred didn't care how much his workers took home – he just didn’t want them eating on clock time. Since the business was prospering and he wanted his employees to be happy Shannon found herself taking bigger bags home in the evenings.
Shannon soon became the bakery’s pastry specialist, mastering not just standard fare such as tarts, jelly rolls and bear claws, but exotic dishes such as connoli, kolache, profiterole, kringle and the like. She also was able to turn out mousses with exotic flavors such as mango, raspberry, white chocolate, caramel and espresso. She became the restaurant’s adviser to caterers and wedding planners looking for “something unique.’
It should have been no surprise that Shannon became the best fan of her own goodies, frequently taking some home, having part in the evening and then the remainder with breakfast the next day. And every month, combined with calorie rich meals generally, these indulgences inevitably added up to a few more pounds.
After working for a year in the bakery Shannon had a crisis. She was nearly 21, living on her own with a steady job and good benefits. The only thing missing was a man.
There really wasn't much going on in Shannon's personal life at that point. She had a few friends from school and they went out once in a while. This made Shannon concentrate mostly on work. She taken extra shifts and been determined to be the best worker at Fred's. And with her creative talent she'd been a success - she even had money in the bank to prove it.
But being fulfilled without a partner wasn't easy. Being tired after work she usually just sat on the sofa and watched tv and ate. Eating mindlessly just for the sensual enjoyment became an effortless and enjoyable way for her to comfort herself and many nights she went to bed with a full belly.
Naturally she continued to gain weight. At first Shannon didn't even really notice. Usually when she got home, she took off her tight clothes and changed into stretch pants or a robe so she didn't have anything to restrict her swelling belly while she emptied the bags of goodies. But soon even that didn't help and one morning Shannon had to give up on her favorite size 16 jeans as they just wouldn't button.
Shannon didn't really care to know how big she was so she just bought stretch pants and loose shirts and avoided using the scales. She was in denial about her growing body, or at least she didn't want to deal with the issue.
Instead she kept bringing more and more food home, both from Fred’s and the grocery as well as other sources, and started to have all-night binges where she just lay on the sofa, stared at the tv and ate. She only stopped if she was in pain from being too full or when the food ran out. And if the latter happened, she sometimes made sure to bring even more food home the next day.
Time went by in a haze of long shifts and countless hours of eating. Shannon wasn't really unhappy, but definitely not estatic and fulfilled either. Most of the time she felt just numb. She was aware that she was getting fatter, but since she was out of most social circles, she didn't feel that bad about it.
She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but some nights after eating with abandon for hours, she had a strange ritual. She would take the last bite of the last donut or cake or pastry and lean back feeling the sides of her swollen middle and have this strange sensation of achievement, comfort and naughtiness. At that time she didn't really bother to think about it, she felt good and that was enough.
Since Shannon ate tremendous amounts of fattening food every day her belly was always bloated. When she got home from work, she immediately stripped off all her constraining clothes and snacked throughout most evenings.
There was variety – and not always éclairs, cream filled donuts or cheesecake from the bakery. Although scarcely a week passed without indulging in all of these there was also ice cream, pizza, stroganoff from Stouffers, meatloaf, Cornish game hens and potatoes – always potatoes with various condiments: sour cream, melted cheese, butter etc.
One evening Shannon finally began to think of herself as truly fat. She had just put down an empty ice cream pint. She was breathing heavily, stuffed to the max and her belly was simply huge. Even though she was lying on her back, it rose up like a mountain, starting right below her ribcage with a steep arc upwards so high Shannon had no hope of seeing her feet even if she raised her head.
The huge load of food gurgled inside making her skin feel like her clothes did - too small. Two years into her job at the bakery Shannon was now so fat that even her biggest original stretch pants were ripping at the seams even though she hadn't even pulled them over her belly for weeks.
The rest of her body reflected this image. Her boobs overflowed all her bras and her largest shirts were like painted on her and her belly pushed them up making them look like tops. Bright red stretch marks covered her stomach and sides, few even on her upper arms that had also grown so that seams were splitting even on her t-shirt sleeves. Her thighs met halfway to her knees and were by this point making her waddle a bit already.
Shannon didn't feel bad about her fat though, although she was aware that she should be. All the jiggly fat felt comfortable and erotically sensual to touch. Her problem was that food binges, although enjoyable, weren’t the same as having a man.
Shannon continued with her erotic food binges. One of her favorites involved ice cream that had melted and become just thick cream that could be blended with lots of Hershey's chocolate syrup. A spoon was unnecessary and Shannon greedily just wanted to get it inside her fast so she just brought it to her lips started to drink it. She tended to do this on her back, which was difficult but a lot easier than anything else since she didn't want to move when the sugar rush came.
One evening she engaged in this ritual, the brownish cream flowing into her lips and also onto her cheeks. By the time she was done, her face and the sofa were a mess. Now she had serious pain in her stomach. That was her sign that she was done for the evening.
On this occasion, however, Shannon realized with a sudden flash that she wasn't able to get up from the sofa. She didn't need to, and she would be able to stand up later when some of the food was digested, but it wouldn't be easy. It hadn't been easy for some time and she realized that it was getting harder every night. Panic shot through her.
“Oh great – what’s going on? Am I too fat to get up from my couch?“ she exclaimed out loud.
The thought of being unable to handle herself was really scary. True it was only temporary as she was just too stuffed to move, but she imagined herself being too fat to move around.
Later that evening when she was able to get up, she looked at herself from a mirror. OK, no question. she was FAT! She had a double chin, round cheeks, huge tits that rested on her belly. Her spherical belly was the biggest part of her though. It pushed out inches further than her breasts and it formed two distinct parts: the upper belly that was pushing out the most as she was full of food, and the lower belly that covered part of her pubic mound and was quickly approaching her fat thighs even when she stood.
As much as she liked eating and her ambivalent attitude about her fat, Shannon decided to change her life. She could easily imagine herself five years later hugely fat, lonely and miserable. She didn't want to spend her life alone. She would have to lose all the extra weight and start living like her image of normal people. Most of all, she wanted a husband so she could start a family.
For six months Shannon tried to control her intake and begin losing, but after a few days of strict dieting the temptations of the bakery got to her. She didn’t binge as much but she didn’t seem to be losing either.
Shannon knew she had some will power but decided her bakery job was too much temptation. So amidst many regrets from her employer, she quit her job at Fred's and went into retail. She began eating small low calorie meals five times a day and succeeded at something she inwardly hated – dieting. She had no idea how much she lost but went from size 22 down to 12 in less than two years. That’s when she met Greg; and now at 27 she was on her honeymoon.
Shannon’s Odyssey
By Severino
By Severino
Chapter One – prologue
Happily married before 30 was the goal Shannon had set herself four years earlier. And here she was now, two years ahead of her schedule, having her honeymoon in Hawaii with Greg, her fresh husband.
Greg was everything Shannon had ever hoped from a man: handsome, kind, intelligent and honest. She could hardly believe she had achieved her dream, but three years of discipline and restraint had finally paid off. Sipping her orange juice and trying not to look at the bountiful breakfast buffet too longingly, Shannon thought about the past as she contemplated the future.
“When I started this project, I thought only about getting thin enough to find a man. Now I've done it, but what now? Do I have to torture myself for the rest of my life to keep the man I 've found?”
Shannon was hiding a secret from her sweetheart, one she feared could ruin all she now had – for the svelte Shannon of today had but a few short years before been happy but decidedly hefty. Some might even have thought her a bit of a blimp.
Now she couldn't help noticing that the baked section of the breakfast buffet was of exceptional quality. She tried to remember how cheese filled croissants had tasted. Or fresh chocolate muffins. Or warm, soft chocolate chip cookies. It had been four years since she had tasted any of them. And Greg hadn’t a clue as to her familiarity with such treats.
“Honey, are you okay? You look worried,” Greg inquired.
“Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking how fattening the breakfast buffet here is. I'd gain a pound from just one of those muffins.”
“Oh come on, Shannon! It's our honeymoon, we're supposed to indulge and enjoy ourselves. And besides a few extra pounds would only shed that ‘single and searching’ look from you. Have you ever even tasted those things? I think not!”
Greg’s tone was jocular and obviously intended to be liberating, but to Shannon it was as though he was mocking and taunting her. He obviously hadn’t a clue.
Shannon had managed to keep her earlier profession and weight a secret for the most part. There were some pics of her when she was still studying to be a baker, but at that time she had been only plump. She felt Greg really didn't need to know that a year after her graduation, a year of working in a bakery, Shannon had been a real fatty. He thought that when she’d not found an opening in her field of choice and become instead an outgoing and knowledgeable clerk in the retail a crafts store where they had met.
Shannon had no idea how fat exactly she had been at her peak. She had refused to step on a scale or even wear anything else than stretchy clothes. Still she was inwardly certain that at her fattest she had been pushing at least 250 pounds, which is pretty much for 5'5".
“Oh Greg it would ruin my figure. And besides I might develop a sweet tooth and that would definitely be the end of my slender waist,” she responded. .
Greg shrugged, giving up as he didn't want to argue against Shannon's fitness lifestyle. He sometimes imagined how Shannon would look like if she were a bit plumper. The few pics he had seen of her when she was younger, just out of high school and a bit plump, were really hot though she had been almost too young to look womanly in her plumpness. But it wasn't her weight he had fallen for.
Shannon had a bubbly and always happy personality that made Greg smile whenever he saw her and that was the reason he had married her – well, one of the reasons anyway. But if Shannon were to get plump again, he definitely wouldn't mind. And if she got really fat? Well, as long as she were healthy he wouldn't complain. But that part of his thinking he’d kept from Shannon.
Shannon had a similar private side. Through high school she’d had a sweet tooth, especially for the exotic baked goods that were just too pricy to indulge in regularly. Already knowing a lot about cooking generally she decided it would be neat to learn how to make them herself. That’s why Shannon enrolled in a baking class that was part of her community college’s culinary program.
In her two years of college she’d started to pick up weight due to inactivity and a relaxed attitude towards food. Generous breakfasts, a luncheon buffet and meals at home for supper combined to add around forty pounds over two years. As her belly expanded she pulled down her waistband and let it comfortably spill over, wearing long tops to cover her growing gut. She was seemingly oblivious to how full-hipped she appeared in her over-stretched slacks
During school she'd had dates and even a few short term half-boyfriends, but the guys she attracted seemed to be of a type. They didn't know how to handle someone who could eat a full meal and still have room for dessert. More than once she was dumped because she was "too fat and ugly" or "destined to become a porker." Actually she was only a modest size 14 and she didn’t think of herself as being any such thing. She just soldiered on, in denial over how her too small clothes made her look, figuring she’d find someone more decent eventually.
After graduation she started her job at the bakery (Fred's Baked Goods, a small but prospering family company). Things got worse quickly as she seemed to have a natural talent for gaining weight.
At first it was just nibbling here and there and taking a few pastries home for the evening. But everything was free for the employees of Fred's Baked Goods and Fred didn't care how much his workers took home – he just didn’t want them eating on clock time. Since the business was prospering and he wanted his employees to be happy Shannon found herself taking bigger bags home in the evenings.
Shannon soon became the bakery’s pastry specialist, mastering not just standard fare such as tarts, jelly rolls and bear claws, but exotic dishes such as connoli, kolache, profiterole, kringle and the like. She also was able to turn out mousses with exotic flavors such as mango, raspberry, white chocolate, caramel and espresso. She became the restaurant’s adviser to caterers and wedding planners looking for “something unique.’
It should have been no surprise that Shannon became the best fan of her own goodies, frequently taking some home, having part in the evening and then the remainder with breakfast the next day. And every month, combined with calorie rich meals generally, these indulgences inevitably added up to a few more pounds.
After working for a year in the bakery Shannon had a crisis. She was nearly 21, living on her own with a steady job and good benefits. The only thing missing was a man.
There really wasn't much going on in Shannon's personal life at that point. She had a few friends from school and they went out once in a while. This made Shannon concentrate mostly on work. She taken extra shifts and been determined to be the best worker at Fred's. And with her creative talent she'd been a success - she even had money in the bank to prove it.
But being fulfilled without a partner wasn't easy. Being tired after work she usually just sat on the sofa and watched tv and ate. Eating mindlessly just for the sensual enjoyment became an effortless and enjoyable way for her to comfort herself and many nights she went to bed with a full belly.
Naturally she continued to gain weight. At first Shannon didn't even really notice. Usually when she got home, she took off her tight clothes and changed into stretch pants or a robe so she didn't have anything to restrict her swelling belly while she emptied the bags of goodies. But soon even that didn't help and one morning Shannon had to give up on her favorite size 16 jeans as they just wouldn't button.
Shannon didn't really care to know how big she was so she just bought stretch pants and loose shirts and avoided using the scales. She was in denial about her growing body, or at least she didn't want to deal with the issue.
Instead she kept bringing more and more food home, both from Fred’s and the grocery as well as other sources, and started to have all-night binges where she just lay on the sofa, stared at the tv and ate. She only stopped if she was in pain from being too full or when the food ran out. And if the latter happened, she sometimes made sure to bring even more food home the next day.
Time went by in a haze of long shifts and countless hours of eating. Shannon wasn't really unhappy, but definitely not estatic and fulfilled either. Most of the time she felt just numb. She was aware that she was getting fatter, but since she was out of most social circles, she didn't feel that bad about it.
She wouldn't have admitted it to anyone, but some nights after eating with abandon for hours, she had a strange ritual. She would take the last bite of the last donut or cake or pastry and lean back feeling the sides of her swollen middle and have this strange sensation of achievement, comfort and naughtiness. At that time she didn't really bother to think about it, she felt good and that was enough.
Since Shannon ate tremendous amounts of fattening food every day her belly was always bloated. When she got home from work, she immediately stripped off all her constraining clothes and snacked throughout most evenings.
There was variety – and not always éclairs, cream filled donuts or cheesecake from the bakery. Although scarcely a week passed without indulging in all of these there was also ice cream, pizza, stroganoff from Stouffers, meatloaf, Cornish game hens and potatoes – always potatoes with various condiments: sour cream, melted cheese, butter etc.
One evening Shannon finally began to think of herself as truly fat. She had just put down an empty ice cream pint. She was breathing heavily, stuffed to the max and her belly was simply huge. Even though she was lying on her back, it rose up like a mountain, starting right below her ribcage with a steep arc upwards so high Shannon had no hope of seeing her feet even if she raised her head.
The huge load of food gurgled inside making her skin feel like her clothes did - too small. Two years into her job at the bakery Shannon was now so fat that even her biggest original stretch pants were ripping at the seams even though she hadn't even pulled them over her belly for weeks.
The rest of her body reflected this image. Her boobs overflowed all her bras and her largest shirts were like painted on her and her belly pushed them up making them look like tops. Bright red stretch marks covered her stomach and sides, few even on her upper arms that had also grown so that seams were splitting even on her t-shirt sleeves. Her thighs met halfway to her knees and were by this point making her waddle a bit already.
Shannon didn't feel bad about her fat though, although she was aware that she should be. All the jiggly fat felt comfortable and erotically sensual to touch. Her problem was that food binges, although enjoyable, weren’t the same as having a man.
Shannon continued with her erotic food binges. One of her favorites involved ice cream that had melted and become just thick cream that could be blended with lots of Hershey's chocolate syrup. A spoon was unnecessary and Shannon greedily just wanted to get it inside her fast so she just brought it to her lips started to drink it. She tended to do this on her back, which was difficult but a lot easier than anything else since she didn't want to move when the sugar rush came.
One evening she engaged in this ritual, the brownish cream flowing into her lips and also onto her cheeks. By the time she was done, her face and the sofa were a mess. Now she had serious pain in her stomach. That was her sign that she was done for the evening.
On this occasion, however, Shannon realized with a sudden flash that she wasn't able to get up from the sofa. She didn't need to, and she would be able to stand up later when some of the food was digested, but it wouldn't be easy. It hadn't been easy for some time and she realized that it was getting harder every night. Panic shot through her.
“Oh great – what’s going on? Am I too fat to get up from my couch?“ she exclaimed out loud.
The thought of being unable to handle herself was really scary. True it was only temporary as she was just too stuffed to move, but she imagined herself being too fat to move around.
Later that evening when she was able to get up, she looked at herself from a mirror. OK, no question. she was FAT! She had a double chin, round cheeks, huge tits that rested on her belly. Her spherical belly was the biggest part of her though. It pushed out inches further than her breasts and it formed two distinct parts: the upper belly that was pushing out the most as she was full of food, and the lower belly that covered part of her pubic mound and was quickly approaching her fat thighs even when she stood.
As much as she liked eating and her ambivalent attitude about her fat, Shannon decided to change her life. She could easily imagine herself five years later hugely fat, lonely and miserable. She didn't want to spend her life alone. She would have to lose all the extra weight and start living like her image of normal people. Most of all, she wanted a husband so she could start a family.
For six months Shannon tried to control her intake and begin losing, but after a few days of strict dieting the temptations of the bakery got to her. She didn’t binge as much but she didn’t seem to be losing either.
Shannon knew she had some will power but decided her bakery job was too much temptation. So amidst many regrets from her employer, she quit her job at Fred's and went into retail. She began eating small low calorie meals five times a day and succeeded at something she inwardly hated – dieting. She had no idea how much she lost but went from size 22 down to 12 in less than two years. That’s when she met Greg; and now at 27 she was on her honeymoon.
