elroycohen
Steampunk Psycho
SSBBW, Feeding, Sex - A young man's hobby eventually turns into a flourishing career.
Even though he was far from a monogamous person it was not every night that Ryan made his way around town to visit three women. He generally was able to juggle them a bit more efficiently.
This one particular Friday was special. Special not just because of the plethora of lady friends to visit, but also because at the end of the long night he would get the e-mail that would change his life. Although when he took off for Missys house he had no idea.
Ryan was something of a ladies man, handsome by most peoples standards (if a tad on the short side) and charming in his own way, but he was a womanizer that was very different then you might think. And not just because the first lady on his stop happened to be his ex-girlfriend who had all but let her new boyfriend move in with her.
Ryan was pretty sure Missys new boyfriend would be at work, but he had no real reason to be sneaky. The guy knew very well Ryan came over to visit quite a bit. Heck, they had even been hanging out lately to watch football. Since he was carrying two big bags of barbeque from the cities finest rib joint and a basket full of muffins, Ryan figured it best if the overbearing calorie counter was not around.
Ryan shook his head when he saw Missy sweating profusely while seated very uncomfortably on a recumbent, stationary bike. At near 400 pounds Missy far exceeded the recommended weight limit for the cheaply constructed contraption. The thing looked like it came from the back corner of some discount stores clearance section.
Even a more sturdily built machine would have been a loss for Missys oversized figure. It looked as if it took all the effort she had in her muscles just to lift her globular legs up to the pedels. Even her feet were padded to the point they oozed around the tiny little pieces of plastic.
Missys largest asset, her ass, engulfed whatever seat was on the bike. It cascaded inches from the ground on from the low seated chair. A small portion of cloth from a pair of jogging shorts clung to a jutting glob of hip, soaked in sweat. Above that pale, moist rolls stacked up until a damp gray strip of damp fabric, meant to be a sports bra, barely covered what Ryan knew to be around a 58F rack. Her thick flabby arms stuck out to her sides, propped up by bunches of fat that filled up under her upper arms. It was obvious that an attempt by her to reach out past her massive breasts and even more massive belly to grab for the handles would be futile.
When Missy heard the door her flagging effort to move the pedels increased. Im just finishing up my twenty minutes, Doug.
She stopped suddenly to sniff the air. Hey, whats that smell?
She turned as much as she could in her precarious position.
Oh its just you.
Dont sound so excited. Ryan plopped himself down on a couch a few feet from the bike as if he owned the place. What, he went out and bought you a bike because the dance aerobics were working so well?
Missy sighed and let her heavy feet fall to the floor. My knees and back were causing me problems. He said this machine would be easier.
She flashed him a stern look. He has increased my cardio. Mostly because he knows youre sabotaging my program.
Ryan shook his head. Youre a natural overeater who hates exercise. How am I sabotaging something you dont want to be on? Id say hes sabotaging the program I had you on.
Another sigh. I sabotaged your program by breaking up with you.
But we said wed stay friends. Even Dougie knows that, and if I decide to treat my friends to supper when I visit, is that so bad?
Well he also knows that us being friends means you exploiting my love of food and tendency to overeat. It was four years of dating you that got me to be a five foot five, 440 pound woman.
I know, Ryan winked.
Remember our first date when you I took you out for pizza and you were embarrassed when you ate six slices and I told you that was exactly what I hoped would happen. We knew we were a perfect match right then and there. Ryan continued with a hint of nostalgia.
Perfect until you enabled me to eat myself into hips that were over seventy inches around. It took my whole half hour lunch at work just to get to the restroom and back, my legs were so thick and heavy.
I told you that you should have quit that job at the factory years ago.
Missy cast Ryan a scolding look and made an attempt to lift herself out of the bike. Thats not the point Ryan and you know it. We never mentioned specifics back when we first started going out. I was very excited to have found a man who loved my size and did not guilt me into dieting, I even thought it was sweet and a little sexy when you made reverse diets that were just obscene amounts of my favorite food. I even loved being able to turn you on by eating half a cheesecake naked, hunched over the counter wiggling my ass, but with you there was never any end. And you have this way about you that makes it hard to control myself. I mean I went from being 200 pounds and self-conscious about going to buffets, to being over 400 and expecting you to take me out to an all-you-can-eat place every weekend. I was outgrowing clothes before I was able to cut off tags. Id be over 500 pounds by now if we were still together.
Her voice suddenly lowered. Plus you couldnt stay faithful to save your life.
True, because the couple had not gotten into specifics, Missys excitement at being fed to her hearts content waned after she outgrew the largest sizes at her favorite plus-sized shop. And Ryan had not come to the realization that he was terrible at being a one woman man until after he and Missy had moved in together.
Ryan hung his head while he sulked over to his ex-girlfriend and helped her off the exercise machine that creaked with relief when her bulk was lifted. I know, I know. Youve moved on and found a man who forces you to work-out and eat salads and all that. I just thought it had been a week since Ive been over. That means its been at least that since youve had any ribs from Rollies. So how bout a treat while I tell you my good news?
I dont know, Ryan. Missy grunted from the effort to pull herself into a standing position, even with Ryans help.
Come on, you look so small. What do you weigh now?
373. She said wearily
My goodness youre wasting away. You deserve a little treat.
That and the delicious smell hanging in the air was all it took. Five minutes later Missy was at the kitchen table covered from her cheeks to her elbows in barbeque sauce, sucking meat off enough ribs to fill up a family of four.
So whats the good news? she asked through a mouthful of cornbread.
Besides that youve already eaten over a thousand calories? Ryan grinned.
You are so bad. Missy said in a sexy, playful voice that reminded both of them of when they were together.
The least you can do is massage my poor feet if you are going to sit there enjoying yourself so much. She made a failed attempt to lift a puffy pink foot up into Ryans lap.
He reached down and pulled it up the rest of the way and began firmly and deliberately sensual massaging.
I met someone new, he said and paused for reaction.
Good for you. What does that make, four now, you man-hore? she quipped. Who is she?
Only three and youd have to include Bennys sister, who doesnt really count. Anyway the new one is the assistant manager of the pizza place over on Main. Beckys her name.
Have you told her yet how everyone that dates you ends up as wide as they are tall and has to split time with your other girlfriends?
Not directly. She did say once it was ironic she worked at a pizza place since it was her favorite food and would probably never see single digit sizes again because of it. Then I told if we started dating Id make sure she got to eat pizza for every meal.
Missy grunted and pointed. From four years of living together Ryan knew that meant something was out of her reach and slid the carton of fried corn poofs within her grasp. Then his hands went back to the massage, that had moved up to Missys lumpy, blue-veined calf.
Whatd she say?
She chuckled and ate some more cheese bread. I got the feeling she thinks I was just being complimentary.
You are so bad. That reminds me of that month all you fed me was pizza. You made breakfast pizza, pan pizza, Chicago and dessert pizzas. I think I dreamed about being chased by a pizza cutter.
The massage moved up to Missys blubbery thigh while her chubby toes wiggled in Ryans crotch.
Generally Missy tried to make sure Ryan came over only when her boyfriend was around. She did this simply because she knew with his attitude and her lingering physical attraction to Ryan things like this were bound to happen.
It was more like a week, but I do remember how much you loved my homemade meat-lovers pizza. If I served you one slice at a time while we were watching a movie you could down like fifteen slices. Ryan paused to look down toward his crotch where Missys chubby toes had built a noticeable tent.
When he regained his composure he continued. And theres more good news. Abundant Curvature has a chance to make it to the presses.
The plus-sized Playboy? That silly hobby you wasted so much time on. she said, her voice completely devoid of belief. I mean I liked that you were excited to set up your little photo shoots with me. It made me feel sexy and all, but hours on the computer afterward futzing with the photos for some silly little mock up of a Playboy rip-off was a little much.
Looking a bit hurt by her comments Ryan explained. Ive been e-mailing back and forth with this guy. His family has a place that prints catalogs and brochures. He saw the web site I put together with all my articles and pictures. He seems almost more fanatical then me about his preference in fuller women and he knows a little bit about getting my ideas into a magazine-like layout and could swing it so we could get a small run of it printed up cheaply.
An unseen, friendly guy with connections on the Internet, theres something new. Missy mocked.
He says I have a real knack for photographing women and enhancing their natural beauty. Plus he was impressed with my blog on one particular subject of mine that was a gorgeous canning factory employee who thought her love of food and constant desire to eat was a disorder, until
Oh please, here we go.
she met a handsome young man who appreciated her for what she was and encouraged her natural desire to eat-
Until she became so food focused when she wasnt eating she was thinking about eating. I know I was there and it was great until my dream man turned out to be a womanizer.
Ryan shrugged. Anyway Ill probably just work with this guy to get a small run of one issue actually on paper, just to say I did it. But who knows.
Keep hope alive. She chuckled.
Anyway, how are things going with, Dougie?
Doug is very motivational. He says when I get below 350 hell take me to meet his family. When I get below 300 I get to meet his friends.
The massage stopped momentarily.
Sounds so much healthier then our relationship. Ryan said sarcastically. I hate to burst your bubble in case you havent noticed, but Dougie is over 300 pounds himself?
Missy burped. 330, but dont say anything to him. Hes sensitive, because he seems to be gaining lately. Who told you to stop the massage? You got my other foot to go yet.
Ryan stood up. His hands ran up the inside of her leg and disappeared under where her belly hung over her crotch. Ive got to finish this leg yet.
Missy bit the bottom of her lip and instinctively leaned forward as if to kiss Ryan when the sound of the front door opening caused them both to look wide-eyed at each other.
Ryan was the first with an idea. Clean this up and get into the bathroom to shower. Ill go stall him.
Missy nodded.
In the living room Doug was just talking off his jacket when Ryan scurried out of the kitchen.
Hey, man. Didnt know you were coming over? The slightly surprised man wearing a suit that obviously came from a big-and-tall store said.
Ryan tried to look nonchalant. Just stopped by to say hi. I think Missy must be in the shower. Looks like she just finished a work-out.
Yeah, shes been trying real hard to drop a few sizes. Doug nodded, obviously uncomfortable. He had generally been very accepting of Missys ex still hanging around, but often had nothing to say when he and Ryan were alone. He had been open to trying to get to know Ryan. Even hung out with him at the bar a few times for football Sundays, where Ryan would ply him with pitcher after pitcher of beer and Buffalo wings until his belly peeked out from beneath his XXL t-shirts.
Of course Ryan would have felt bad coming over with something for Missy and nothing for the new boyfriend. He grabbed the basket of muffins from where he had stashed it behind a chair when he first came in.
I guess Ill just leave this on the table for her. Some vendor brought it in for me, but I dont really care for stuff from this bakery. Ryan set the heaping basket on an end table. The bakery was one of the best in town. The huge muffins were rich and moist. With flavors that included chocolate chip and caramel pecan.
I know you guys are pretty heavy into your diets, but maybe it can be a treat. Ryan winked. Everything in moderation, right.
Okay, Ill tell her. See you later. Doug said sheepishly to Ryan as he left.
Ryan knew not one of the muffins would make it long enough to see Missy come out of the shower (as if shed be able to fit any more into her belly anyway). He knew Missy and Doug had met at an Overeaters Anonymous group. Both had left the group, but while Missy was guilted into dieting by Doug who projected his embarrassment of being fat onto her and in turn had managed to lose a bit of weight, Doug had clearly been going the other direction.
Thanks in no small part to Ryans visits along with his own preference to supervise Missys exercise rather then join in. Ryan could tell both of them would be much happier letting their inner gluttons out. He told Missy on numerous occasions he knew a few FFAs who would jump at the chance to pork Dougie up to a quarter ton. She always just rolled her eyes, never directly saying no. Ryan knew her well enough to know she wanted to try and conduct what she felt was a more normal relationship no matter how much he reminded her of how happy she had been.
So Ryan left the couple to digest their family size portion of smoked pork and half dozen mammoth muffins so he could go meet Becky on her break.
The Birth of Abundant Curvature
by Elroy Cohen
by Elroy Cohen
Ryan, Missy, Doug (Dougie)
Even though he was far from a monogamous person it was not every night that Ryan made his way around town to visit three women. He generally was able to juggle them a bit more efficiently.
This one particular Friday was special. Special not just because of the plethora of lady friends to visit, but also because at the end of the long night he would get the e-mail that would change his life. Although when he took off for Missys house he had no idea.
Ryan was something of a ladies man, handsome by most peoples standards (if a tad on the short side) and charming in his own way, but he was a womanizer that was very different then you might think. And not just because the first lady on his stop happened to be his ex-girlfriend who had all but let her new boyfriend move in with her.
Ryan was pretty sure Missys new boyfriend would be at work, but he had no real reason to be sneaky. The guy knew very well Ryan came over to visit quite a bit. Heck, they had even been hanging out lately to watch football. Since he was carrying two big bags of barbeque from the cities finest rib joint and a basket full of muffins, Ryan figured it best if the overbearing calorie counter was not around.
Ryan shook his head when he saw Missy sweating profusely while seated very uncomfortably on a recumbent, stationary bike. At near 400 pounds Missy far exceeded the recommended weight limit for the cheaply constructed contraption. The thing looked like it came from the back corner of some discount stores clearance section.
Even a more sturdily built machine would have been a loss for Missys oversized figure. It looked as if it took all the effort she had in her muscles just to lift her globular legs up to the pedels. Even her feet were padded to the point they oozed around the tiny little pieces of plastic.
Missys largest asset, her ass, engulfed whatever seat was on the bike. It cascaded inches from the ground on from the low seated chair. A small portion of cloth from a pair of jogging shorts clung to a jutting glob of hip, soaked in sweat. Above that pale, moist rolls stacked up until a damp gray strip of damp fabric, meant to be a sports bra, barely covered what Ryan knew to be around a 58F rack. Her thick flabby arms stuck out to her sides, propped up by bunches of fat that filled up under her upper arms. It was obvious that an attempt by her to reach out past her massive breasts and even more massive belly to grab for the handles would be futile.
When Missy heard the door her flagging effort to move the pedels increased. Im just finishing up my twenty minutes, Doug.
She stopped suddenly to sniff the air. Hey, whats that smell?
She turned as much as she could in her precarious position.
Oh its just you.
Dont sound so excited. Ryan plopped himself down on a couch a few feet from the bike as if he owned the place. What, he went out and bought you a bike because the dance aerobics were working so well?
Missy sighed and let her heavy feet fall to the floor. My knees and back were causing me problems. He said this machine would be easier.
She flashed him a stern look. He has increased my cardio. Mostly because he knows youre sabotaging my program.
Ryan shook his head. Youre a natural overeater who hates exercise. How am I sabotaging something you dont want to be on? Id say hes sabotaging the program I had you on.
Another sigh. I sabotaged your program by breaking up with you.
But we said wed stay friends. Even Dougie knows that, and if I decide to treat my friends to supper when I visit, is that so bad?
Well he also knows that us being friends means you exploiting my love of food and tendency to overeat. It was four years of dating you that got me to be a five foot five, 440 pound woman.
I know, Ryan winked.
Remember our first date when you I took you out for pizza and you were embarrassed when you ate six slices and I told you that was exactly what I hoped would happen. We knew we were a perfect match right then and there. Ryan continued with a hint of nostalgia.
Perfect until you enabled me to eat myself into hips that were over seventy inches around. It took my whole half hour lunch at work just to get to the restroom and back, my legs were so thick and heavy.
I told you that you should have quit that job at the factory years ago.
Missy cast Ryan a scolding look and made an attempt to lift herself out of the bike. Thats not the point Ryan and you know it. We never mentioned specifics back when we first started going out. I was very excited to have found a man who loved my size and did not guilt me into dieting, I even thought it was sweet and a little sexy when you made reverse diets that were just obscene amounts of my favorite food. I even loved being able to turn you on by eating half a cheesecake naked, hunched over the counter wiggling my ass, but with you there was never any end. And you have this way about you that makes it hard to control myself. I mean I went from being 200 pounds and self-conscious about going to buffets, to being over 400 and expecting you to take me out to an all-you-can-eat place every weekend. I was outgrowing clothes before I was able to cut off tags. Id be over 500 pounds by now if we were still together.
Her voice suddenly lowered. Plus you couldnt stay faithful to save your life.
True, because the couple had not gotten into specifics, Missys excitement at being fed to her hearts content waned after she outgrew the largest sizes at her favorite plus-sized shop. And Ryan had not come to the realization that he was terrible at being a one woman man until after he and Missy had moved in together.
Ryan hung his head while he sulked over to his ex-girlfriend and helped her off the exercise machine that creaked with relief when her bulk was lifted. I know, I know. Youve moved on and found a man who forces you to work-out and eat salads and all that. I just thought it had been a week since Ive been over. That means its been at least that since youve had any ribs from Rollies. So how bout a treat while I tell you my good news?
I dont know, Ryan. Missy grunted from the effort to pull herself into a standing position, even with Ryans help.
Come on, you look so small. What do you weigh now?
373. She said wearily
My goodness youre wasting away. You deserve a little treat.
That and the delicious smell hanging in the air was all it took. Five minutes later Missy was at the kitchen table covered from her cheeks to her elbows in barbeque sauce, sucking meat off enough ribs to fill up a family of four.
So whats the good news? she asked through a mouthful of cornbread.
Besides that youve already eaten over a thousand calories? Ryan grinned.
You are so bad. Missy said in a sexy, playful voice that reminded both of them of when they were together.
The least you can do is massage my poor feet if you are going to sit there enjoying yourself so much. She made a failed attempt to lift a puffy pink foot up into Ryans lap.
He reached down and pulled it up the rest of the way and began firmly and deliberately sensual massaging.
I met someone new, he said and paused for reaction.
Good for you. What does that make, four now, you man-hore? she quipped. Who is she?
Only three and youd have to include Bennys sister, who doesnt really count. Anyway the new one is the assistant manager of the pizza place over on Main. Beckys her name.
Have you told her yet how everyone that dates you ends up as wide as they are tall and has to split time with your other girlfriends?
Not directly. She did say once it was ironic she worked at a pizza place since it was her favorite food and would probably never see single digit sizes again because of it. Then I told if we started dating Id make sure she got to eat pizza for every meal.
Missy grunted and pointed. From four years of living together Ryan knew that meant something was out of her reach and slid the carton of fried corn poofs within her grasp. Then his hands went back to the massage, that had moved up to Missys lumpy, blue-veined calf.
Whatd she say?
She chuckled and ate some more cheese bread. I got the feeling she thinks I was just being complimentary.
You are so bad. That reminds me of that month all you fed me was pizza. You made breakfast pizza, pan pizza, Chicago and dessert pizzas. I think I dreamed about being chased by a pizza cutter.
The massage moved up to Missys blubbery thigh while her chubby toes wiggled in Ryans crotch.
Generally Missy tried to make sure Ryan came over only when her boyfriend was around. She did this simply because she knew with his attitude and her lingering physical attraction to Ryan things like this were bound to happen.
It was more like a week, but I do remember how much you loved my homemade meat-lovers pizza. If I served you one slice at a time while we were watching a movie you could down like fifteen slices. Ryan paused to look down toward his crotch where Missys chubby toes had built a noticeable tent.
When he regained his composure he continued. And theres more good news. Abundant Curvature has a chance to make it to the presses.
The plus-sized Playboy? That silly hobby you wasted so much time on. she said, her voice completely devoid of belief. I mean I liked that you were excited to set up your little photo shoots with me. It made me feel sexy and all, but hours on the computer afterward futzing with the photos for some silly little mock up of a Playboy rip-off was a little much.
Looking a bit hurt by her comments Ryan explained. Ive been e-mailing back and forth with this guy. His family has a place that prints catalogs and brochures. He saw the web site I put together with all my articles and pictures. He seems almost more fanatical then me about his preference in fuller women and he knows a little bit about getting my ideas into a magazine-like layout and could swing it so we could get a small run of it printed up cheaply.
An unseen, friendly guy with connections on the Internet, theres something new. Missy mocked.
He says I have a real knack for photographing women and enhancing their natural beauty. Plus he was impressed with my blog on one particular subject of mine that was a gorgeous canning factory employee who thought her love of food and constant desire to eat was a disorder, until
Oh please, here we go.
she met a handsome young man who appreciated her for what she was and encouraged her natural desire to eat-
Until she became so food focused when she wasnt eating she was thinking about eating. I know I was there and it was great until my dream man turned out to be a womanizer.
Ryan shrugged. Anyway Ill probably just work with this guy to get a small run of one issue actually on paper, just to say I did it. But who knows.
Keep hope alive. She chuckled.
Anyway, how are things going with, Dougie?
Doug is very motivational. He says when I get below 350 hell take me to meet his family. When I get below 300 I get to meet his friends.
The massage stopped momentarily.
Sounds so much healthier then our relationship. Ryan said sarcastically. I hate to burst your bubble in case you havent noticed, but Dougie is over 300 pounds himself?
Missy burped. 330, but dont say anything to him. Hes sensitive, because he seems to be gaining lately. Who told you to stop the massage? You got my other foot to go yet.
Ryan stood up. His hands ran up the inside of her leg and disappeared under where her belly hung over her crotch. Ive got to finish this leg yet.
Missy bit the bottom of her lip and instinctively leaned forward as if to kiss Ryan when the sound of the front door opening caused them both to look wide-eyed at each other.
Ryan was the first with an idea. Clean this up and get into the bathroom to shower. Ill go stall him.
Missy nodded.
In the living room Doug was just talking off his jacket when Ryan scurried out of the kitchen.
Hey, man. Didnt know you were coming over? The slightly surprised man wearing a suit that obviously came from a big-and-tall store said.
Ryan tried to look nonchalant. Just stopped by to say hi. I think Missy must be in the shower. Looks like she just finished a work-out.
Yeah, shes been trying real hard to drop a few sizes. Doug nodded, obviously uncomfortable. He had generally been very accepting of Missys ex still hanging around, but often had nothing to say when he and Ryan were alone. He had been open to trying to get to know Ryan. Even hung out with him at the bar a few times for football Sundays, where Ryan would ply him with pitcher after pitcher of beer and Buffalo wings until his belly peeked out from beneath his XXL t-shirts.
Of course Ryan would have felt bad coming over with something for Missy and nothing for the new boyfriend. He grabbed the basket of muffins from where he had stashed it behind a chair when he first came in.
I guess Ill just leave this on the table for her. Some vendor brought it in for me, but I dont really care for stuff from this bakery. Ryan set the heaping basket on an end table. The bakery was one of the best in town. The huge muffins were rich and moist. With flavors that included chocolate chip and caramel pecan.
I know you guys are pretty heavy into your diets, but maybe it can be a treat. Ryan winked. Everything in moderation, right.
Okay, Ill tell her. See you later. Doug said sheepishly to Ryan as he left.
Ryan knew not one of the muffins would make it long enough to see Missy come out of the shower (as if shed be able to fit any more into her belly anyway). He knew Missy and Doug had met at an Overeaters Anonymous group. Both had left the group, but while Missy was guilted into dieting by Doug who projected his embarrassment of being fat onto her and in turn had managed to lose a bit of weight, Doug had clearly been going the other direction.
Thanks in no small part to Ryans visits along with his own preference to supervise Missys exercise rather then join in. Ryan could tell both of them would be much happier letting their inner gluttons out. He told Missy on numerous occasions he knew a few FFAs who would jump at the chance to pork Dougie up to a quarter ton. She always just rolled her eyes, never directly saying no. Ryan knew her well enough to know she wanted to try and conduct what she felt was a more normal relationship no matter how much he reminded her of how happy she had been.
So Ryan left the couple to digest their family size portion of smoked pork and half dozen mammoth muffins so he could go meet Becky on her break.
