growinluvhandles
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Adapted from (and inspired by) "John's Ordeal"
BHM WG forcefeeding
NOTE: This is a clearly plagiaristic adaptation of the anonymous weight gain classic "John's Ordeal". This is an homage to the wonderful mystery of that story. I consider this a good writing exercise as I work on some longer original weight gain erotica.
Contains gluttony, erotic weight gain, feeding, sensuality, a bulging belly, love handles, a sexy hostess, beautiful breasts, wide hips and many other naughty and delightful things. If you do not like such things, go elsewhere now, or like John in the story, you might be tempted into some new erotic viewpoints.
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Heavy snow is falling. That often means an unexpected visitor, and I am very excited at the prospect of entertaining. I live in a small cottage far away from anyone else, miles away, on a narrow rural road.
I live here in the forest alone, and I don't get much company. But when I do, I certainly make my guests feel welcome. Lots of guys go hunting in these woods, and when the snow falls like this, they often make their way to my door lost and usually quite hungry.
Since early this morning, I could already sense that he is on his way. A woman like me just knows these kinds of things. Call it female intuition if you like, but my senses can practically smell and feel and hear his approach through these woods.
I make last-minute preparations for him as my body tingles with anticipation of having a new houseguest to stay a while with me. I have been cooking and baking all day in my kitchen.
I don't get many visitors way out here, and that is so sad. I consider myself an excellent hostess, always trying to anticipate the needs of my guest and helping him enjoy himself.
I get so lonely for some male companionship. Tonight will be a time of celebration for me and for the stranger who is on his way. He has no idea what I have planned for him.
As the daylight outside wanes, I take a long luxurious soak bath. The aroma of baked goods and delicious foods fills the house.
Out of the tub, I dry myself, then rub lotion onto my creamy skin, spinkle on fragrant powders, spritz perfume and apply makeup. I brush my long blonde hair 100 strokes, making it so shiny and soft.
I then put on my finest black nightgown, the one which so sensuously accentuates my voluptuous figure. Looking in the mirror, I am pleased with what I see. I smile a wicked little smile at my reflection. Pretty hot, if I have to say so myself.
And I can only imagine how delighted my guest will be to see me. He will find me such a charming and gorgeous hostess. There is no way he will be able to say no to me, haha. I put on some black silver pumps and step into my small, cozy kitchen to prepare the table for my guest.
The snow is piling up outside, and darkness falls a bit earlier than it did last night. It is the middle of December, and these nights are so long and lonely for me. That's why I am so excited about his approach.
I hear a truck spinning through the deep snow and up into my driveway. I approach the door, and just as he is ready to knock, I open it.
"Hello," I say in the sexiest throaty voice I can manage, not that difficult really.
I hear him gulp as his eyes swallow my beauty all at once. He seems speechless.
"Did you break down?"
"Uhm, uh, no, but I would like to use your phone if I could. I was supposed to meet some friends at their hunting camp, and I have gotten lost in all this snow. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."
"Well, I'm afraid my phone hasn't been working properly for the last few days, but you are more than welcome to come in and warm up a bit."
He eagerly steps through the doorway and removes his snowy boots. As I help him take off his coat, I notice that he is ruggedly handsome and a nice big-sized man, just the kind I enjoy so much.
He is quite a bit taller than me, probably about six feet or so, weighing 225 pounds. He has the beginnings of a cute potbelly and some nice-sized love handles, but that's all. He's probably the kind of guy who knows he should probably watch his weight, eat less and he should exercise more, but he doesn't.
What a delightful shape he's in, I think to myself. He has a nice starter belly, anyway. He's not skinny, that's for sure, but he's certainly not morbidly obese either – not yet anyway, haha!
"What's your name?" I ask.
"J-J-J-John," he stutters, openly staring at my beautiful curvy body.
"Well, John, I was just about to have dinner. Would you care to join me?"
"Well, ah, uh, sure, I guess, if I'm not imposing."
"Oh, no, it's no imposition at all, John. In fact, I've been dying for some company."
I lead him to the kitchen and then watch his eyes widen in fascination at the feast upon my table. Spread out before him is a complete turkey dinner, as elaborate as any I have ever made on Thanksgiving Day. Oh, I love Thanksgiving! I wish every day could be a day of feasting like that!
I observe the gleam in John's eyes and how he licks his lips as he gazes upon the steaming bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing and buttered vegetables. A huge basket of big soft dinner rolls catches his eye, then he again focuses on the enormous turkey.
He can't speak, it seems, so I gently lead him to his chair and make him sit down.
"Wow, it looks like you were expecting company," he finally stammers.
"No, just you," I say as I remove a pumpkin pie from the oven and set it on a cooling rack.
His eyes look puzzled, and before he can ask any questions, I speak again.
"Now, let's eat. I'll bet you're famished, John." And indeed he is.
We eat and chat for more than an hour. Well, actually, I do most of the chatting as I watch John do most of the eating. Then, abruptly, my guest stops eating and turns a little red like he is embarrassed.
"God, I'm sorry," he mutters. "I'm usually not this much of a pig."
"Oh, you're not being a pig at all," I reply. "In fact, you've hardly eaten anything!"
He looks at me in disbelief, unable to speak.
I stand up and move very close to him. I then remove my sexy nightgown, pulling it over my head, exposing my luscious naked body, my large pert breasts, full hips and my sweet, creamy thighs.
As expected, John's mouth falls open, and his eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. I move quickly now, picking up a fork and loading it with a big bite of mashed potatoes.
"Now, can you eat just a little more? For me?" I ask sweetly.
John nods vigorously and grins.
"Now, that's a good boy," I say, carefully lowering my beautiful body onto his lap.
I guide the forkful of potatoes into his open mouth. Then a forkful of stuffing, then buttered squash, then turkey, then a roll. As I feed John, his hands move across my body, rubbing, fondling, caressing my soft skin. I feed him, and he feels me. All this hedonistic pleasure goes on for several more hours as the night grows late.
I am not oblivious to his swelling body though I stay focused on feeding him. His belly bulges delightfully against my rounded breasts as I feed him the remainder of his feast, bite by fattening bite.
When the food is all gone, I get up from his lap and go over to the counter to get the pie.
"Oh, Gawd, no," John chuckles, sleepy-eyed and drowsy from all the turkey, gravy and stuffing. "I don't think I can eat another bite for a week."
"But you'll look so much better with a little meat on those bones," I say. "You're far too thin now." I smile seductively at him and wink.
"But – but I don't want to be fat," he stammers, glancing down at his now bloated and distended belly which threatens to burst the buttons on his skin-tight shirt.
"Yes, you do," I say, emptying the contents of a huge bowl of whipped cream onto the pie. He eyes the pie with a bit of desperate horror, then looks at me with a puzzled look but also with growing lust. I glance between his legs, then bend over close to his face.
"Mmmm, looks like that potbelly is not the only thing bulging to grow out of those tight pants," I whisper into his ear. He shudders, and I see his body jiggle a little beneath his tight clothing.
I set the pie in front of him, then kneel between his legs and unzip his pants. My fingers fumble a little as I free his erect penis. I run my tongue over the tip slowly at first, then a little faster. Waves of pleasure jiggle across John's overstuffed body.
"Now, can you eat just a little pie, John? I made it especially for you. I don't think you want to disappoint your hostess, do you? And you certainly don't want to disappoint yourself, do you?" I giggle sensuously.
Without a word, he begins to eat. As he eats the pie, I suck and lick his penis, carefully pacing the rhythms so that he becomes more aroused as more and more of the pie disappears. The pace grows faster and more furious with each forkful of pie. Finally, as he swallows the last bite of pie, I let him cum.
A bit out of breath, I lick my lips, and then sit back on the floor and look up at John. His belly is now so distended that several of his shirt buttons have already given way, exposing his fat, round gut. So delicious looking. Yummmmm.
"There, doesn't that feel better?" I ask.
John just moans and closes his eyes. "I can't believe what has just happened," he says softly as if to himself. His hands reach down and rub his belly.
"Well, it's far too late for you to be travelling on these slick roads, so you can stay here tonight. I've prepared the guestroom for you."
I stand up, and with some difficulty, I pull John to his feet. I lead him down the hall and show him my small guestroom with its huge bed, heaped with soft pillows.
On the nightstand is a big plate of cookies. John eyes the cookies suspiciously.
"I'll see you in the morning then," I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
I shut the door behind me, then go into my bedroom, the next room over.
Secretly, I observe John through a full-length two-way mirror. As he undresses, I see him catch a glimpse of his bloated body in the mirror. I smile as he views my handiwork. What a wonderful shape he is in due to my fabulous cooking and unstoppable seduction of him!
He does not seem to like what he sees in the mirror. He frowns a little in disgust. I can't help but chuckle to see him like this.
"Fabulous," John mutters to himself flatly. "Now, I look pregnant!" He pats his gut and pulls at his love handles a little. Such a cutie, so adorable!
He looks into the mirror and repeatedly attempts to suck in his belly. Try as he might, though, it still bulges out so glorious and so big.
Then, he sits down on the bed and reaches for some cookies. As he eats, he turns off the light and lies down. He moans a little as he tries to get comfortable with this huge new bulging body of his. He reaches for another cookie then another. Finally, when the plate is empty, he drifts off to sleep, snoring softly and no doubt dreaming of me.
As John passes into that wonderful dreamland, I retreat to my kitchen to prepare a big breakfast for my houseguest. He will probably be hungry when he awakens.
And if he's not, well, I believe I can persuade him to eat – just a little, haha!
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Author's note: A blatantly plagiaristic adaptation of the anonymous weight gain classic "John's Ordeal".
I am experimenting with writing from a female feeder’s perspective, so this story seems a nice choice for a writing exercise.
The original was written in third-person with a bit of John’s point of view, but I shifted things a bit. I also changed some details without, I hope, giving away the mysterious tone which makes this story so enticing. Writing from the mysterious hostess's viewpoint was quite a challenge. And also a lot of fun.
For those youngsters and newbies who have never encountered this tale, may this be a good introduction to it. Here is a link to the original story:
http://dimensionsmagazine.com/dimtext/stories/john.html
For those interested, one of the Dimension writers posted a sequel to this. It takes away a lot of the original story's mystery, but it is an interesting read. Here is the link to it:
http://dimensionsmagazine.com/dimtext/stories/Johns2.html
I hope no one is offended by my plagiarism. I give credit to the original writer's story and creativity. I wish I could write like that, so concise and to the point.
BHM WG forcefeeding
NOTE: This is a clearly plagiaristic adaptation of the anonymous weight gain classic "John's Ordeal". This is an homage to the wonderful mystery of that story. I consider this a good writing exercise as I work on some longer original weight gain erotica.
Contains gluttony, erotic weight gain, feeding, sensuality, a bulging belly, love handles, a sexy hostess, beautiful breasts, wide hips and many other naughty and delightful things. If you do not like such things, go elsewhere now, or like John in the story, you might be tempted into some new erotic viewpoints.
************
Heavy snow is falling. That often means an unexpected visitor, and I am very excited at the prospect of entertaining. I live in a small cottage far away from anyone else, miles away, on a narrow rural road.
I live here in the forest alone, and I don't get much company. But when I do, I certainly make my guests feel welcome. Lots of guys go hunting in these woods, and when the snow falls like this, they often make their way to my door lost and usually quite hungry.
Since early this morning, I could already sense that he is on his way. A woman like me just knows these kinds of things. Call it female intuition if you like, but my senses can practically smell and feel and hear his approach through these woods.
I make last-minute preparations for him as my body tingles with anticipation of having a new houseguest to stay a while with me. I have been cooking and baking all day in my kitchen.
I don't get many visitors way out here, and that is so sad. I consider myself an excellent hostess, always trying to anticipate the needs of my guest and helping him enjoy himself.
I get so lonely for some male companionship. Tonight will be a time of celebration for me and for the stranger who is on his way. He has no idea what I have planned for him.
As the daylight outside wanes, I take a long luxurious soak bath. The aroma of baked goods and delicious foods fills the house.
Out of the tub, I dry myself, then rub lotion onto my creamy skin, spinkle on fragrant powders, spritz perfume and apply makeup. I brush my long blonde hair 100 strokes, making it so shiny and soft.
I then put on my finest black nightgown, the one which so sensuously accentuates my voluptuous figure. Looking in the mirror, I am pleased with what I see. I smile a wicked little smile at my reflection. Pretty hot, if I have to say so myself.
And I can only imagine how delighted my guest will be to see me. He will find me such a charming and gorgeous hostess. There is no way he will be able to say no to me, haha. I put on some black silver pumps and step into my small, cozy kitchen to prepare the table for my guest.
The snow is piling up outside, and darkness falls a bit earlier than it did last night. It is the middle of December, and these nights are so long and lonely for me. That's why I am so excited about his approach.
I hear a truck spinning through the deep snow and up into my driveway. I approach the door, and just as he is ready to knock, I open it.
"Hello," I say in the sexiest throaty voice I can manage, not that difficult really.
I hear him gulp as his eyes swallow my beauty all at once. He seems speechless.
"Did you break down?"
"Uhm, uh, no, but I would like to use your phone if I could. I was supposed to meet some friends at their hunting camp, and I have gotten lost in all this snow. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere."
"Well, I'm afraid my phone hasn't been working properly for the last few days, but you are more than welcome to come in and warm up a bit."
He eagerly steps through the doorway and removes his snowy boots. As I help him take off his coat, I notice that he is ruggedly handsome and a nice big-sized man, just the kind I enjoy so much.
He is quite a bit taller than me, probably about six feet or so, weighing 225 pounds. He has the beginnings of a cute potbelly and some nice-sized love handles, but that's all. He's probably the kind of guy who knows he should probably watch his weight, eat less and he should exercise more, but he doesn't.
What a delightful shape he's in, I think to myself. He has a nice starter belly, anyway. He's not skinny, that's for sure, but he's certainly not morbidly obese either – not yet anyway, haha!
"What's your name?" I ask.
"J-J-J-John," he stutters, openly staring at my beautiful curvy body.
"Well, John, I was just about to have dinner. Would you care to join me?"
"Well, ah, uh, sure, I guess, if I'm not imposing."
"Oh, no, it's no imposition at all, John. In fact, I've been dying for some company."
I lead him to the kitchen and then watch his eyes widen in fascination at the feast upon my table. Spread out before him is a complete turkey dinner, as elaborate as any I have ever made on Thanksgiving Day. Oh, I love Thanksgiving! I wish every day could be a day of feasting like that!
I observe the gleam in John's eyes and how he licks his lips as he gazes upon the steaming bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing and buttered vegetables. A huge basket of big soft dinner rolls catches his eye, then he again focuses on the enormous turkey.
He can't speak, it seems, so I gently lead him to his chair and make him sit down.
"Wow, it looks like you were expecting company," he finally stammers.
"No, just you," I say as I remove a pumpkin pie from the oven and set it on a cooling rack.
His eyes look puzzled, and before he can ask any questions, I speak again.
"Now, let's eat. I'll bet you're famished, John." And indeed he is.
We eat and chat for more than an hour. Well, actually, I do most of the chatting as I watch John do most of the eating. Then, abruptly, my guest stops eating and turns a little red like he is embarrassed.
"God, I'm sorry," he mutters. "I'm usually not this much of a pig."
"Oh, you're not being a pig at all," I reply. "In fact, you've hardly eaten anything!"
He looks at me in disbelief, unable to speak.
I stand up and move very close to him. I then remove my sexy nightgown, pulling it over my head, exposing my luscious naked body, my large pert breasts, full hips and my sweet, creamy thighs.
As expected, John's mouth falls open, and his eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. I move quickly now, picking up a fork and loading it with a big bite of mashed potatoes.
"Now, can you eat just a little more? For me?" I ask sweetly.
John nods vigorously and grins.
"Now, that's a good boy," I say, carefully lowering my beautiful body onto his lap.
I guide the forkful of potatoes into his open mouth. Then a forkful of stuffing, then buttered squash, then turkey, then a roll. As I feed John, his hands move across my body, rubbing, fondling, caressing my soft skin. I feed him, and he feels me. All this hedonistic pleasure goes on for several more hours as the night grows late.
I am not oblivious to his swelling body though I stay focused on feeding him. His belly bulges delightfully against my rounded breasts as I feed him the remainder of his feast, bite by fattening bite.
When the food is all gone, I get up from his lap and go over to the counter to get the pie.
"Oh, Gawd, no," John chuckles, sleepy-eyed and drowsy from all the turkey, gravy and stuffing. "I don't think I can eat another bite for a week."
"But you'll look so much better with a little meat on those bones," I say. "You're far too thin now." I smile seductively at him and wink.
"But – but I don't want to be fat," he stammers, glancing down at his now bloated and distended belly which threatens to burst the buttons on his skin-tight shirt.
"Yes, you do," I say, emptying the contents of a huge bowl of whipped cream onto the pie. He eyes the pie with a bit of desperate horror, then looks at me with a puzzled look but also with growing lust. I glance between his legs, then bend over close to his face.
"Mmmm, looks like that potbelly is not the only thing bulging to grow out of those tight pants," I whisper into his ear. He shudders, and I see his body jiggle a little beneath his tight clothing.
I set the pie in front of him, then kneel between his legs and unzip his pants. My fingers fumble a little as I free his erect penis. I run my tongue over the tip slowly at first, then a little faster. Waves of pleasure jiggle across John's overstuffed body.
"Now, can you eat just a little pie, John? I made it especially for you. I don't think you want to disappoint your hostess, do you? And you certainly don't want to disappoint yourself, do you?" I giggle sensuously.
Without a word, he begins to eat. As he eats the pie, I suck and lick his penis, carefully pacing the rhythms so that he becomes more aroused as more and more of the pie disappears. The pace grows faster and more furious with each forkful of pie. Finally, as he swallows the last bite of pie, I let him cum.
A bit out of breath, I lick my lips, and then sit back on the floor and look up at John. His belly is now so distended that several of his shirt buttons have already given way, exposing his fat, round gut. So delicious looking. Yummmmm.
"There, doesn't that feel better?" I ask.
John just moans and closes his eyes. "I can't believe what has just happened," he says softly as if to himself. His hands reach down and rub his belly.
"Well, it's far too late for you to be travelling on these slick roads, so you can stay here tonight. I've prepared the guestroom for you."
I stand up, and with some difficulty, I pull John to his feet. I lead him down the hall and show him my small guestroom with its huge bed, heaped with soft pillows.
On the nightstand is a big plate of cookies. John eyes the cookies suspiciously.
"I'll see you in the morning then," I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
I shut the door behind me, then go into my bedroom, the next room over.
Secretly, I observe John through a full-length two-way mirror. As he undresses, I see him catch a glimpse of his bloated body in the mirror. I smile as he views my handiwork. What a wonderful shape he is in due to my fabulous cooking and unstoppable seduction of him!
He does not seem to like what he sees in the mirror. He frowns a little in disgust. I can't help but chuckle to see him like this.
"Fabulous," John mutters to himself flatly. "Now, I look pregnant!" He pats his gut and pulls at his love handles a little. Such a cutie, so adorable!
He looks into the mirror and repeatedly attempts to suck in his belly. Try as he might, though, it still bulges out so glorious and so big.
Then, he sits down on the bed and reaches for some cookies. As he eats, he turns off the light and lies down. He moans a little as he tries to get comfortable with this huge new bulging body of his. He reaches for another cookie then another. Finally, when the plate is empty, he drifts off to sleep, snoring softly and no doubt dreaming of me.
As John passes into that wonderful dreamland, I retreat to my kitchen to prepare a big breakfast for my houseguest. He will probably be hungry when he awakens.
And if he's not, well, I believe I can persuade him to eat – just a little, haha!
********
Author's note: A blatantly plagiaristic adaptation of the anonymous weight gain classic "John's Ordeal".
I am experimenting with writing from a female feeder’s perspective, so this story seems a nice choice for a writing exercise.
The original was written in third-person with a bit of John’s point of view, but I shifted things a bit. I also changed some details without, I hope, giving away the mysterious tone which makes this story so enticing. Writing from the mysterious hostess's viewpoint was quite a challenge. And also a lot of fun.
For those youngsters and newbies who have never encountered this tale, may this be a good introduction to it. Here is a link to the original story:
http://dimensionsmagazine.com/dimtext/stories/john.html
For those interested, one of the Dimension writers posted a sequel to this. It takes away a lot of the original story's mystery, but it is an interesting read. Here is the link to it:
http://dimensionsmagazine.com/dimtext/stories/Johns2.html
I hope no one is offended by my plagiarism. I give credit to the original writer's story and creativity. I wish I could write like that, so concise and to the point.
