BHM, BBW, Stuffing, ~~WG - Two flatmates find romance through food and distance
Cristina pushed her plate away. "I'm stuffed!" she gasped, then left the table to sit on the sofa. She knew Tony would be a while longer at dinner. She looked at him eating. She was seated behind him and to his left, so she could see his belly starting to roll out over the waistband of his pants, filling his T-shirt. Although she'd never seen him skinny, lately he'd really been packing away the food, and his stomach was starting to show the effects.
They were not going out together. They were both 27 years old, employed by EU institutions in Strasbourg and this was Tony's flat. Cristina, a tall, slim Slovenian, had had a violent row with her boyfriend and needed a new place pronto. Some frantic networking turned out an invitation from Tony (whom she knew already) to take a spare bedroom indefinitely. Cristina had been here 10 months now and had still not found a decent apartment, and Tony kept insisting he was in no hurry to see her go.
At first she had no interest in Tony, the tousle-headed Italian, especially following her break up. As time passed, however she felt something growing between them and one evening, returning together pissed from a club, she snogged him as they entered the apartment. He responded eagerly, then suddenly seemed to think better and pushed her away, then fled to his room.
After avoiding each other all weekend, on Sunday he talked to her. He explained that he liked her a lot, was attracted to her, but felt that she was not his type and he didn't think they would be happy together. She thought it was a load of bullshit and told him as much, then determined to move out. However he went abroad for two weeks, then as soon as he returned she left for 10 days herself. By the time she returned they managed to get on just like before, and she threw away the property pages she'd collected.
Now watching him scoff a second slice of cake, she wondered if she had been lucky to miss out on this man-rapidly-turning-into-pig. Tony scooped up the last crumbs off the plate, then apparently still unsatisfied, he grabbed the can of panna and sprayed some cream straight into his mouth. He rubbed his belly and belched, smiling as he saw her disgusted expression reflected in the fridge door. She had started him off anyway.
A couple of weeks earlier, she'd cooked up a big dish of lasagne, which he'd taught her to do perfectly. After having a large serving each, she was full, but she saw Tony's eyes glancing at the steaming dish. Being the fruit of her work, she took it as a compliment that he wanted more, so without asking she served up another portion. A small bit remained in the dish, maybe half a serving. Tony had most of the second plate quickly, then he slowed down as he reached the end, and rubbed his gut, saying he was stuffed.
Cristina was enjoying seeing him guzzle her food, so she rubbed his belly for him, then undid his belt and the button on his jeans. His warm belly bulged out to fill the space, the soft flab pressing against her fingers. And he finished the last forkful in the dish, then lay on the sofa while she rubbed his belly and playfully called him her good little piggy.
Cristina called Tony over to the sofa and they watched a movie. After an hour Tony paused the DVD and went to make popcorn, offering Cristina some. She said no with a pained look on her face, but helped herself once he turned the lights off and they continued the show. As he stripped for bed in his room later, Tony caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was bending over to remove a sock and his gut had formed into a soft fat tyre running round his waist. He straightened up and ran his fingers over his body, taking in his growing pot belly. He sat on the bed and sighed. His attempts at making Cristina overeat were only having an effect on him so far.
He returned home to Italy for Christmas and planned his holiday over two weeks, as the institutions all shut down over the holidays. His family was overjoyed as always to see him; there was his sister and parents, and his two aunts with their husbands and their younger kids. Only his little sister Anna-Paula playfully pinched his belly when she hugged him. His mamma would never see any wrong in him and assured him he was looking great, then set to feeding him up for the next two weeks.
Anna-Paula was 21 years old and had just started her first job after university. Lots of running around and skipped meals meant she had lost some of the weight she'd gained while studying, she proudly reported to Tony. In fact she was not nearly as slim as she'd have liked to be, her belly was still too large to hide and her hips would never be size 10 again, but to Tony she looked slimmer than she had in a long time. And she was very amused to see her big brother getting big in the belly. While she didn't comment in front of anyone, she would serve him second and third portions, slices of cake after mounds of mince pies and tartlets smothered in cream. He pretty much lazed all day, eating huge meals and snacking or dozing in between. He wouldn't kick a ball about with his younger cousins, nor did he help his dad in the garage like he had on previous trips home.
Cristina stayed in Strasbourg, as she didn't get on well with her parents. She hung about the apartment, as everyone else was home for the holidays and it was too cold outside to go out for no reason. On the second day after Tony left, she sent a couple of emails then browsed for a while. As she typed in a url, the PC prompted a few that had been recently used. One caught her eye - Big Bellied Babes. Puzzled she clicked on it... and entered another world. She found a blog site Tony updated daily, and links to FA forums and websites. On a voyage of discovery she learned why she was not Tony's type. He seemed to have a preference for... larger girls. Fat girls in fact. Girls who ate their way out of their clothes and with big bouncy bellies pouring out over their plump thighs.
In his blog Tony had poured out all his anguish and as she read back a few months she found that he was attracted to her from the start, but wanted her bigger. He'd resisted trying to trick her into gaining as she was keen on her slim body, but when she had stuffed him with her lasagne he'd lost control and had started overeating in front of her in an attempt to encourage her to do the same. According to records he kept, he had weighed around 170 pounds back in March when she first moved in, and was still at 180 two weeks ago. Just before leaving for Italy he'd weighed in at 185 and said he doubted he'd lose weight at an Italian Christmas.
She sat back, her head reeling from all this information so contrary to values held all her life... false values she now saw. In excitement, she ran to the supermarket and loaded a trolley with goodies, all the food she'd denied herself ever since she could remember. Not only cakes, sweets and chocolates found their way into the trolley, but also thick slabs of cheese, huge cuts of ham, pates and all the rich gluttonous food she could lay hands on.
Back in front of the computer, she used her right hand to operate the mouse and keyboard, and her left hand kept up a constant stream of food to her mouth. She lost herself reading erotic gaining stories, following picture posts tracking girls' weight gain, seeing morphing animations, the whole while guzzling down her stash of food greedily, rubbing her belly and between her legs till she came in her pants.
She never noticed the webcam, or if she did she must have assumed it was switched off.
They finished the family dinner and after another bottle of wine everyone went up to bed, leaving Tony and Anna-Paula alone. As soon as the last good nights were heard, she hurried to the fridge and got out a cake that had just been started, only two thin slices gone. Anna-Paula cut a thick wedge for Tony, and threw on a dollop of cream for good measure, then a smaller slice for herself and found she couldn't resist the cream. Fifteen minutes later the cake was gone and the siblings looked at one other across the table in mock horror. Looking down at their potbellies poking through their tops, it was easy to see where all the food was going.
Before going up to his room, Tony went into his dad's studio and turned on the PC. He logged onto his blog site and entered a few details of his stuffing. At one point he clicked the mouse by mistake, and saw that he'd hit "my webcam." He didn't think it was on, and anyway it was in Strasbourg. So he literally jumped out of his seat when seconds later he saw the images captured on his webcam and streaming live over the net. Cristina sat on the sofa munching on a tub of popcorn. She was surrounded by empty wrappers of snacks and chocolates, her body still slim of course, but her belly puffed out like a balloon. Her pants were unzipped and looked like they would remain that way. She occasionally rubbed her distended belly and her hands sometimes slipped down to her pussy.
And so they continued for the next ten days. Cristina, oblivious to his voyuerism, continued to gorge herself and browse fat friendly websites. When the food she'd bought started to run out, she ordered another big delivery to the flat, then also started to order take out from all the local restaurants: Italian for pizza and pasta, Chinese, and of course cakes from the baker.
Tony had quickly password protected his webcam to prevent anyone else seeing Cristinas display. He let his mother, aunts and sister spoil him and feed him too much, trying to get Anna-Paula to eat with him, his only exercise moving between his bedroom, the kitchen, the sofa and the bathroom. He quickly tired of restrictive clothing and took to wearing a tracksuit every day. His little sister helped her mum more in the kitchen, but she was spending more and more of her time stuffing her face alongside her brother, getting less and less small by the day. Tony enjoyed the way his mum encouraged him to lie there and gorge, whilst she commented on Anna's increasing girth and frequently slapped her daughter playfully on the thighs or arse.
On Christmas day, Tony found he could not button his pants, which Anna-Paula of course noticed, and she shook his flabby gut in mock ridicule. The laugh was on her, though, when she couldn't close the zip on her skirt and had to ask his assistance to squeeze her plump ass into the stretched skirt. Neither item of clothing made it to the end of the meal as Tony's pants burst open at the seam over his fat arse, and Anna's zip gave up halfway through the main course.
They both ended the meal in tracksuit bottoms and this allowed them to stuff themselves almost comatose, remaining at the table from 12.00 until 5.00 in a nonstop orgy of eating and drinking wine. At around 7 pm he saw Cristina still stuffing herself online, and phoned her to wish her Merry Christmas. She sounded sleepy, as though he'd interrupted her eating.
On New Year's Eve they had all planned to go out to dinner then party the New Year in on the streets. However, at around 7pm it became clear that neither Tony nor Anna-Paula could fit into any of the clothes they'd brought with them. Tony's pants would go up over his arse, but wouldn't zip up.. in fact the button and hole were at least four inches apart when he sucked in. Anna Paula tried to help him, but she ended up jiggling his bloated belly and poking her finger deep into the flab.
Her largest trousers went halfway up her thighs then refused to go any higher, and it was Tony's turn to laugh and poke her thighs, sticking out of the pants like two fat pink sausages. They wound up finding an excuse not to go out with the others; Tony pretended to be ill and Anna-Paula wouldn't leave him alone, which gave them a good few hours alone in the house and every excuse to eat the fridge empty.
By the time he ate his last lunch with them and went up for his bags, a quick weigh-in showed him at 208 pounds, or a gain of 23 pounds over his holiday, while Anna had gained 15 pounds. He felt very fat in the plane going back; his widest pants still wouldn't close by a large gap and his top rode up over the curve of his belly, exposing his pale fat tummy to the whole plane. He felt even more of a hog when a hostess, young and pretty, eyed his belly and brought him an extra dessert after he finished his meal and he couldn't say no.
He let himself into the flat quietly, and found Cristina on the sofa, snoring... but what a Cristina! She lay in a bed of empty food wrappers, a huge stack of empty take-out cartons piled high against the terrace door. And as testimony to her greed, she bulged out of her clothes at every seam. She looked like she had put on the clothes, then had been attached to an air pipe and inflated like a cartoon or something.
Lying on her side, her belly spilled out of the opened pants and had burst open a couple of buttons on her shirt already, the last two buttons straining to contain her tits. The pants were burst at the seams over her arse, and again along the inseam of her thighs, flab fighting to bulge out.
His cock already rock-hard in his pants, he sank to his knees and buried his face in her fat belly, the other hand rubbing her soft tits. She woke up long enough to recognize him, pat his belly proudly and pull him onto her on the sofa. "Am I your type now?" she asked him, as they slid into glorious pleasure
Tony & Cristina
by Ssaylleb
by Ssaylleb
Cristina pushed her plate away. "I'm stuffed!" she gasped, then left the table to sit on the sofa. She knew Tony would be a while longer at dinner. She looked at him eating. She was seated behind him and to his left, so she could see his belly starting to roll out over the waistband of his pants, filling his T-shirt. Although she'd never seen him skinny, lately he'd really been packing away the food, and his stomach was starting to show the effects.
They were not going out together. They were both 27 years old, employed by EU institutions in Strasbourg and this was Tony's flat. Cristina, a tall, slim Slovenian, had had a violent row with her boyfriend and needed a new place pronto. Some frantic networking turned out an invitation from Tony (whom she knew already) to take a spare bedroom indefinitely. Cristina had been here 10 months now and had still not found a decent apartment, and Tony kept insisting he was in no hurry to see her go.
At first she had no interest in Tony, the tousle-headed Italian, especially following her break up. As time passed, however she felt something growing between them and one evening, returning together pissed from a club, she snogged him as they entered the apartment. He responded eagerly, then suddenly seemed to think better and pushed her away, then fled to his room.
After avoiding each other all weekend, on Sunday he talked to her. He explained that he liked her a lot, was attracted to her, but felt that she was not his type and he didn't think they would be happy together. She thought it was a load of bullshit and told him as much, then determined to move out. However he went abroad for two weeks, then as soon as he returned she left for 10 days herself. By the time she returned they managed to get on just like before, and she threw away the property pages she'd collected.
Now watching him scoff a second slice of cake, she wondered if she had been lucky to miss out on this man-rapidly-turning-into-pig. Tony scooped up the last crumbs off the plate, then apparently still unsatisfied, he grabbed the can of panna and sprayed some cream straight into his mouth. He rubbed his belly and belched, smiling as he saw her disgusted expression reflected in the fridge door. She had started him off anyway.
A couple of weeks earlier, she'd cooked up a big dish of lasagne, which he'd taught her to do perfectly. After having a large serving each, she was full, but she saw Tony's eyes glancing at the steaming dish. Being the fruit of her work, she took it as a compliment that he wanted more, so without asking she served up another portion. A small bit remained in the dish, maybe half a serving. Tony had most of the second plate quickly, then he slowed down as he reached the end, and rubbed his gut, saying he was stuffed.
Cristina was enjoying seeing him guzzle her food, so she rubbed his belly for him, then undid his belt and the button on his jeans. His warm belly bulged out to fill the space, the soft flab pressing against her fingers. And he finished the last forkful in the dish, then lay on the sofa while she rubbed his belly and playfully called him her good little piggy.
Cristina called Tony over to the sofa and they watched a movie. After an hour Tony paused the DVD and went to make popcorn, offering Cristina some. She said no with a pained look on her face, but helped herself once he turned the lights off and they continued the show. As he stripped for bed in his room later, Tony caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was bending over to remove a sock and his gut had formed into a soft fat tyre running round his waist. He straightened up and ran his fingers over his body, taking in his growing pot belly. He sat on the bed and sighed. His attempts at making Cristina overeat were only having an effect on him so far.
He returned home to Italy for Christmas and planned his holiday over two weeks, as the institutions all shut down over the holidays. His family was overjoyed as always to see him; there was his sister and parents, and his two aunts with their husbands and their younger kids. Only his little sister Anna-Paula playfully pinched his belly when she hugged him. His mamma would never see any wrong in him and assured him he was looking great, then set to feeding him up for the next two weeks.
Anna-Paula was 21 years old and had just started her first job after university. Lots of running around and skipped meals meant she had lost some of the weight she'd gained while studying, she proudly reported to Tony. In fact she was not nearly as slim as she'd have liked to be, her belly was still too large to hide and her hips would never be size 10 again, but to Tony she looked slimmer than she had in a long time. And she was very amused to see her big brother getting big in the belly. While she didn't comment in front of anyone, she would serve him second and third portions, slices of cake after mounds of mince pies and tartlets smothered in cream. He pretty much lazed all day, eating huge meals and snacking or dozing in between. He wouldn't kick a ball about with his younger cousins, nor did he help his dad in the garage like he had on previous trips home.
Cristina stayed in Strasbourg, as she didn't get on well with her parents. She hung about the apartment, as everyone else was home for the holidays and it was too cold outside to go out for no reason. On the second day after Tony left, she sent a couple of emails then browsed for a while. As she typed in a url, the PC prompted a few that had been recently used. One caught her eye - Big Bellied Babes. Puzzled she clicked on it... and entered another world. She found a blog site Tony updated daily, and links to FA forums and websites. On a voyage of discovery she learned why she was not Tony's type. He seemed to have a preference for... larger girls. Fat girls in fact. Girls who ate their way out of their clothes and with big bouncy bellies pouring out over their plump thighs.
In his blog Tony had poured out all his anguish and as she read back a few months she found that he was attracted to her from the start, but wanted her bigger. He'd resisted trying to trick her into gaining as she was keen on her slim body, but when she had stuffed him with her lasagne he'd lost control and had started overeating in front of her in an attempt to encourage her to do the same. According to records he kept, he had weighed around 170 pounds back in March when she first moved in, and was still at 180 two weeks ago. Just before leaving for Italy he'd weighed in at 185 and said he doubted he'd lose weight at an Italian Christmas.
She sat back, her head reeling from all this information so contrary to values held all her life... false values she now saw. In excitement, she ran to the supermarket and loaded a trolley with goodies, all the food she'd denied herself ever since she could remember. Not only cakes, sweets and chocolates found their way into the trolley, but also thick slabs of cheese, huge cuts of ham, pates and all the rich gluttonous food she could lay hands on.
Back in front of the computer, she used her right hand to operate the mouse and keyboard, and her left hand kept up a constant stream of food to her mouth. She lost herself reading erotic gaining stories, following picture posts tracking girls' weight gain, seeing morphing animations, the whole while guzzling down her stash of food greedily, rubbing her belly and between her legs till she came in her pants.
She never noticed the webcam, or if she did she must have assumed it was switched off.
They finished the family dinner and after another bottle of wine everyone went up to bed, leaving Tony and Anna-Paula alone. As soon as the last good nights were heard, she hurried to the fridge and got out a cake that had just been started, only two thin slices gone. Anna-Paula cut a thick wedge for Tony, and threw on a dollop of cream for good measure, then a smaller slice for herself and found she couldn't resist the cream. Fifteen minutes later the cake was gone and the siblings looked at one other across the table in mock horror. Looking down at their potbellies poking through their tops, it was easy to see where all the food was going.
Before going up to his room, Tony went into his dad's studio and turned on the PC. He logged onto his blog site and entered a few details of his stuffing. At one point he clicked the mouse by mistake, and saw that he'd hit "my webcam." He didn't think it was on, and anyway it was in Strasbourg. So he literally jumped out of his seat when seconds later he saw the images captured on his webcam and streaming live over the net. Cristina sat on the sofa munching on a tub of popcorn. She was surrounded by empty wrappers of snacks and chocolates, her body still slim of course, but her belly puffed out like a balloon. Her pants were unzipped and looked like they would remain that way. She occasionally rubbed her distended belly and her hands sometimes slipped down to her pussy.
And so they continued for the next ten days. Cristina, oblivious to his voyuerism, continued to gorge herself and browse fat friendly websites. When the food she'd bought started to run out, she ordered another big delivery to the flat, then also started to order take out from all the local restaurants: Italian for pizza and pasta, Chinese, and of course cakes from the baker.
Tony had quickly password protected his webcam to prevent anyone else seeing Cristinas display. He let his mother, aunts and sister spoil him and feed him too much, trying to get Anna-Paula to eat with him, his only exercise moving between his bedroom, the kitchen, the sofa and the bathroom. He quickly tired of restrictive clothing and took to wearing a tracksuit every day. His little sister helped her mum more in the kitchen, but she was spending more and more of her time stuffing her face alongside her brother, getting less and less small by the day. Tony enjoyed the way his mum encouraged him to lie there and gorge, whilst she commented on Anna's increasing girth and frequently slapped her daughter playfully on the thighs or arse.
On Christmas day, Tony found he could not button his pants, which Anna-Paula of course noticed, and she shook his flabby gut in mock ridicule. The laugh was on her, though, when she couldn't close the zip on her skirt and had to ask his assistance to squeeze her plump ass into the stretched skirt. Neither item of clothing made it to the end of the meal as Tony's pants burst open at the seam over his fat arse, and Anna's zip gave up halfway through the main course.
They both ended the meal in tracksuit bottoms and this allowed them to stuff themselves almost comatose, remaining at the table from 12.00 until 5.00 in a nonstop orgy of eating and drinking wine. At around 7 pm he saw Cristina still stuffing herself online, and phoned her to wish her Merry Christmas. She sounded sleepy, as though he'd interrupted her eating.
On New Year's Eve they had all planned to go out to dinner then party the New Year in on the streets. However, at around 7pm it became clear that neither Tony nor Anna-Paula could fit into any of the clothes they'd brought with them. Tony's pants would go up over his arse, but wouldn't zip up.. in fact the button and hole were at least four inches apart when he sucked in. Anna Paula tried to help him, but she ended up jiggling his bloated belly and poking her finger deep into the flab.
Her largest trousers went halfway up her thighs then refused to go any higher, and it was Tony's turn to laugh and poke her thighs, sticking out of the pants like two fat pink sausages. They wound up finding an excuse not to go out with the others; Tony pretended to be ill and Anna-Paula wouldn't leave him alone, which gave them a good few hours alone in the house and every excuse to eat the fridge empty.
By the time he ate his last lunch with them and went up for his bags, a quick weigh-in showed him at 208 pounds, or a gain of 23 pounds over his holiday, while Anna had gained 15 pounds. He felt very fat in the plane going back; his widest pants still wouldn't close by a large gap and his top rode up over the curve of his belly, exposing his pale fat tummy to the whole plane. He felt even more of a hog when a hostess, young and pretty, eyed his belly and brought him an extra dessert after he finished his meal and he couldn't say no.
He let himself into the flat quietly, and found Cristina on the sofa, snoring... but what a Cristina! She lay in a bed of empty food wrappers, a huge stack of empty take-out cartons piled high against the terrace door. And as testimony to her greed, she bulged out of her clothes at every seam. She looked like she had put on the clothes, then had been attached to an air pipe and inflated like a cartoon or something.
Lying on her side, her belly spilled out of the opened pants and had burst open a couple of buttons on her shirt already, the last two buttons straining to contain her tits. The pants were burst at the seams over her arse, and again along the inseam of her thighs, flab fighting to bulge out.
His cock already rock-hard in his pants, he sank to his knees and buried his face in her fat belly, the other hand rubbing her soft tits. She woke up long enough to recognize him, pat his belly proudly and pull him onto her on the sofa. "Am I your type now?" she asked him, as they slid into glorious pleasure
