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~BBW/~BHM, Romance, Eating, ~MWG - a changephobic star tries for a secret social life but instead changes completely
He had everything going for him. His career launched him headfirst into the land of fame and fortune, and with that came publicity. Everywhere he went people shouted his name, snapped pictures, and asked for autographs. He lived in a world where his wants and needs were always satisfied, as long as he satisfied the entertainment industry’s wants and needs.
For the past six years, Cameron had lived to do just that.
When television said jump, Cameron bought a trampoline. When television said cut your hair, Cameron cut his hair. When television wanted him to work more hours, Cameron complied without rebuttal. When television wanted him to put on weight, however, Cameron simply wouldn’t do it.
He hated the idea of being in the tabloids with “weight gain” as a subtitle under his picture. Any change in his appearance had to be accepted by his fans, which is why his changes were minimal and few and far between.
Cameron’s ultimate fear was being ridiculed in public media. It was for this reason that he almost never was seen with a woman. He feared that her image could jeopardize his reputation. He simply could not worry about himself and another person at the same time.
While his movie role begged him to gain a few pounds, Cameron shook it off and refused.
It wasn’t until the movie was wrapping up that Cameron met the woman behind it all. Margaux was the producer of the film, and was the one that first suggested that Cameron put on weight for his role. With the knowledge that her proposal almost lost him his role, Cameron was not too keen on making friends with the girl that wanted to mess with his image, as well as his perfectly trim and toned waistline.
The night of the premiere rolled around and Cameron was invited to go to dinner with members of the cast and crew. He arrived at the restaurant in his usual getup—a fitted pinstripe suit that showed off his pinched waist and buff upper body. Despite his formal wear, he wore a white sleeveless undershirt, his trademark, beneath his coat. The cotton fabric clung to his shapely abs and drove girls wild, especially when he took his jacket off. He was all the rage, and he was proud.
Having arrived somewhat late, there was only one chair left for Cameron. Unfortunately, it was right next to his producer. Groaning as he sat down, Margaux stared at him briefly, then looked elsewhere, almost so as to allow Cameron to check her out. He did.
Margaux wore a black satin dress, falling just above the knee with an open back that revealed her sexy curves. Cameron’s eyes ran down her body, stopping occasionally at certain areas he found the most tantalizing. How had he not noticed before? Her dark, tousled hair fell down her back in chocolate waves that bounced when she turned her head. Cameron was mesmerized.
The dinner was exciting and upbeat. A fancy five course meal was served, but Cameron barely ate. He chatted with Margaux most of the night, learning as much about her life as possible without coming off too strong. Margaux seemed to enjoy his company, laughing at his jokes and smiling almost all the time. Cameron couldn’t contain his excitement.
At the end of the night, Cameron stood at the door and shared an umbrella with Margaux in the pouring rain. He helped her to her car where she slipped off her stilettos to drive. Cameron found her taking off her shoes to be as sexy as her taking off all of her clothes. He said goodbye, not before asking if they could see each other sometime. Margaux happily agreed, and Cameron slept like a baby that night, knowing she would soon be in his arms.
A few days passed without any sort of contact with Margaux. Despite his wonderful night, he couldn’t bring himself to go against his “girl code” and pursue a woman. He feared what the paparazzi would say about him in the papers, and decided to see her in secret.
He called her one night and invited her to a restaurant that his family owned in Italy. They would take a private jet to travel there, so no cameras could find them. The night was set, and the two met behind his jet hangar. Again, Cameron could not believe her outfit. A red gown this time, with a black silk bow tied just below the bust. The gown hugged at every curve of her body which made Cameron’s mouth water. Her hair was pulled up away from her face, and golden hoops hung from her ears. The sight was remarkable. Cameron, again, wore a fitted suit and white tee beneath it. Margaux laughed at his consistency.
The two travelled to Italy on the Jet, arriving 2 hours later and being seated at a table shortly after. The restaurant was Italian, naturally, and Cameron’s mother was the waitress. Thrilled by her son’s choice in a date, she brought them bottle after bottle of champagne and appetizers. Margaux loved the hospitality and sampled each plate politely.
Cameron watched in amazement as Margaux cleared each plate on her own, and seemed to not even notice how quickly she finished it. When the plate was eaten clean, Cameron’s mother quickly refilled it, and Margaux ate more. Not wanting to embarrass his date, Cameron began to eat the appetizers as well, just to show his mother that his date was not eating everything. They chatted all night, eating pasta dishes and soups as time flew by.
It was late, and Cameron had never been so full in his life. He felt pressure
from his waistband digging into his bloated stomach, something he had absolutely never felt before. He wondered if Margaux was feeling self conscious, knowing she had eaten just as such as he did and must have the same distended stomach.
As she rose from the table, Cameron couldn’t believe his eyes. Her dress puckered around her swollen midsection, its fabric straining from all sides. The dress was skintight to begin with, but her stomach protruded into a round little potbelly that could not be ignored. Her once flat middle was round, with an indentation where her belly button must be. As she got up, stretched, and reached for her shawl, Cameron noticed that she didn’t even try to suck in her gut. Her tight outfit must be hurting her, but she did nothing to either ease nor hide her new girth. Cameron shook it off and reached for the door of the jet as Margaux hopped inside, burping loudly.
After getting home, Cameron pulled off his clothes and laid naked on his huge bed, completely stuffed. However, he didn’t notice his stomach. All he could think about was the sumptuous woman he had spent the night with. He reviewed the night over and over, from the conversations they shared to her enormous appetite. He remembered the conversation he had had with his mother as they boarded their jet. She had told him that his date had a healthy appetite, and that he should keep a woman with that much pride.
Cameron drifted off to sleep, thinking of his date’s swollen stomach, and not sure why he enjoyed it so much.
The next day, Cameron woke late and didn’t really mind. He got up slowly, taking time to stretch from his toes to the tips of his fingers. He finally sat up and perched himself on the side of the bed. Something felt different. Cameron felt his body all over until he found the answer. Above the band of his boxers, the tiniest roll of fat had emerged overnight. He played with it in bewilderment. Had he really eaten that much? Could this really happen overnight? No. It was impossible. He got up from the bed and trudged to the shower, feeling heavier and wider, but choosing to ignore it.
But it wasn’t impossible. Cameron had partied almost every night since the movie premiere. Loads of eating and drinking without his tough workout routine must’ve slowed his metabolism. He walked around the bathroom, feeling still tired despite his long sleep. He simply had to hide what had happened. After showering, Cameron dressed in a looser t-shirt and some jeans, that seemed a little tighter than before. It must’ve been because they had just been dry cleaned. This made sense to Cameron.
Margaux called him in the late afternoon, asking if he was up to dinner at a place she likes. Surprised she was even hungry after what she had eaten last night, Cameron decided he really wanted to see her, despite not being hungry at all. He agreed to meet her at the address she gave him, making his driver park at a secure location so no cameras could find him.
Cameron walked up the driveway of a Colonial home. Realizing this must be her parents house, he quickly panicked at the sight of the t shirt and jeans he was wearing. There was no time to go home and change, so he walked up to the house and rang the bell. He was greeted by a plump older woman who looked like Margaux would in a few years. No surprise there.
He entered the dining room where Margaux was already stacking fried chicken onto her plate. She was not wearing the dresses he had seen her wear in the past. A floral skirt and loose cotton top draped across her body. Cameron noticed right away that she must be hiding the little bit of flab she had gotten. He was surprised that she was still eating such fatty foods! She smiled at him as he entered, then contined to load her plate.
Grabbing a plate and following suit, Cameron was suddenly very hungry. A Southern style meal had been cooked—fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, as well as creamed spinach was fashioned on the table in huge bowls. Cameron asked if anyone else would be joining them. Margaux’s mother laughed and situated herself at the head of the table. He piled his plate as if he was the only one eating all the food.
They sat around the table and dug in. Margaux demolished her chicken in mere minutes, moving onto the potatoes and macaroni. Cameron started with the macaroni, feeling it settle in his already full stomach and pushing against his jeans. Margaux’s mother insisted the two eat more because she didn’t want any leftovers. Margaux laughed and told Cameron her mom would be okay if he didn’t eat everything, but Cameron didn’t want to be rude.
He went for seconds, ignoring his already fully belly that was screaming at him and concentrated on how good the food tasted. As Margaux got up for seconds as well, her cotton shirt lifted and became stuck just above her waist. Cameron noticed that her belly was tight and round, straining the band of her skirt especially where it was buttoned at the front. It looked extremely tight and uncomfortable, the buttons looking ready to pop any second. As Cameron went for thirds, the inevitable happened. The button on his jeans broke and flew to the ground. He was completely devastated.
Margaux and her mother laughed and laughed. He knew as he found his button on the floor that the eating had to stop. But Margaux’s mother was not done with him yet.
She came out of the kitchen with a humungous strawberry shortcake. Margaux clapped her hands in delight as Cameron clapped his hands to his taut stomach. How was he going to make room for this? He looked down at his belly that stretched his once loose t shirt. What was happening to him? He had abs before! He had a body any man would kill to have and what did he have now? A heavy bowling ball of a stomach.
Thick and round and heavy. He couldn’t bear it.
He told Margaux something had come up and he had to leave. Margaux jumped up from the table, her stomach gently wobbling as she did. He coudnt believe how big she was getting and she had no shame. She begged him to come over to her house to spend the night. Thinking he wouldn’t have to eat anything else if he went there, he thanked her mother for the dinner and agreed.
The two pulled up to Margaux’s extensive villa.
Upon reaching the door, Margaux whirled around and kissed Cameron passionately, catching him off guard and squishing his stomach into hers. He was immediately aroused and pulled away from her, giving her a bewildered look. She started at him, lovingly, grabbing his waist and touching it to hers once more. She watched his face light up with ecstasy as their rounded tummies rubbed up against each other.
Cameron couldn’t understand why he felt this way. He grabbed her belly with both hands and kneaded it between his fingers, feeling himself get hard. She noticed this, and pulled away, running inside and up the stairs, shutting the door behind her as she entered a room.
He followed, heavy and panting from his own weight and lack of exercise, but finally managed to get up the stairs. He opened the door and found Margaux lying on her side on the bed. She wore black lacy lingerie that squeezed her large breasts and made them overflow over the top. He gut was spilling onto the bed, huge and flabby and full. Her thighs had grown as well, slender and bony when he had seen her at the premiere dinner, and now full and luscious. She licked her lips and rolled onto her back, her distended tummy rising high above her. Cameron was in heaven.
As he approached her, Margaux told him to undress and walk over to the full length mirror behind the door. He obeyed, and staring into the mirror he was in complete shock. His face had grown a prominent double chin, his pecs sagging and his hips ballooning to the sides. He had a definite beer belly, round and full of delicious food.
Margaux approached him from behind, running her hands over his curves and licking his neck. He inquired as to how this happened so quickly, and she skipped back over to the bed. She explained how her mother cooked his food personally every time they had gone out, and she added weight gain powder (Margaux’s request) to each of his meals. He bulked up quickly due to the lack of exercise, and Margaux simply wanted to taste her mother’s home cooking so she ate everything he did to egg him on.
He was flabbergasted at what she was telling him. He began to argue and complain but she put a finger to his mouth and took his hand with hers. She led his hand down her neck to her chest, helping him caress each breast, and then down to her tummy. He closed his eyes and felt her beneath his fingers. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Pouncing on her, he kissed her forcefully and held down her wrists. Being stronger than she, he easily dominated even her swollen body. She moaned in delight as he did this, and grinded her body into his, their bellies rubbing and his weight pushing her into the mattress. She rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed and distracting him with her large chest. She reached behind the backboard and pulled out the entire strawberry shortcake her mother had made. She took a handful and glided it into Cameron’s mouth, barely giving him time to chew before shoving in another piece.
His face became covered in cream and she rubbed some of it on his huge belly, giggling. He kissed her, getting cream all over her face. He pulled down her panties and rubbed her with his creamy finger, making her cry out and shake with excitement. He entered her from the rear, watching her buck and jiggle as he held her. She flopped on the bed as she climaxed, making the whole room shake.
The two awoke the next morning in a bed without sheets. Cameron held his girl close, gently stroking her hair and kissing her ear. They decided to move in together in that moment, and opened their own Italian restaurant right in their own town.
Too Famous
by Watchfromafar
by Watchfromafar
He had everything going for him. His career launched him headfirst into the land of fame and fortune, and with that came publicity. Everywhere he went people shouted his name, snapped pictures, and asked for autographs. He lived in a world where his wants and needs were always satisfied, as long as he satisfied the entertainment industry’s wants and needs.
For the past six years, Cameron had lived to do just that.
When television said jump, Cameron bought a trampoline. When television said cut your hair, Cameron cut his hair. When television wanted him to work more hours, Cameron complied without rebuttal. When television wanted him to put on weight, however, Cameron simply wouldn’t do it.
He hated the idea of being in the tabloids with “weight gain” as a subtitle under his picture. Any change in his appearance had to be accepted by his fans, which is why his changes were minimal and few and far between.
Cameron’s ultimate fear was being ridiculed in public media. It was for this reason that he almost never was seen with a woman. He feared that her image could jeopardize his reputation. He simply could not worry about himself and another person at the same time.
While his movie role begged him to gain a few pounds, Cameron shook it off and refused.
It wasn’t until the movie was wrapping up that Cameron met the woman behind it all. Margaux was the producer of the film, and was the one that first suggested that Cameron put on weight for his role. With the knowledge that her proposal almost lost him his role, Cameron was not too keen on making friends with the girl that wanted to mess with his image, as well as his perfectly trim and toned waistline.
The night of the premiere rolled around and Cameron was invited to go to dinner with members of the cast and crew. He arrived at the restaurant in his usual getup—a fitted pinstripe suit that showed off his pinched waist and buff upper body. Despite his formal wear, he wore a white sleeveless undershirt, his trademark, beneath his coat. The cotton fabric clung to his shapely abs and drove girls wild, especially when he took his jacket off. He was all the rage, and he was proud.
Having arrived somewhat late, there was only one chair left for Cameron. Unfortunately, it was right next to his producer. Groaning as he sat down, Margaux stared at him briefly, then looked elsewhere, almost so as to allow Cameron to check her out. He did.
Margaux wore a black satin dress, falling just above the knee with an open back that revealed her sexy curves. Cameron’s eyes ran down her body, stopping occasionally at certain areas he found the most tantalizing. How had he not noticed before? Her dark, tousled hair fell down her back in chocolate waves that bounced when she turned her head. Cameron was mesmerized.
The dinner was exciting and upbeat. A fancy five course meal was served, but Cameron barely ate. He chatted with Margaux most of the night, learning as much about her life as possible without coming off too strong. Margaux seemed to enjoy his company, laughing at his jokes and smiling almost all the time. Cameron couldn’t contain his excitement.
At the end of the night, Cameron stood at the door and shared an umbrella with Margaux in the pouring rain. He helped her to her car where she slipped off her stilettos to drive. Cameron found her taking off her shoes to be as sexy as her taking off all of her clothes. He said goodbye, not before asking if they could see each other sometime. Margaux happily agreed, and Cameron slept like a baby that night, knowing she would soon be in his arms.
A few days passed without any sort of contact with Margaux. Despite his wonderful night, he couldn’t bring himself to go against his “girl code” and pursue a woman. He feared what the paparazzi would say about him in the papers, and decided to see her in secret.
He called her one night and invited her to a restaurant that his family owned in Italy. They would take a private jet to travel there, so no cameras could find them. The night was set, and the two met behind his jet hangar. Again, Cameron could not believe her outfit. A red gown this time, with a black silk bow tied just below the bust. The gown hugged at every curve of her body which made Cameron’s mouth water. Her hair was pulled up away from her face, and golden hoops hung from her ears. The sight was remarkable. Cameron, again, wore a fitted suit and white tee beneath it. Margaux laughed at his consistency.
The two travelled to Italy on the Jet, arriving 2 hours later and being seated at a table shortly after. The restaurant was Italian, naturally, and Cameron’s mother was the waitress. Thrilled by her son’s choice in a date, she brought them bottle after bottle of champagne and appetizers. Margaux loved the hospitality and sampled each plate politely.
Cameron watched in amazement as Margaux cleared each plate on her own, and seemed to not even notice how quickly she finished it. When the plate was eaten clean, Cameron’s mother quickly refilled it, and Margaux ate more. Not wanting to embarrass his date, Cameron began to eat the appetizers as well, just to show his mother that his date was not eating everything. They chatted all night, eating pasta dishes and soups as time flew by.
It was late, and Cameron had never been so full in his life. He felt pressure
from his waistband digging into his bloated stomach, something he had absolutely never felt before. He wondered if Margaux was feeling self conscious, knowing she had eaten just as such as he did and must have the same distended stomach.
As she rose from the table, Cameron couldn’t believe his eyes. Her dress puckered around her swollen midsection, its fabric straining from all sides. The dress was skintight to begin with, but her stomach protruded into a round little potbelly that could not be ignored. Her once flat middle was round, with an indentation where her belly button must be. As she got up, stretched, and reached for her shawl, Cameron noticed that she didn’t even try to suck in her gut. Her tight outfit must be hurting her, but she did nothing to either ease nor hide her new girth. Cameron shook it off and reached for the door of the jet as Margaux hopped inside, burping loudly.
After getting home, Cameron pulled off his clothes and laid naked on his huge bed, completely stuffed. However, he didn’t notice his stomach. All he could think about was the sumptuous woman he had spent the night with. He reviewed the night over and over, from the conversations they shared to her enormous appetite. He remembered the conversation he had had with his mother as they boarded their jet. She had told him that his date had a healthy appetite, and that he should keep a woman with that much pride.
Cameron drifted off to sleep, thinking of his date’s swollen stomach, and not sure why he enjoyed it so much.
The next day, Cameron woke late and didn’t really mind. He got up slowly, taking time to stretch from his toes to the tips of his fingers. He finally sat up and perched himself on the side of the bed. Something felt different. Cameron felt his body all over until he found the answer. Above the band of his boxers, the tiniest roll of fat had emerged overnight. He played with it in bewilderment. Had he really eaten that much? Could this really happen overnight? No. It was impossible. He got up from the bed and trudged to the shower, feeling heavier and wider, but choosing to ignore it.
But it wasn’t impossible. Cameron had partied almost every night since the movie premiere. Loads of eating and drinking without his tough workout routine must’ve slowed his metabolism. He walked around the bathroom, feeling still tired despite his long sleep. He simply had to hide what had happened. After showering, Cameron dressed in a looser t-shirt and some jeans, that seemed a little tighter than before. It must’ve been because they had just been dry cleaned. This made sense to Cameron.
Margaux called him in the late afternoon, asking if he was up to dinner at a place she likes. Surprised she was even hungry after what she had eaten last night, Cameron decided he really wanted to see her, despite not being hungry at all. He agreed to meet her at the address she gave him, making his driver park at a secure location so no cameras could find him.
Cameron walked up the driveway of a Colonial home. Realizing this must be her parents house, he quickly panicked at the sight of the t shirt and jeans he was wearing. There was no time to go home and change, so he walked up to the house and rang the bell. He was greeted by a plump older woman who looked like Margaux would in a few years. No surprise there.
He entered the dining room where Margaux was already stacking fried chicken onto her plate. She was not wearing the dresses he had seen her wear in the past. A floral skirt and loose cotton top draped across her body. Cameron noticed right away that she must be hiding the little bit of flab she had gotten. He was surprised that she was still eating such fatty foods! She smiled at him as he entered, then contined to load her plate.
Grabbing a plate and following suit, Cameron was suddenly very hungry. A Southern style meal had been cooked—fried chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, as well as creamed spinach was fashioned on the table in huge bowls. Cameron asked if anyone else would be joining them. Margaux’s mother laughed and situated herself at the head of the table. He piled his plate as if he was the only one eating all the food.
They sat around the table and dug in. Margaux demolished her chicken in mere minutes, moving onto the potatoes and macaroni. Cameron started with the macaroni, feeling it settle in his already full stomach and pushing against his jeans. Margaux’s mother insisted the two eat more because she didn’t want any leftovers. Margaux laughed and told Cameron her mom would be okay if he didn’t eat everything, but Cameron didn’t want to be rude.
He went for seconds, ignoring his already fully belly that was screaming at him and concentrated on how good the food tasted. As Margaux got up for seconds as well, her cotton shirt lifted and became stuck just above her waist. Cameron noticed that her belly was tight and round, straining the band of her skirt especially where it was buttoned at the front. It looked extremely tight and uncomfortable, the buttons looking ready to pop any second. As Cameron went for thirds, the inevitable happened. The button on his jeans broke and flew to the ground. He was completely devastated.
Margaux and her mother laughed and laughed. He knew as he found his button on the floor that the eating had to stop. But Margaux’s mother was not done with him yet.
She came out of the kitchen with a humungous strawberry shortcake. Margaux clapped her hands in delight as Cameron clapped his hands to his taut stomach. How was he going to make room for this? He looked down at his belly that stretched his once loose t shirt. What was happening to him? He had abs before! He had a body any man would kill to have and what did he have now? A heavy bowling ball of a stomach.
Thick and round and heavy. He couldn’t bear it.
He told Margaux something had come up and he had to leave. Margaux jumped up from the table, her stomach gently wobbling as she did. He coudnt believe how big she was getting and she had no shame. She begged him to come over to her house to spend the night. Thinking he wouldn’t have to eat anything else if he went there, he thanked her mother for the dinner and agreed.
The two pulled up to Margaux’s extensive villa.
Upon reaching the door, Margaux whirled around and kissed Cameron passionately, catching him off guard and squishing his stomach into hers. He was immediately aroused and pulled away from her, giving her a bewildered look. She started at him, lovingly, grabbing his waist and touching it to hers once more. She watched his face light up with ecstasy as their rounded tummies rubbed up against each other.
Cameron couldn’t understand why he felt this way. He grabbed her belly with both hands and kneaded it between his fingers, feeling himself get hard. She noticed this, and pulled away, running inside and up the stairs, shutting the door behind her as she entered a room.
He followed, heavy and panting from his own weight and lack of exercise, but finally managed to get up the stairs. He opened the door and found Margaux lying on her side on the bed. She wore black lacy lingerie that squeezed her large breasts and made them overflow over the top. He gut was spilling onto the bed, huge and flabby and full. Her thighs had grown as well, slender and bony when he had seen her at the premiere dinner, and now full and luscious. She licked her lips and rolled onto her back, her distended tummy rising high above her. Cameron was in heaven.
As he approached her, Margaux told him to undress and walk over to the full length mirror behind the door. He obeyed, and staring into the mirror he was in complete shock. His face had grown a prominent double chin, his pecs sagging and his hips ballooning to the sides. He had a definite beer belly, round and full of delicious food.
Margaux approached him from behind, running her hands over his curves and licking his neck. He inquired as to how this happened so quickly, and she skipped back over to the bed. She explained how her mother cooked his food personally every time they had gone out, and she added weight gain powder (Margaux’s request) to each of his meals. He bulked up quickly due to the lack of exercise, and Margaux simply wanted to taste her mother’s home cooking so she ate everything he did to egg him on.
He was flabbergasted at what she was telling him. He began to argue and complain but she put a finger to his mouth and took his hand with hers. She led his hand down her neck to her chest, helping him caress each breast, and then down to her tummy. He closed his eyes and felt her beneath his fingers. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Pouncing on her, he kissed her forcefully and held down her wrists. Being stronger than she, he easily dominated even her swollen body. She moaned in delight as he did this, and grinded her body into his, their bellies rubbing and his weight pushing her into the mattress. She rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed and distracting him with her large chest. She reached behind the backboard and pulled out the entire strawberry shortcake her mother had made. She took a handful and glided it into Cameron’s mouth, barely giving him time to chew before shoving in another piece.
His face became covered in cream and she rubbed some of it on his huge belly, giggling. He kissed her, getting cream all over her face. He pulled down her panties and rubbed her with his creamy finger, making her cry out and shake with excitement. He entered her from the rear, watching her buck and jiggle as he held her. She flopped on the bed as she climaxed, making the whole room shake.
The two awoke the next morning in a bed without sheets. Cameron held his girl close, gently stroking her hair and kissing her ear. They decided to move in together in that moment, and opened their own Italian restaurant right in their own town.
