~BBW, Eating Auto-eroticism, Sex, ~MWG - A neglected wife has an affair with food and a mysterious man
[For many years the classic Val remained an unfinished epic of betrayal and intrigue in Weight Related fiction literature. Its abrupt end left readers wondering "What happens next?" This is the history of our experiance with this tale
7/2007 - In our ongoing efforts to recover old stories we came across a fragment of this story with attribution in a 1996 source. We already had the first four chapters, but not the author's name.
11/2007 - Another author, Browniestuff, developed an additional chapter for the story but unfortunately was unable to continue. The tale lay fallow for several years.
5/2014 - In 2010 one of our most veteran storymasters, Mollycoddles, undertook to continue the tale and added chapters 5-7, which we now include along with a merger with the prior efforts.]
Chapter 1
Valerie had just about had enough. Her weekly grocery shopping was always a chore, but today for some reason she was in a particularly foul mood. This was mainly due to the fact that her relations with her husband had recently grown a bit distant. Her mind was a million miles away from the store, as she wheeled her cart around the aisle corner without looking.
Wham! She slammed into the back of a young man. She apologized profusely, but he didn't seem to be upset. He smiled pleasantly and they began chatting. Before she knew it, they were pushing their carts along and shopping together. Valerie's mood had improved immediately!
The young man's name was Mark. He was an attractive young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, about six feet tall with a slender, athletic build.
After several minutes, Mark began to get a bit more forward, making it obvious that he was in fact not only not mad, but very interested in Valerie. Finally, she could no longer ignore his advances and made it clear that he should leave her alone.
Mark just smiled pleasantly and said, "OK. But will you do me one little favor?"
This question took Valerie completely by surprise, so she just stammered, "Wh- What is it?"
"Whenever you're eating, think of me. If you go off your diet and eat something particularly fattening, imagine me standing there beside you with approval. Have another bite. When your pants get tight, fantasize that I'm there rubbing your full, round belly, urging you to have another helping. Can you do that for me?"
Throughout this speech, Valerie was so shocked she couldn't speak. Finally, she blurted out, "You're crazy! Get away from me before I call the store manager!"
Mark smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and wheeled his cart away. Valerie was so flustered that she finished her shopping quickly, forgetting several items that she had intended to buy.
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Later that evening Valerie sat in her favorite chair, trying to concentrate on her book. She couldn't manage to do it. She looked over at Michael, her husband of twenty one years. He sat with his back to her, working at his computer. He seemed to spend all his time working these days. Though they loved each other dearly and had a happy home life with two wonderful kids (Tommy, 20 and Jessica, recently turned 18) the "spark" seemed to have vanished from their love life. This evening, in fact, Val had been a little frisky, hoping that her husband would respond. Instead, he gruffly informed her that he had to get a memo finished to be ready for an 8 am meeting.
Valerie sighed, set her book aside and got up. She might as well have a bowl of ice cream and go to bed early. She took the half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer and set it next to a bowl on the counter. Why had she been feeling so low lately? Inattention from her husband recently might have something to do with it. . . and the fact that she had turned 40 last year.
She hadn't lost any of her beauty though. She had long, dark, wavy hair, an indescribably gorgeous face, and a 38-23-36 figure. At least, those were her measurements for many years. She had had trouble keeping her weight down recently. In fact, two days ago she had weighed 122 -- not bad on a 5'7" frame. But Michael was extremely weight conscious, and had been critical when she strayed from her traditional 115 pound norm. Valerie was sure that she could lose the weight, and she wanted to. The most frustrating thing was the fact that a fair portion of the fat had accumulated on her already ample breasts, which no longer felt comfortable in her D-Cup bras.
Valerie was shaken from her thoughts by a realization of vague discomfort. In a flash, she realized that she had not eaten a bowl of ice cream. . . she had not even used the bowl! Instead, she had been eating directly out of a carton that was now nearly empty! She dropped the spoon and put her hand on her newly-rounded belly. Her pants were too confining, and she unsnapped them and pulled down the zipper to relieve the pressure. In that moment of almost sexual release, the image of the strange young man at the grocery store returned to her.
She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her full belly against the counter. The pressure felt nice, and she imagined that it was the handsome young man. . . Mark was his name, she remembered. . . HE thought she was beautiful! HE wanted her! HE wanted to caress the bulging belly that felt so good pressing against the counter! What else had he wanted? Oh yes, he wanted her to eat more after she was already stuffed. She looked at the ice cream carton. It was almost gone anyway. . . she could finish it even though she was almost bursting.
Anything to please her new fantasy boyfriend, she giggled. She was almost quivering as she took another bite of ice cream. She set the spoon down and lowered her pants to her knees, then began eating again, pressing her tummy rhythmically against the counter. With the last of the ice cream, she came violently, and sank to the floor in a sweaty heap.
After a minute or two, she realized that there was a danger of her husband or kids coming in and seeing her half-naked on the floor. She hurriedly got up, pulled her pants up and tugged at the zipper, which seemed to be stuck. She didn't even bother to look down. She was used to seeing only enormous boobs when she glanced downward. But when she felt her belly, she knew what the problem was. It hadn't protruded like this since she was pregnant with the kids! She involuntarily began massaging her belly, then came to her senses, rushed upstairs, showered, and went to bed. . . unsuccessfully trying to get the image of a certain young man out of her head.
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For the next few days Valerie, with an amazing display of willpower, pushed Mark out of her mind whenever he tried to push his way in. And, although she constantly thought about food, she stuck to her diet. She even got down to 121 pounds.
One day, however, she found herself pacing the living room restlessly. She just had to get out of the house!
“I guess I could do my grocery shopping a few days early, she thought. An image of Mark arose, but she pushed it aside. Still, she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door with an eagerness that was unusual for a trip to the store.
She was almost finished with her shopping and had not seen Mark. She was becoming more and more agitated. Why wasn't he here? Why had he said those things to her and why couldn't she get him out of her head? If he was going to say such personal things to her, the least he could do would be to get in touch with her again to either explain himself or apologize!
She was startled by the question of a store employee, "Are you alright ma'am? You look upset."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." She rushed away. Blast that Mark! She suddenly knew what she would do to get revenge on him. She would buy a cart full of fattening goodies, then eat like a pig! Wouldn't Mark just love to be there for it, but he was going to miss out big time!
When she arrived home and began unloading the groceries, she realized with dismay that she could not possibly eat all of this junk food in less than a week. Since she didn't believe in wasting food, she couldn't throw it away. There was only one solution. She would have to hide it in her bedroom closet and eat it bit by bit. She tried to get a good start by polishing off several packages of cookies that afternoon before the kids got home from school. . .
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Valerie had been wrong. Her closet stock of junk food was gone after only three days. She felt a feeling of achievement as she forced the last Mallowmar into her mouth. Finally, all of the incriminating evidence was gone! She leaned back against the wall of her closet and heaved a sigh. Surveying the scene, she noticed that the floor around where she was seated was covered with bags, wrappers and crumbs. All she had to do was clean up this mess, do a little vacuuming, and all this insanity would be over.
She struggled to her feet, holding her bloated belly with both hands. As she cleaned the closet, she thought back on the last three days. They had been remarkably similar. She wore a robe until her family was off to work and school. She spent the day buck naked, gorging herself on junk food while watching TV or even just sitting in her closet, eating, for hours. When 3 pm approached, she put on a loose sundress so her children wouldn't come home to see their mother prancing around the house naked, displaying her increasingly Buddha-like belly.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't even noon yet. This was her usual day for grocery shopping and, since her last trip had been great for fattening goodies but less than productive for necessary items, she felt that she should make the trip. Hopefully, Mark would be there. She really wanted to make him feel guilty by showing him how much weight she had gained, and demand that he apologize for the things he had said. She had convinced herself that this was the only way she could get him, food, and the newly-found desire to masturbate after gorging sessions out of her mind.
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Valerie stared at the mirror in disgust. This was the fifth pair of pants that she had tried to fit into, and it wasn't working at all. At least this pair had made it over her buns, but the zipper simply wouldn't budge. She tried to heft her small pot belly and pull the zipper up, but failed. She let her belly drop, and was startled by how heavy it was. She lifted both breasts and let them fall. She giggled as she watched them bounce and sway slowly to a stop. She was used to bountiful breasts, but now her whole body was starting to become "bouncy."
She peeled the pants off and did something she had been dreading for days. She pulled her scale out from underneath her bed. When the needle stopped moving, she let out a gasp of shock. 133 pounds! She ran back to the mirror and groaned. She wasn't "bouncy," she was, in her eyes, a fat pig!
With her jaw set in determination, she walked to the closet and pulled out her spandex exercise outfit. She knew she could squeeze into it, even if some of her spilled over the waistband. It did. The halter top was fine, though her cleavage was protruding a bit more than usual. The waistband, however, cut into her belly, and a roll of blubber oozed out between the pants and halter top. She turned a bit, and saw that her buns -- still nice and firm, but more protruding and "spongy" than previously -- were stretching the material tight.
When she had looked through the entire grocery store and saw that Mark was not there, Valerie was steaming. Where had this guy disappeared to? She simply HAD to find him! She stomped out to her car without having purchased anything. As she drove home, she passed a McDonald's. That was it! This guy was attracted to fat women. . . maybe he hung out at fast food joints looking for them! She would change her strategy and look for him at McDonald's!
Val finished her chocolate shake and looked around McDonald's once more. No sign of Mark, and her Big Mac meal had vanished. Well, there were plenty more fast food places in town! She wouldn't rest until she had found him. Burger King. . . Arby's. . . Wendy's. . . Subway. . . Hardee's. . . Blimpie's. . . Burrito King. . . KFC. . . she stopped at each. And, while searching for Mark, bought and ate something at each.
Toward the end, she was so stuffed that she didn't want to eat anymore. She just wanted to go home and lie down. But she wanted to do a thorough job, and began fantasizing about what she would do when she finally found Mark. She would wait until he saw her, then take an enormous bite, sticking her belly out as far as it would go, with a look of ecstasy on her face. When he came over, all excited, she would tell him off and demand an apology! That would teach him to approach women with his odd fantasies!
But, alas, here she was at the counter of Jack in the Box -- the last fast food place in town -- and she had not seen him. The girl took her order for a double cheeseburger, fries and a coke, then remarked sarcastically, "that outfit is a bit too tight, isn't it?"
Valerie looked down and, as usual, only saw her enormous hooters straining the bounds of her top. But she could feel her belly protruding as if she were six months pregnant. She slapped her hands on it in embarrassment, in a subconscious attempt to hide her bare fat, but only succeeded in causing a muffled "slap" to reverberate throughout the restaurant.
Valerie struggled to finish her cheeseburger, but it was tough now that the counter girl had pointed out how bloated her stomach was. She leaned back and heaved a sigh. Why, oh why, had she spent all day stuffing herself and looking for Mark? All day?
She looked at her watch in panic. It was after 3 pm! Jessica and Tommy would be home in a few minutes and find a locked house! Of course they had their own keys but they expected their mother to be there. She drove like a madwoman all the way home, tearing into the driveway and noticed Tommy and Jessica sitting on the front porch. She jumped out of the car, but pulled up short when her gurgling stomach protested against the rapid movement. She smiled weakly, and walked toward the door, trying to cover her bulging belly so that neither of them would notice. It didn't work.
"Hey, you've grown a mommy tummy," Jessica commented.
"Boy, she's right. You're getting fat mom," Tommy affirmed.
"Yes, I've gained a few pounds, but I'm going to start working out more. I'll be skinny again soon." Valerie replied
After both Jessica and Tommy had gone into the house, Valerie pulled the waistband of the tights down to her crotch so that her belly could get some air. She began tracing light circles on it with her hand, then closed her eyes and began rubbing it while her other hand found her wet pussy.
Within minutes, she was in the shower having one orgasm after another.
Val
by JBS60/Browniestuff/Mollycoddles
by JBS60/Browniestuff/Mollycoddles
[For many years the classic Val remained an unfinished epic of betrayal and intrigue in Weight Related fiction literature. Its abrupt end left readers wondering "What happens next?" This is the history of our experiance with this tale
7/2007 - In our ongoing efforts to recover old stories we came across a fragment of this story with attribution in a 1996 source. We already had the first four chapters, but not the author's name.
11/2007 - Another author, Browniestuff, developed an additional chapter for the story but unfortunately was unable to continue. The tale lay fallow for several years.
5/2014 - In 2010 one of our most veteran storymasters, Mollycoddles, undertook to continue the tale and added chapters 5-7, which we now include along with a merger with the prior efforts.]
Chapter 1
Valerie had just about had enough. Her weekly grocery shopping was always a chore, but today for some reason she was in a particularly foul mood. This was mainly due to the fact that her relations with her husband had recently grown a bit distant. Her mind was a million miles away from the store, as she wheeled her cart around the aisle corner without looking.
Wham! She slammed into the back of a young man. She apologized profusely, but he didn't seem to be upset. He smiled pleasantly and they began chatting. Before she knew it, they were pushing their carts along and shopping together. Valerie's mood had improved immediately!
The young man's name was Mark. He was an attractive young man with blonde hair and blue eyes, about six feet tall with a slender, athletic build.
After several minutes, Mark began to get a bit more forward, making it obvious that he was in fact not only not mad, but very interested in Valerie. Finally, she could no longer ignore his advances and made it clear that he should leave her alone.
Mark just smiled pleasantly and said, "OK. But will you do me one little favor?"
This question took Valerie completely by surprise, so she just stammered, "Wh- What is it?"
"Whenever you're eating, think of me. If you go off your diet and eat something particularly fattening, imagine me standing there beside you with approval. Have another bite. When your pants get tight, fantasize that I'm there rubbing your full, round belly, urging you to have another helping. Can you do that for me?"
Throughout this speech, Valerie was so shocked she couldn't speak. Finally, she blurted out, "You're crazy! Get away from me before I call the store manager!"
Mark smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and wheeled his cart away. Valerie was so flustered that she finished her shopping quickly, forgetting several items that she had intended to buy.
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Later that evening Valerie sat in her favorite chair, trying to concentrate on her book. She couldn't manage to do it. She looked over at Michael, her husband of twenty one years. He sat with his back to her, working at his computer. He seemed to spend all his time working these days. Though they loved each other dearly and had a happy home life with two wonderful kids (Tommy, 20 and Jessica, recently turned 18) the "spark" seemed to have vanished from their love life. This evening, in fact, Val had been a little frisky, hoping that her husband would respond. Instead, he gruffly informed her that he had to get a memo finished to be ready for an 8 am meeting.
Valerie sighed, set her book aside and got up. She might as well have a bowl of ice cream and go to bed early. She took the half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer and set it next to a bowl on the counter. Why had she been feeling so low lately? Inattention from her husband recently might have something to do with it. . . and the fact that she had turned 40 last year.
She hadn't lost any of her beauty though. She had long, dark, wavy hair, an indescribably gorgeous face, and a 38-23-36 figure. At least, those were her measurements for many years. She had had trouble keeping her weight down recently. In fact, two days ago she had weighed 122 -- not bad on a 5'7" frame. But Michael was extremely weight conscious, and had been critical when she strayed from her traditional 115 pound norm. Valerie was sure that she could lose the weight, and she wanted to. The most frustrating thing was the fact that a fair portion of the fat had accumulated on her already ample breasts, which no longer felt comfortable in her D-Cup bras.
Valerie was shaken from her thoughts by a realization of vague discomfort. In a flash, she realized that she had not eaten a bowl of ice cream. . . she had not even used the bowl! Instead, she had been eating directly out of a carton that was now nearly empty! She dropped the spoon and put her hand on her newly-rounded belly. Her pants were too confining, and she unsnapped them and pulled down the zipper to relieve the pressure. In that moment of almost sexual release, the image of the strange young man at the grocery store returned to her.
She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her full belly against the counter. The pressure felt nice, and she imagined that it was the handsome young man. . . Mark was his name, she remembered. . . HE thought she was beautiful! HE wanted her! HE wanted to caress the bulging belly that felt so good pressing against the counter! What else had he wanted? Oh yes, he wanted her to eat more after she was already stuffed. She looked at the ice cream carton. It was almost gone anyway. . . she could finish it even though she was almost bursting.
Anything to please her new fantasy boyfriend, she giggled. She was almost quivering as she took another bite of ice cream. She set the spoon down and lowered her pants to her knees, then began eating again, pressing her tummy rhythmically against the counter. With the last of the ice cream, she came violently, and sank to the floor in a sweaty heap.
After a minute or two, she realized that there was a danger of her husband or kids coming in and seeing her half-naked on the floor. She hurriedly got up, pulled her pants up and tugged at the zipper, which seemed to be stuck. She didn't even bother to look down. She was used to seeing only enormous boobs when she glanced downward. But when she felt her belly, she knew what the problem was. It hadn't protruded like this since she was pregnant with the kids! She involuntarily began massaging her belly, then came to her senses, rushed upstairs, showered, and went to bed. . . unsuccessfully trying to get the image of a certain young man out of her head.
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For the next few days Valerie, with an amazing display of willpower, pushed Mark out of her mind whenever he tried to push his way in. And, although she constantly thought about food, she stuck to her diet. She even got down to 121 pounds.
One day, however, she found herself pacing the living room restlessly. She just had to get out of the house!
“I guess I could do my grocery shopping a few days early, she thought. An image of Mark arose, but she pushed it aside. Still, she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door with an eagerness that was unusual for a trip to the store.
She was almost finished with her shopping and had not seen Mark. She was becoming more and more agitated. Why wasn't he here? Why had he said those things to her and why couldn't she get him out of her head? If he was going to say such personal things to her, the least he could do would be to get in touch with her again to either explain himself or apologize!
She was startled by the question of a store employee, "Are you alright ma'am? You look upset."
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." She rushed away. Blast that Mark! She suddenly knew what she would do to get revenge on him. She would buy a cart full of fattening goodies, then eat like a pig! Wouldn't Mark just love to be there for it, but he was going to miss out big time!
When she arrived home and began unloading the groceries, she realized with dismay that she could not possibly eat all of this junk food in less than a week. Since she didn't believe in wasting food, she couldn't throw it away. There was only one solution. She would have to hide it in her bedroom closet and eat it bit by bit. She tried to get a good start by polishing off several packages of cookies that afternoon before the kids got home from school. . .
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Valerie had been wrong. Her closet stock of junk food was gone after only three days. She felt a feeling of achievement as she forced the last Mallowmar into her mouth. Finally, all of the incriminating evidence was gone! She leaned back against the wall of her closet and heaved a sigh. Surveying the scene, she noticed that the floor around where she was seated was covered with bags, wrappers and crumbs. All she had to do was clean up this mess, do a little vacuuming, and all this insanity would be over.
She struggled to her feet, holding her bloated belly with both hands. As she cleaned the closet, she thought back on the last three days. They had been remarkably similar. She wore a robe until her family was off to work and school. She spent the day buck naked, gorging herself on junk food while watching TV or even just sitting in her closet, eating, for hours. When 3 pm approached, she put on a loose sundress so her children wouldn't come home to see their mother prancing around the house naked, displaying her increasingly Buddha-like belly.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it wasn't even noon yet. This was her usual day for grocery shopping and, since her last trip had been great for fattening goodies but less than productive for necessary items, she felt that she should make the trip. Hopefully, Mark would be there. She really wanted to make him feel guilty by showing him how much weight she had gained, and demand that he apologize for the things he had said. She had convinced herself that this was the only way she could get him, food, and the newly-found desire to masturbate after gorging sessions out of her mind.
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Valerie stared at the mirror in disgust. This was the fifth pair of pants that she had tried to fit into, and it wasn't working at all. At least this pair had made it over her buns, but the zipper simply wouldn't budge. She tried to heft her small pot belly and pull the zipper up, but failed. She let her belly drop, and was startled by how heavy it was. She lifted both breasts and let them fall. She giggled as she watched them bounce and sway slowly to a stop. She was used to bountiful breasts, but now her whole body was starting to become "bouncy."
She peeled the pants off and did something she had been dreading for days. She pulled her scale out from underneath her bed. When the needle stopped moving, she let out a gasp of shock. 133 pounds! She ran back to the mirror and groaned. She wasn't "bouncy," she was, in her eyes, a fat pig!
With her jaw set in determination, she walked to the closet and pulled out her spandex exercise outfit. She knew she could squeeze into it, even if some of her spilled over the waistband. It did. The halter top was fine, though her cleavage was protruding a bit more than usual. The waistband, however, cut into her belly, and a roll of blubber oozed out between the pants and halter top. She turned a bit, and saw that her buns -- still nice and firm, but more protruding and "spongy" than previously -- were stretching the material tight.
When she had looked through the entire grocery store and saw that Mark was not there, Valerie was steaming. Where had this guy disappeared to? She simply HAD to find him! She stomped out to her car without having purchased anything. As she drove home, she passed a McDonald's. That was it! This guy was attracted to fat women. . . maybe he hung out at fast food joints looking for them! She would change her strategy and look for him at McDonald's!
Val finished her chocolate shake and looked around McDonald's once more. No sign of Mark, and her Big Mac meal had vanished. Well, there were plenty more fast food places in town! She wouldn't rest until she had found him. Burger King. . . Arby's. . . Wendy's. . . Subway. . . Hardee's. . . Blimpie's. . . Burrito King. . . KFC. . . she stopped at each. And, while searching for Mark, bought and ate something at each.
Toward the end, she was so stuffed that she didn't want to eat anymore. She just wanted to go home and lie down. But she wanted to do a thorough job, and began fantasizing about what she would do when she finally found Mark. She would wait until he saw her, then take an enormous bite, sticking her belly out as far as it would go, with a look of ecstasy on her face. When he came over, all excited, she would tell him off and demand an apology! That would teach him to approach women with his odd fantasies!
But, alas, here she was at the counter of Jack in the Box -- the last fast food place in town -- and she had not seen him. The girl took her order for a double cheeseburger, fries and a coke, then remarked sarcastically, "that outfit is a bit too tight, isn't it?"
Valerie looked down and, as usual, only saw her enormous hooters straining the bounds of her top. But she could feel her belly protruding as if she were six months pregnant. She slapped her hands on it in embarrassment, in a subconscious attempt to hide her bare fat, but only succeeded in causing a muffled "slap" to reverberate throughout the restaurant.
Valerie struggled to finish her cheeseburger, but it was tough now that the counter girl had pointed out how bloated her stomach was. She leaned back and heaved a sigh. Why, oh why, had she spent all day stuffing herself and looking for Mark? All day?
She looked at her watch in panic. It was after 3 pm! Jessica and Tommy would be home in a few minutes and find a locked house! Of course they had their own keys but they expected their mother to be there. She drove like a madwoman all the way home, tearing into the driveway and noticed Tommy and Jessica sitting on the front porch. She jumped out of the car, but pulled up short when her gurgling stomach protested against the rapid movement. She smiled weakly, and walked toward the door, trying to cover her bulging belly so that neither of them would notice. It didn't work.
"Hey, you've grown a mommy tummy," Jessica commented.
"Boy, she's right. You're getting fat mom," Tommy affirmed.
"Yes, I've gained a few pounds, but I'm going to start working out more. I'll be skinny again soon." Valerie replied
After both Jessica and Tommy had gone into the house, Valerie pulled the waistband of the tights down to her crotch so that her belly could get some air. She began tracing light circles on it with her hand, then closed her eyes and began rubbing it while her other hand found her wet pussy.
Within minutes, she was in the shower having one orgasm after another.
