A License To Eat
(Originally appeared in BUF's “Erotic Encounters” column) When Tom and I were married, I was a perfect size six and 110 pounds (at 5'4"). I took pride in the fact that I kept myself thin and trim, had a firm control over my appetite and exercised regularly. However, my presumed attractiveness did not carry over to the bedroom. Our sex life was OK, but nothing special. I wanted more and decided to raise the issue with Tom.
Tom confessed to me that although he loved me very much, he was not fully attracted to me. I was, of course, crushed. Tom told me that he is attracted to full figured women and that I was too skinny. At first, I was really hurt because of all the time and effort I undertook to stay thin. However, after thinking about it for a while, I decided if I wanted my marriage to work I had to rethink my position.
After a few weeks, I decided to cut back on my exercising to see what the effect would be. The result was not much, as I was blessed with a fast metabolism. I had to resort to tougher tactics to get the kind of body Tom wanted so I decided to change my diet.
Women are trained their entire lives to deny themselves the pleasure of good food. We eat salads and other low calorie foods and I simply fell into the routine of not allowing myself to enjoy any of my favorite foods. However, this new decision started to change all of that and that is where the fun began. Tom had given me a license to eat (and boy, did I exploit it!).
I am basically a sweets person. I love candy, cookies, cakes, pies, bon-bons and pastries so I made sure I started enjoying all of them. I began buying a couple donuts on the way to work each morning and then followed that with a couple of candy bars around 10 a.m. Lunch also began to have some sort of dessert as would dinner. My passion for sweets began to show results on my figure as I started to fill out. I feel that I am somewhat blessed because the women in my family tend to gain weight on their boobs and their hips and thighs. We become very hourglass-shaped and move toward being pear-shaped as we get heavier. That is exactly what happened to me as I began to grow big boobs and a big bottom. I began to feel more feminine as I grew and even accentuated my curves by wearing a high-rise panty girdle while at work and a merry widow corset while at home (which Tom absolutely loved). The effect was that my thickening waist was reduced by more than 4 inches and my tummy bulge was flattened. However, my growing hips, expanding rear, and flabby thighs were not restricted. This served to only make me appear larger, more shapely, and more voluptuous. Mae West had nothing on me. I looked hot!
Tom was in heaven and so was I. Our sex life improved dramatically and I was enjoying all of my favorite sweets. By the end of the first year of my new diet, I had gained fifteen solid pounds and considered myself both pleasingly plump and firmly fleshed. I felt like a fully ripened tomato ready for plucking. I finally knew that I had made the right decision when I concluded that I should fatten myself up. It was good for me, for Tom, and for our marriage
For the next few years, I kept eating and gaining. My goal was to never get really fat but to level out at a very pleasingly plump 225 pounds. I thought I would look my best and could be considered a truly full figured woman at 225 pounds (which I did). After one of our Thanksgiving dinners, I sat back in my dining room chair and surveyed myself in the mirror. I thought I looked gorgeous. I looked like an overfed, but well-loved woman and I loved it. I had just finished one of the biggest meals I had ever had and I looked it. I was totally stuffed and had that satisfied glazed look in my eyes. Little did I know, however, that this was just the beginning of what Tom really wanted and that within a few years, that happy, satisfied look would be gone as I would double my weight to become an almost helpless mountain of growing fat!
Tom was really turned on by the sight of me lying back completely stuffed and patting my large bulging belly (with the occasional burp). We instantly withdrew to the bedroom and made love for hours. It was at this point that I finally understood my husband was turned on by the sight of his wife packed solid with food and lying back ready for the taking. So, being the little piggy that I am for both great food and great sex, I started to comply with my husband's fantasy and made sure I ate anything and everything put in front of me (not just sweets). Tom responded by making sure there was plenty of food in front of me whenever I wanted it. Each night was a feast as I would come home from work and consume as much fattening food as possible. This would be followed by several hours of watching TV and snacking on an assortment of sweets until 11 p.m. when I would be in the state of complete repletion. Then I would waddle into the bedroom with Tom following behind me and he and I would make love.
Weekends would be one continuous smorgasbord of eating and lovemaking. Tom would bring me platefuls of food for my eager mouth to devour. I used to amaze myself with the quantity of food I would consume (and how many times Tom and I could make love.) I was literally turning into a non-stop eating and lovemaking machine that would be almost unable to move by Sunday evening from all the food that was in me. I was starting to get out of control, but Tom was loving it! He was always there to encourage me to eat just a little bit more and then a little more (and sometimes even a little bit more than that!).
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that all the voluntary force feeding I was doing would really accelerate the process of me gaining weight. As I stated before, my goal was to level off around 225 pounds, but I didn't. I just kept growing fatter. All those months of gorging myself with food finally got the best of me. I was unable to control my appetite after I reached 225. I first tried to slow down my food intake but found myself constantly sneaking back to the refrigerator for more. I was so used to stuffing myself without giving it any thought that when I did try to stop, I couldn't. Tom would see me cutting back at dinner and would offer to get me seconds (or thirds) and I never turned him down. And it seemed he would daily bring me boxes of luscious chocolates and make sure there were cakes for dessert and pastries for breakfast. I finally gave up trying to fight both him and my appetite. I decided to totally let myself go. I was a victim of insatiability and gluttony and was growing out of control. I soon said goodbye to pleasingly plump and hello to obesity.
At about 250 pounds, my weight began to cause me some problems. I was unable to climb a good set of stairs and found it sometimes difficult standing up for a long period of time. However, my desire for more and more good food kept getting the best of me and I ate and ate and kept growing and growing. At first, I didn't notice how fast I was fattening up because Tom snuck into my closets and switched my jeans and blouses for the same styles in bigger sizes. I finally caught him at it and he confessed he had been doing it for some time. That's when I climbed on the scale and saw I was now 265. But even that didn't slow me down since Tom found weighing me as I grew fatter and fatter very erotic. I, too, started to get into it and we would have weekly weigh-in sessions after Sunday dinner. But when I finally hit 300 pounds and couldn't read the numbers on the scale past my own huge cleavage, I discussed the matter of my growing size with Tom.
Tom was very sympathetic to my concerns, but told me that he loved the fact that I couldn't help getting fatter. I thought I was getting too fat for him. In fact, he told me that it had been a secret desire of his for many years to have a wife who weighed 350 pounds or more and asked how I felt about gaining even more weight. I told him that I would have to quit my job as I was getting too fat to work and would have to stay home and simply eat all day long (not just on the weekends, as I had been doing). I thought he would balk at the idea. Instead of this stopping him, he got even more excited by the idea. He thought this was a great idea and asked when could I start. I quit my job the next day and settled into my gluttonous ritual.
The next few months were spent with me laying by the pool all day long, reading novels, and stuffing myself continually on all sorts of fattening foods. I developed a great tan while wearing a string bikini made for the extra, extra large (and soon XXXL) BBW. Daily I grew fatter and fatter. Within six months, I was tipping the scales at 352 pounds and looked it. Remember, I stand 5'4”. Three hundred fifty plus pounds was a lot of weight for a once tiny woman to carry. I had continued to fill out that hourglass shape, with all those pounds pushing out my bra and swelling out my hips and thighs. Walking was getting increasingly difficult so I did as little of it as possible. I was a mountain of a woman, growing bigger every day. My extremely large hips and thighs (65-inch hips and 38-inch thighs) were starting to outdistance my 60-inch bust.
Tom told me he felt like a truly blessed man as he was able to make love every night to a fully packed mound of jello. This flattery just made me keep going. Unlike many of the fictional stories in your magazine, I was growing daily without the need of sorcery or magic formulae. I just ate more and more, growing fatter and fatter with an appetite fueled by pure greed for endlessly growing quantities of food and insatiable lust.
Today I weigh about 450 pounds and rarely walk. I somewhat resemble Teighlor in that 1 have very large hips and thighs and am just huge all over. My measurements are 77FF-69-92 with 46-inch thighs. I do not know how Teighlor feels about being the size she is, but I feel like a fully fattened pig. I have increased my weight four-fold since the beginning and two-fold since I reached my original goal (of 225). My life consists only of food and sex as Tom makes love to me several times a day now that I am so massive.
My only daily activity consists of me lying on our bed, watching TV, reading, and, of course, eating. I have given up all attempts to slow or even stop myself from growing ever larger. My appetite is totally out of control and I gorge constantly. I have gotten to the point where I no longer feel really full. I just want more and more food and I help myself to everything in the house (which Tom makes sure to keep replenishing with a never ending supply of all of my favorite foods). At this rate, there is no telling how big I am going to get which seems to be exactly what Tom wants. Everyday, he tells me how I am more beautiful than the day before and that I can never get too fat for him. (In fact, some times he shows me pictures of huge women and kids me about how skinny I am!)
The only fantasy Tom has left which I have not fully satisfied is the one in which I am fattened to the point of immobility and I simply lie on my back in bed like a Thanksgiving turkey being force fed for the big day. I can see this happening as I find myself unable to deny either myself more food or Tom his desires. I will become paralyzed by my fat body. The way I am growing, this is only a short time away as Tom encourages me to eat more and more and more. Strangely, I look forward to this day, too, and stuff myself to the bursting point daily. I try every day to exceed the amount of food I ate the day before. I really want to drive Tom crazy with my fat, sexy body!
--- Donna L.
Torrance California
March 1993