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Net Love: A Story of Feeding
by Admirer

Well, today is the day. I get to meet Stephanie. I hope she's pretty. I hope to God she likes me in person. We met on the net. We e-mailed back and forth for months. Virtual feeding, you know? She tells me what she's gained. I opened new doors for her and all. She says she's gained 25 pounds and oh my god I love her already!

I encourage her and she eats while we share messages. It is SO enticing. So anyway we figure out one day that she lives two hours away in New Hampshire. And we set up a lunch date...you know, nothing too serious too soon. We're meeting at this buffet place downtown. Bill's Buffet or something. My hands are sweating. She says she's cute. I believe her.

My knees tremble and my throat is dry as I steer into the parking lot. We'll meet at the door. Minutes of sweet anticipation and nervousness become hours in my mind.

There she is. That's her car. A green Tercel. Oh my god my god...

I can't swallow. She's got one of those pretty bulky sweaters on and black stretch pants. (She promised!) She's checking herself in the faint reflection in her car window. She takes a deep breath and turns to me. She doesn't see me yet. But I see her. She is cute. She's actually quite pretty. Stephanie. I straighten my tie and nervously fold my arms. Prepare the smile. She walks in, pushes open the door.

--Are you Steve?


Nervous laughter. An awkward hug. We smile.

--Let's get a table.

She walks in front of me, nervously looks back. I smile to her. Her plump hips sway back and forth. Those 185 pounds look great on her. If this works out, there will be a lot more of her for me to love.

--I'm sooo hungry Steve! The place is good?

--Oh yeah.

We sit. She has a pretty double chin. A beautiful smile. Conversation is relatively easy for us. We've known each other for a while...

She leans over, rubbing her sweet little pot belly. In a husky voice she tells me...

--I can't wait anymore. Please...get me something to eat. I want to see how well you can stuff me full. I can eat a lot. I assure you. Let's get started Cutie.

Oh my god. I am in heaven...

Here I am. An empty plate in my hand. This is a truly quality buffet. Good food. Fattening food. I look back at Stephanie. She smiles. And rubs her sweet, fat tummy.

My hands are shaking. My knees are weak.

Turkey with thick, rich gravy.

Stuffing. Scalloped potatoes.

Green bean casserole. Fried chicken.

The plate gets heavy. A bowl of chowder.

Buttered rolls. My body quivers with anticipation.

As I slide the plate in front of Steph, her eyes widen.

--Nice appetizer!

My stomach drops. She tucks a napkin under her chin. And begins to eat. Oh my heart. She savors, chews each bite with deliberation. Swallows. I imagine the calories mounting. Gravy, cheese, butter, batter. Bite after bite. My god she's enjoying turning me on. We talk. Softly. About future plans.

After clearing her plate. She simply says...

--More please!

And she smiles. Another empty plate.

Lasagna. Cheesy. Cheese garlic bread.

Chicken fingers. Ranch dipping sauce. Fries.

Buttered rolls.

I return. She smiles. She rubs her belly. People look on and we don't care. We're here for us. She eats again. Stuffs herself. One hand rubs her belly. The other feeds the hungry mouth.

Oh my god am I erect. We reminisce over old correspondence. We laugh. She eats. We talk. She eats. She rubs her belly. She stuffs. She hiccups. She eats.

I simply swoon. Dizzy. Euphoric.

--Dessert please!

Cheesecake. Bowl of pudding. Apple pie.

--Oh yummy! I love this stuff!

She eats. And eats and eats.

We talk more. We get more comfortable.

Time slips away and it is time to go.

--Oh god Steve. I am so aroused, are you? (I nod) I'm new at this. I've never eaten this much. (She is short of breath.) Could you help me up? She rubs her belly. It has actually grown a bit. The sweater reveals a new bulge. She is beautiful. Flushed. She waddles when she walks. I take her arm. She hiccups seductively. We arrange our next meeting. A night date. We like each other. She thinks I'm cute. And sweet. I think she's beautiful. She grunts as she slides behind her steering wheel. We exchange a kiss of possible futures.

There she goes. So plump. So stuffed. I could fall in love with this girl.

My sweetheart and I have agreed to meet at Papa Gino's. It's all you can eat pizza night. She just loves pizza. I am waiting in a booth. Abuzz with anticipation. This is our second date. A good sign. She is much more attractive than I had even imagined!

Warm, plump hands cover my eyes from behind. She giggles.

I guess Frank? Susan? Estelle?

We share a laugh.

--Oh Steve...it smells so great in here! I'm starved! You wouldn't believe what a pig I've been. It's like I'm working for you. I actually want to grow every day because I can sense how it excites you. Is that weird? Look! She shows me her plumpening belly in profile. Oh my is that pretty!

--Since we first went out three days ago, I've already gained three pounds! I have been just non-stop!

My best friend at work, Cindy, knows about us and she's willing to help out! She's awful! Every morning she drops off a half a dozen doughnuts on my desk and winks. I wave and laugh. By this time I have already eaten at Denny's. It seems like I am actually hungry all day! Cindy and I go out to lunch and absolutely pig out. And I love it! I'm getting really fat! And I don't care what anyone thinks! It's really strange being full...all day! I'm starving now though... Let's get some pizza!

We talk over the first few slices. She eats quickly. Wipes her mouth. We talk animatedly. We have so much in common. It feels like my feelings are growing for her.

After about eight slices, she begins to slow down.

--Oh I ate too fast! There's no more room.

--Are you sure? Wanna try?

--Mmm hmm.

I fill her plate for her with four more slices. She breathes deeply, reaches under the table and pops the button on her jeans. She exhales. As she eats on, I smile and she rubs her belly, chews. Swallows.

I imagine the fat and calories piling up. She will be so fat in time. And I will help her get there.

--Well...I'd better stop if I am ever going to be able to finish the Friendly’s sundae you are going to buy me.

I laugh nervously.

She wipes her mouth. I help her stand. Her jeans are open, she is panting. Her panties poke out of the zipper, pushed all the way down. Her belly presses out, out. Stuffed full. She smiles and pulls her sweater down over the stuffed bulge. Her breasts swell outward.

--C'mon sweetie...let's get me a caramel fudge blast...PLEASE?

My god. She is a gift...

She hiccups and hugs her belly as we walk out.

--Steve? D'you think I could stay at your place tonight? I'm too full to drive...

Sweet sweet heaven. Breakfast at my place...

We are in the car. The engine hums. I glance at her, she smiles at me. We make our way to Friendly’s. She moans a bit, mostly because it turns me on. Her belly rises up. Her jeans are unbuttoned and her sweet belly pokes out, the zipper spread wide open. Her panties are wrapped tightly around her full belly. The seat is reclined.

--Oh my, Steve. I ate A LOT of pizza! I'm sooo stuffed. My god! What am I doing going for a sundae?

--We don't have to...

--Oh yes we do. I need sweets. Are you afraid I'll get fat? Fatter? Hmm?

--Oh god no...You have no idea!

--Well then, drive on...

The waitress has brought over my coffee and her sundae. It is a stemmed bowl. One of their bigger sundaes. Caramel fudge blast or something like that. Stephanie's eyes widen at the sight. Her hands instinctively go to her belly.

--Whipped cream, ma'am?

--Yes please!

The cream squirts out, piles up, Steph's eyes widen. She looks at me around the sundae.

Once the waitress leaves...

--Oh Steve! It's so big! Looks good huh?

She licks her sweet red lips and plunges the spoon into the dish. Her lips caress the spoon and she swallows her first bite of sin...

--It's so rich! So filling. Oh I am going to absolutely POP!

The fudge oozes off the spoon, catches on her chin. Bite after bite. Swallow after swallow. Soon it is gone.

--Well...I'm officially done now. Take me to your place. Could you help me up sweetie? I am so gorged! I so love this feeling. And that look on your face is so worth it!

She gets up like a pregnant woman might, belly forward, poking, protruding outward. So full. She hiccups, covers her mouth, grins, giggles... She waddles out of the store...hugging her belly. I admire her from behind...

Back at my place. My small apartment. I close the door...she looks around.

--Nice place! It's so cute. Can I sit down?

--Yes, of course.

I take her jacket. She lies down on the couch, puts her feet up.

--Steve, could you get me some kind of a night shirt? Something to wear while I sleep? I'd rather not sleep in my clothes.


In my room, I rummage through the drawers, find an XXL hockey jersey.

Once I give it to her, she goes into the bathroom with it...

--Be right out!


I am shaking. She is so full. So plump. She likes me. I like her. And she wants me to help her get FATTER! I am in heaven.

She comes out, shyly, awkwardly...

--Doesn't quite fit! Ha ha. I look like an inflated something-or-other!

As she rounds the corner into the light, my mouth goes dry, my heart skips a beat.

--My god Steph, you are fantastic!

Her face blushes. She is humble and embarrassed.

Her cheeks are flushed. She has a beautiful face. A tender double chin. She is smiling... Her breasts are full and round and they push out against the shirt, stretching the fabric. The shirt is especially tight around her stuffed belly. It is so tight. So round. I can see her belly button. She does look a bit over-inflated. My vision fogs. She is a dream. She has nice fat calves, plump thighs, fat little feet. I go to her, caress her belly. It is so tight! My god! The kisses begin...

I wake early the next morning to make breakfast.

French toast, bacon, fresh fruit, eggs.

The smells and sounds have woken my sweet Stephanie. She rounds the corner into the kitchen. She is yawning and stretching. Her belly is contained tightly in my jersey. It is round and full. When she yawns, her belly swells outward, out and out. She arches her back... She looks inflated...pregnant. Her supple thighs jiggle as her plump feet pad across the floor.

She has my bathroom scale in her hand and a devilish look in her eye after she finishes her yawn.

--Morning sweetie. Big girl is up and ready to feed... I want to know how I've done.

She places the scale on the floor. I walk over, brimming with expectation. She steps on.


--Do you realize how much I have gained since we first met on the web?

--No. How much?

--35 pounds.

--But you're still wasting away! (I kiss her neck, touch her belly.) Please, sit down. Breakfast is ready.

I fill her plate with French toast. Six slices. Bacon. Half a pound. Six eggs. Cantaloupe. Watermelon. Strawberries. Milk.

-Smells great! Mmmm.

She takes the fork in hand and begins to eat. And eat. And eat. Her mouth chews. She swallows. She rolls her eyes in ecstasy. She touches her belly. The shirt is stretched further. Her fat, naked thighs spread deliciously on the wooden chair. Lots of butter, cinnamon, whipped cream on the French toast. Fatty bacon....

Later, the plates are empty. Steph's eyes widen as she glances down at her belly.

--It's gotten so big! It's as tight as a drum! Oh my god I am going to burst! I ate way too much! Please, help me to the living room...

Dear Steve:
I miss you so! I'll be home on Sunday. Please pick me up at the airport. The meetings have gone well... I have sold several packages to Air Italia. I am quite a presenter. You should see the way the Italian men look at me. Number one, I am American. Number two I am cute (as you well know!) and number three, I am as fat as a house! Don't be jealous though. I only have eyes for you and I'll be home soon enough!

At the inn I am staying at, the lady of the house has taken a liking to me. She calls me her girl and is always surprising me with treats! She is so motherly and sweet I can't refuse! In the two weeks that I have been here, I outgrew my business wardrobe! I have been eating so much! Italian food here is so much better than back home! All of the business meetings, lunches, appetizers, desserts, late night snacks...

I am stuffed around the clock. Maria, the lady at the inn, waits up for me each night and has me "sample" her day's baking. This is the first time in a while I have actually felt guilty about how much I am eating. I am actually SEEING how fat I am getting every day! It's ridiculous...but I love it. I can't wait to see you. You will be SO surprised!

I am actually eating RIGHT NOW and I am thinking about you. You won't believe how much I have GROWN! Wait till you see me at the airport! I am a fat little girl! I have been so BAD! SO BAD! My breasts get in the way of things now...my thighs have caught up with the growth of my belly! My chin is triple now...I look absolutely 15 months pregnant. You are gonna love me! Okay. I got on the scale last night, it's Maria's. Should I tell you? Naw. Let me surprise you at the airport.

Don't forget...The Tuesday after I get back is our one year anniversary! Gotta go! My plate is empty and Maria is cookin' downstairs! Oh am I full!
Love you honey.
See you so soon, Your ridiculously hungry, and fattening round girl,
(Gee, I hope you recognize me!) XOXOXO

Dear Steve:
I am e-mailing you as I leave Milan. The taxi is coming and I will be at the airport soon...to come home to you!

The most strange and wonderful thing happened today, around noon I guess. Maria insisted that I should come down for lunch. Once there, I was greeted by a surprise going away party. Everyone had these expectant grins on. I was puzzled. There were others from the surrounding apartments, the cook, Maria, her husband and son.... I won't bore you with the WHOLE list.

Anyway, I was the guest of honor. Maria spoke to me in staggered English, something like this:

--We will miss you. My you've eaten so good! You are a good eater, no? So fat...so pretty. Oh your belly has grown! We have a tradition here... For a fat girl like yourself... The feast of farewell. We all cook for you.

Everyone. And we serve you. Right here...in the dining room. We all cook all morning in your honor. Pies. Pastry. Pasta. Meats...

All for you. And you eat. We put a lot of love in the cooking you see? It's all for you! Sit down here.

I sat at the end of the table. It was laden with sooo much hot, fresh food. Enough for a banquet. Everyone smiled. Kissed my cheeks. Touched or rubbed my tummy in appreciation. I felt like their pet! I felt so special. My eyes drank in all of the food. My nose breathed in the enticing aromas...cheese, sauce, sweets. I couldn't wait!

--Now. My Stephanie. You eat. Tell us how you like. It is a matter of pride, yes? Pride? We want to see your buttons pop! Is this strange? We wanna see you happy! Full! So you will always remember us, no? Pop those buttons! Mangia mangia!

Was this a dream? No. Strange? Yes.


Not at all. Mario lovingly tucked a soft cloth napkin under my chin. They all waited to see whose delectables I would select first....

I was all smiles. Honored. Ready to pop my buttons. I couldn't wait!

I began with a plate of pasta primavera. Rich sauce. I smiled at its author, gave the thumbs up. She smiled, humbled. That plate was cleared. I gazed around the table...Cheese and spinach stuffed pastry. So good and hot. And delicious. I smiled. They all watched. Sure it was a bit awkward, but it was new. Kind of arousing. I wish you had been there Steve!

Spaghetti. Rigatoni. Veal and chicken parmagiana. Canoli. Sweet breads. Cookies. Everyone admired my appetite. They whispered and looked on with admiration. And I ate and ate and ate. I could feel the waistband getting tighter. I let them know. It was really digging into my stuffed belly. They were apparently impressed. I told them that I loved all of the food sooo much. They cleared the plates after I cleaned them. (My appetite has grown to gargantuan proportions!) My blouse seemed to get tighter with each swallow. A cream puff. I felt like I was steadily inflating. We talked of keeping in touch. We talked of the two weeks we'd been together. It seems that I have been the topic of a lot of their conversations...

It was a lot of fun surveying the table and selecting my next dish... The calzone were like surprises exploding in my mouth...each filled with sinful stuffing.

After some time. I reached down and tried to ease the pressure on my bulging stomach. They all held their breath in anticipation. I ate on. I spread my thighs so that my belly could rest on the cushioned seat...

I breathed deeply. They waited.

It was the zuppa that did it. My tummy was sososososo full. They all held their breath. A crock of pasta zuppa. I leaned back and ate. They knew it was coming. So did I. I had reached the limit of my waistband. A brand new suit! It was loose when I bought it downtown!

I breathed. Swallowed. Ate. The broth was salty, delicious, the gnocchi was so filling... More. A little bit more... Another swallow...

I was so uncomfortable...my belly stretched to its limit constricted by the skirt. It hung over threateningly... I leaned further back. Swallowed. Happy, thrilled expectancy filled the room. I felt overinflated...stuffed. For effect, I tilted the crock back, wrapped my lips around the rim, and drank heavily. Gulping, slurping. Ingesting. Inflating...more...more... A moment of anticipatory silence...


The buttons began to pop. The skirt...the blouse. A cheer rose up. Hugs and kisses. Congratulations...Wishes of Buona fortuna.

Once the buttons popped, however, I realized there was still more room in this fat little princess! And I surveyed the table for my next treat...

They all laughed, smiled. Waited on me. Others joined in the feast. It was a fantastic farewell and I don't think they'll be forgetting me too soon!

Honey. It was absolutely orgasmic!!!

See you at the airport. Flight 675. Gate A. 9:30.
I love you. Boy are you gonna be surprised! I am so FAT FAT FAT!
See you soon! XOXOXOXOXO
PS: Make sure the scale is ready!

I am at the airport.

Stephanie's flight was due ten minutes ago. I can't wait to see her. She will be gorgeous. The first signs of people begin to trickle out of her gate. Strangers all. Frustrated, I jerk my head up and down, straining for a glance of my sweetheart.

My God. There she is. She hasn't seen me yet and I am allowed a moment of private admiration. She is wearing a yellow polo shirt and blue stretch pants. She stands out in the crowd. My heart picks up. I can't help but smile. I am in awe...

Her great, rounded belly proceeds her. It bounces gently with her gait. Tight. Full. Enormous. She HAS grown bigger! I imagine the party and her buttons popping and I am jealous... Her shirt is stretched tightly, holding her in. It has slipped up a bit, allowing a glance at her stuffed, fat tummy. Her thighs are jubilantly FAT. They roll gently with each step. Her calves are rounded. Her knees are dimpled. Her face is fatter than before. Of course I recognize her, but she has fattened up! Wow. She must have eaten nonstop. I am so lucky to have her. Her arms are pressed outward by her swelling body. Her breasts have blown up nicely. She has really packed on the pounds. She looks delicious. Her hand rests on her fat tummy for a moment. She pops what looks to be a chocolate into her mouth...chews.

She sees me. She smiles. Picks up her pace.

We meet. I hug her and her fat envelopes me. She is so soft and full...plump, round. I kiss her fat little cheek. My hands rest on her plump thighs. Her fat belly is pressed tightly against me. Oh god is this heaven!

I can't wait to get her home...

Italy was a turning point for Steph. It really opened her eyes..and in.creased her appetite. Eating to impress a crowd was an incredible experience for her. When we arrived back at my place she weighed in after some sweet fondling. She was 413 pounds. She held it tightly and well on her 5'2" frame. She was so damned happy...and so was I. We went out for dinner at Denny's. It was the only place open. She ordered three breakfasts. She couldn't decide between pancakes, french toast or an omelet...so she got all three. People stared. And she loved it. Me too. She savored the event. Ate every last bite. She confessed that she was way past full beginning the third plate (the french toast). She waddled out of Denny's, tight, full, round, stuffed. She admired the glances from all around. The whispers excited her...

That was two months ago. Now she sits, at the computer, typing away. Sipping a shake from McDonalds. Munching fries. We are so happy. Her belly is so fat and round. She is the epitome of the fertility goddess. So round. Plump. Her thighs are big, juicy and plump. She is more gorgeous than ever there, her belly rising upward. Always full. I spoil her so. We are so very in love.

She has a constant appetite and her body grows every day. She has no limit for her gain. I am lucky I suppose. We do button popping ceremonies every once in a while. We make great love to each other.

She's about 450 lbs. now.

And growing.

And growing.

My fantasy come true.

--Honey? I'm starving.

She pats her huge belly.

--Tummy's hungry. Feed me sweets! Stuff me please!


Gotta run.

Been nice chatting with you.

Stephanie calls.

Drop me a line some time and I'll fill you in, okay?

The future is certainly looking FAT.

Thanks for your time....