John woke up the next morning, he looked around the room,
something's not right, he thought to himself. Then he looked at himself, and
saw the mound in the cover's of the bed.
Oh yeah, he remembered. Last night, the food....
The food, all the food he had eaten. He looked at the results of the
food he had consumed, it piled a large round spot at his belly. The turkey
dinner and then the pumpkin pie hadn't been enough, but the plate of cookies
that he had eaten right before he went to sleep, that had been the last of a
definitely strange night for him. John struggled to sit up in the bed, his new
belly hindered, but didn't stop him from getting uprigth.
"Man, I ate too much..." John mused. He shifted in his bedding,
feeling his body settle, and the he passed gas. John patted his belly and then
commented. "Ahh, that made some room in there."
"Knock-knock...Are you awake?" His host asked behind the door. She
opened the door and entered the room. The stunning blond walked in
wearing a red version of the same nightgown from the night before. With
each step, her ample breasts shook from side to side, John could see the
sexual want in her eyes.
"Oh good, you are." She sat down on the side of the bed. She leaned
down and kissed John good morning. "I trust you slept well? Oh, I see you
ate your little snack last night too."
Little snack? John thought.
"Yes, they were very good," John replied. "But not as good as you."
"I'm glad you liked them," She said moving her hand slowly up his
thighs. "I see its still snowing outside."
"So it is," John could feel himself beginning to stiffen. Her touch
was electric, one hand slowly moving up his left thigh, the other rubbing and
massaging his swollen gut. John began to groan with pleasure, the touch of
her hand on his stomach was almost as pleasurable as the touch of her hand
on his scrotum.
"My name is Pamela, I guess I didn't tell you last night." She said as
she began to stroke him through the blanket. "I thoroughly enjoyed you last
night. I hope with how bad the snow is comming down today, that you will
stay a little longer?"
"Oh, I think I probably could," John said as he began to feel her large
breasts with his hands. Pamela's breasts were large and firm, her areolas
were as large as half-dollars with nipples like pencil erasers.
Mmmmmm..........Pamela began to moan with delight. She then began
to pull down the covers and rubbed the hair of John's chest. Pamela leaned in
and began to kiss John as she moved the blanket past his large belly. John
freed her breasts from the confines of her nightgown and leaned up as much
as his belly allowed to and he suckled at her breasts. With a fluid motion,
Pamela lefted her left leg over John's body and straddled him.
"Oh, such a big belly," She said running her hands on it. "It's big and
soft, but something below it isn't soft."
Pamela slid back and rubbed her pussy against John's hard cock. She
continued to rub her hands on John's belly, massaging it, making it stretch.
"Oh yes," John moaned, it was difficult to which felt better, her pussy
against his cock, or her hands on his belly.
Pamela reached under her and raised herself up, placing the head of
John's cock at her opening.
"Are you going to stay for the day?" She asked while holding his cock
at the lips of her pussy.
"Yes, oh yes I will stay." John said, almost begging. With that,
Pamela slid down the length of his seven inches to his base.
"AAAaahhhhhhh...." She gasped in delight. She began to ride up and
down his shaft, feeling the entire length reaching up into her. John began to
buck his hips up into hers. He grabbed at Pamela's hips and ground his cock
as deep as he could. She looked deep into John's steel blue eyes as she rode
him. "Oh YES, go deep as you can!"
John thrusted urgently, he could feel himself building up in pressure,
he knew it wouldn't be very long before the inevitible. Pamela leaned in and
joined John in meeting his thrusts, riding him in wild abandon.
"Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Keep fucking me!" Pamela screamed out arching
her back and thrusting her breasts forward. "Cum in me, shoot it deep in
me!"
"Aaaaaaaarrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!!" John cried out as he erupted his
seed into Pamela. He kept pumping his cock into her, releasing as much of
his seed into her as he could. "Oh my God, oh goodness......"
"Oh John, you must stay for the rest of the week if you are always like
that." Pamela cooed as she lay atop of him.
They lay together for the next couple of hours, cuddling and kissing
one another. During that time, Pamela focused her attention on John's belly,
rubbing and massaging it. John didn't care, he loved the touch of her hands
on him. Each finger made him feel alive, sending sensations of pleasure up
and down his body. The made love a second time, each of them reaching a
thunderous climax. The only thing that made them get out of bed was when
John's stomach began to growl.
"Oh, my baby is hungry," Pamela said rubbing John's belly. "I'll have
to fix that. "Man can't live by sex alone.""
"But its a close second," John said as Pamela got out of the bed.
"Why don't you take a shower while I fix something to eat," Pamela
said putting her nightgown back on. "And I have some clothes from when
my brother used to stay her, they should fit you."
Maybe before yesterday, John thought to himself while patting his
belly.
When John got finished showering, he viewed himself in the mirror.
Taking in the sights of belly. Not as swollen as last night now, he thought.
It must have been that incredible sex. John turned and looked at the bed, he
had made it before getting into the shower, and he saw the clothes that
Pamela had laid out for him. It was a red plaid flannel shirt and a pair of
khaki pants.
"Here goes nothing," John whispered. He got the clothes on with little
difficulty, they both seemed a little snug, but he shouldn't have any problems,
barring another feast like the night before.
As soon as John walked out into the hallway of the little house, he
could smell the scents of what seemed like a great breakfast. John let his
nose lead him back to the dining area, as if he needed direction. When he got
to the table he was almost aghast when he saw the table.
On the table were two place settings, one for himself and Pamela,
presumably, and an array of breakfast dishes. One platter held piles of
waffles, another held a stack of sausage links piled high like cord wood. He
saw a glass carafe` of juice and similiar carafe` of milk. In a silver serving
dish was a steaming omellette that contained from John's viewing diced ham,
cheese, and mushrooms. John could hear Pamela rustling around in the
kitchen, preparing some other type of dish that he couldn't imagine.
"My you are a big cooker," John said loudly. He sat himself down
and put his napkin in his lap.
"Well, sometimes I get carried away," Pamela said carrying in a platter
of country potatoes. "But, I love to see a man eat."
Then she must get wet watching me, John thought.
John began to put small portions of everything on his plate, but then
Pamela began to assist him, adding one or two more heaping spoons of
omellette, or a very generous application of syrup on his overly buttered
waffles. John cleaned his plate twice, putting away large stacks of waffles
and sausages that swam in the maple syrup of the waffles. Pamela walked
over to John and pulled up another chair next to him.
"Oh dear, I would hate to throw the rest of this away." She said
pointing at the remaining platter of potatoes and eggs. Pamela put both
platters in front of him and began to rub John's enlarging stomach. "Now
why don't you eat this like a good little boy for mommy? You eat this and I'll
make sure you have plenty of room in here." She said massaging and
kneading his bloated belly.
Like the night before, John's stomach was straining the buttons of the
shirt. But some how, the touch of Pamela's hand made it all better, he didn't
hurt as bad when she rubbed him.
"Okay, I'll eat it for you." He said looking into her ocean blue eyes.
With that he went to work on the rest of the food. He shoveled forkful
after forkful of eggs and potatoes into his mouth. John would switch from
eggs to potatoes after each bite, slowly working through the combined halves
of each platter. The shirt buttons gave way when the eggs were scraped up,
then the button on the pants popped off when he ate the last shredds of
potatoes.
"Oh my goodness," Pamela exclaimed. "You were hungry."
She sat next him rubbing her hands all over his globular stomach,
occasionally she would move her hands below his growing lap and fondle his
scrotum. She kissed him and continued to knead and work his stomach,
making sure that she was squeezing to hard.
"Now, I know you are just so full, so why don't you go lay down and
have a nap. Maybe the snow will let up by noon?" Pamela suggested.
"Ok, " John answered. He was full, not full, but stuffed. Just like a
turkey at Thanksgiving. And thinking of Thanksgiving he felt like one of the
balloons in the Macy's Parade. He wandered off into the living room and sat
on a large, soft couch. He looked up on the mantle of the living room and
noticed a couple of pictures. One of the pictures had Pamela and a couple of
men of large size. A television was on, apparently it was tuned to the
Weather Channel.
"There's a huge Artic front moving through the area, the snowfall will
continue through tonight and probably through the next week." Reported a
raven haired woman in a bad dress. "So it looks like there will be a record
snowfall for the next week. There are traveller's advisorys being issued, so if
you really don't have to get out this next couple of weeks, don't. Luckily in
this area we don't have to worry about the possibility of powerlines comming
down since we had the recent work on the lines being buried. Just hopefully
you have plenty of food in your pantry because the snow doesn't look like it
will let up for the next several weeks."
Weeks? John thought dreamily. Weeks? I hope the guys aren't still at
the hunting camp.
John drifted off to sleep thinking of hunting. Hunting up a plate of
waffles and sausages.
2
When John woke up he looked at his watch and saw that he had been
asleep for two hours. With some effort he got up from the couch and made
his way to the bathroom. After relieving himself, John made his way to the
living room.
"Pamela? Where are you?" He called out. John had his pants on,
barely, only the zipper kept the pants up.
"I'm in here," She called from the kitchen. From the sound of it, she
was cooking again.
John slowly made his way to the kitchen, noticing that it was almost
the biggest area of the house he had seen. The refridgerator and stove seem
almost like a commercial type that would be found in a resturant. He could
see that she had a large boiling pot on the stove with a saute` pan next to it,
John could tell from the scent that she was preparing an Italian dish.
"Oh, there's my big boy now." She said running her hands along the
side of his belly. "Are you ready for lunch?"
"Come to think of it, I am a little hungry." John replied. "From what I
heard, it looks like we're gonna have snow for the next couple of weeks. It's
a regular blizzard."
"Yes, nothing to do but stay inside and keep ourselves busy." She said
with a devilish grin.
Twenty minutes later John was sitting at his place at the table, Pamela
had a plate of Spaghetti bolognese in front of him. While they ate, they
chatted some more. John discovered what he already had an idea of, Pamela
was a gourmet chef. She had gone to Europe and studied with the masters
and then came back to the United States and learned with other chefs at the
resturants that she worked at. During the course of her talking, John put
away four plates of the pasta, and several pieces of garlic bread.
"Oh, I noticed a picture of you on the mantle. Who are the two
gentlemen with you?" John asked between forkfuls.
"Oh, that is my two brothers." She answered with a light in her eyes.
"They are big eaters too. The last time they were here, I made them a huge
dinner of bar-b-que."
"I love bar-b-que," John said looking up from his plate.
"Oh, I make the best bar-b-que." She replied. "But I never learned it
in my time of chef school. I got the lessons from my grandmother who was
from Texas."
"So do you still cook for anyone else besides me and your brothers?"
John asked as he filled his plate for the fifth time.
"No, had a very successfull resturant that I sold. Giving me more
money than I really need, and I ocassionally sell some recipes to some of my
chef colleagues." Pamela said as she cleared the table. "I guess that's why I
keep the stove, refriderator, and pantry like I do. Just like a resturant, and I
really detest going out too often to shop."
John made quick time of his plate and handed it to Pamela for her to
put away.
"How's my baby?" She asked poking his belly. John giggled at her
touch, making his belly shake.
"Full, very full." He answered. "I'm ready for a nap again."
With that he lumbered off to the couch. The television was still tuned
to the Weather Chanel. The same forecaster stated the same facts about the
weather that she had earlier in the day. After listening to the same facts John
drifted off to sleep.
3
For the next few days that's how it went for John. He would wake in
the arms of Pamela and have the best sex of his life to start the day. Then he
would eat a grand breakfast that she would prepare for him. He would
lumber off to the living room and see how the weather stayed the same. Then
raising himself from his post-breakfast nap he would eat the large meal that
Pamela would make for him. During his post-lunch nap and dinner, John
would eat a snack of pasteries that Pamela had made while she worked on the
feast that would be his dinner. After dinner Pamela would slowly lead him
back to the bedroom and ride his cock till she came screaming.
After the second week of his arrival, John noticed the physical changes
that were happening to him. His arms and legs were growing noticibly
thicker. His chin was slowly giving way to his growing form. His belly
began get larger, fuller each day. He had guessed that he weighed 225 when
he pulled up to Pamela's driveway on that snowy night, now his thought his
weight was approaching 260 pounds. But, with each pound that he put on,
he felt more aware of each touch and sensation that Pamela provided.
Pamela would rub his belly, massaging it to make more room for each
culinary delight that she would prepare that day.
During the begining of the third week of the blizzard, John had spoken
with Pamela and he asked her if he could stay with her on a permenant basis.
She happily agreed and made him a grand feast. That was also the same
week that the phones began to work again and John was able to call his
family and friends. He reassured them that he was fine, well and in love.
When the weather finally broke on the sixth week, John guessed his
weight to be around 310. Well, I got me a good winter coat now. He
thought to himself. John had gotten himself a prize winning gut, it stuck out
in front of him by at least eight inches. His legs and butt had gotten
considerably thicker, as well as his arms. He decided to do some kind of
exercise to keep his muscles of his body in shape to carry his growing girth.
John would do some simple push-ups and stretch as much as he could, before
he ate. He and Pamela did laugh that they provided enough exercise in the
evening and in the morning with their epic lovemaking sessions to make his
muscles stay toned enough to keep him mobile.
When John began to approach 350, he noticed Pamela seemed to be
putting on a couple of extra pounds. Her breasts were getting much fuller,
and she seemed to be getting a paunch. He didn't really think anything of it,
shoot, it might be that the times she eats with him is starting to rub off. After
some thoughts on it, John asked Pamela what was going on.
"Well, all these times you've been planting your seed have paid off,"
Pamela said. "It's found purchase in my garden."
"A baby?" John exclaimed happily. "When are you due?"
"Oh, in December," She answered. "Almost a year after we met."
"When do you want to get married?" John asked, he was swelling
with pride instead of Pamela's food.
"Next month," Pamela answered without hesitation. "I'll cook
everything. I'll make you your own grooms cake."
John called his family and friends to make plans for the wedding.
Pamela called her family and did the same. She did make a concession and
decided to bring in some of her old staff from her old resturant to help
prepare everything for the reception. The excitement of the planning made
John's gaining plateau at 379. His family had been very receptive with his
new look, and after sampling the food at the reception, they could see how
easy it was to put on that much weight. John met Willy and Harliss, Pamela's
brothers, and the were much larger than the picture that had been taken of
them. John had guessed that both brothers hovered around 350.
"I see that they really like their sister's food too," A member of the
wedding party said.
John looked like a Killer Whale wearing his black and white tux and
Pamela's heaving chest looked as if it were going to explode out of her white
lace wedding dress. The nuptuals went quickly and the reception was almost
an orgy of eating from the delights of Pamela's kitchen. Each course was
met with oohs and aahs and rapturous Mmmmmmmmsss. Willy and Harliss
engaged in a eating contest at their table. John considered joining them, but
he remembered the sole groom's cake that Pamela prepared for him, and he
declined. By the end of the evening Harliss had out eaten his brother and had
to borrow a pair of John's newest pants since he couldn't fit into his own
anymore.
After everyone had left, John and Pamela retired to thier bedroom and
she revealed the groom's cake. It was a cake that was a half-sheet cake of
devil's food and thick chocolate icing with Driscol strawberries. Pamela
brought a bottle of Moet and fed John each of the chocolate strawberries
followed by a sip of champagne. She made him take off his tuxedo before he
started on the bulk of the cake, Pamela remembered that she didn't want to
ruin the tux from John busting through it. John then tore into the cake with
earnest, using a large mixing spoon, he scooped large chunks of the devils
food into his mouth. As he did this, Pamela massaged and kneaded his giant
stomach. Her hands started at the top of his chest and worked her way down
his swelling gut. John began to emit groans of ecstacy as she worked her
way to his growing penis. Pamela began to fist John's engorged cock,
making it harder and harder and he ate more and more of the cake. She
wrapped her lips around the head of John's cock and began to work it down
her throat as much as she could. Pamela sucked furiously at John's cock,
drawing on it like she was drinking a milkshake.
"Come on baby, shoot it in my mouth." She ordered. "Cum in my
mouth."
"Mmmmmm....." John said with a mouthful of chocolate. "Mmm... I
will baby."
John's cock swelled up and spewed out his cum, shooting out on
Pamela's tongue. As more of his semen issued out, Pamela lapped at it,
loving every drop.
"Oh baby, " Pamela said breathlessly as she sat back.
John had been able to consume the entire cake during their
"consumation", but it had been more of a "consumption" than a wedding
night. After putting the last bits of the cake aside, John and Pamela fell
asleep in each others arms.
4
As the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months, John
slowly began to gain again. His gain of fifteen pounds on his wedding day
helped break the plateau of 379 and push him closer to 400 pounds. Each
new week, John slowly gained, five pounds here, eight pounds there. But his
weight was becoming more evenly distributed about his body. While John
gained, Pamela began to blossom.
In the early days of June, Pamela's breasts swelled up from 36d to
44ff. John would bury his face in her ample busom and suckle her till he
was able to draw milk. He was at first concerned, but Pamela concented to
him nursing her. "Might as well get me ready for when I have to do it for
real," She mused. John delighted in getting sample her sweet nectar, and
would have Pamela add breast milk to some of her dishes that she made for
him. At the begining of July, Pamela had a small pot for a belly. As August
rolled around, it was developing to be very round. By this time John was
steadily approaching 480 pounds, and was still very mobile. He had taken
his physical regimen very seriously and took to stretching and building his
muscles through weight lifting. It was also in August that Pamela and John
decided that they would need a new house, one with special needs for John's
increasing size and a nursery for their impending arrival. They had the plans
drawn up and construction began in September. Pamela paid extra for the
contractor to have the house finished and decorated by mid-October, she
wanted to be moved in and settled before John had gotten to where he
couldn't get through the doorways of the current house.
When they moved into their new home, John was at 530 pounds and a
very proud belly that hung at mid thigh and two feet in front of him. Pamela
had developed a belly that could very possibly give John's a run for its
money. It had looked as if Pamela had swallowed a basketball and it settled
at her mid-section. During the blur of Thanksgiving, Pamela hired a
housekeeper and a cook, (mostly to help with the holiday feasts). By that
time, Pamela was getting fatigued from standing too long. She was eight
months pregnant and looked like she was carrying a medium-sized beachball
in her stomach. John had hit another plateau by that time, but he figured that
it would be shattered from the up comming feast that Pamela had planned.
The Thanksgiving meal was enough to feed ten people, but it was for
Pamela and John only. A large turkey and ham were the centerpieces of the
table, along with many different side dishes, mashed potatoes, stuffing,
candied yams, squash, and green beans. Pamela ate her fill, nowdays it didn't
take much with her little passenger taking up space, and she sat next to John
and fed him much like the same way that she did on that first night together.
John disposed of the ham and the turkey was but a dessicated carcass at the
end of the meal. Like the first night and many other times afterward, John
had popped the buttons off of his shirt, exposing his huge stomach. The next
day John stepped on his groaning scale and saw that he had consumed almost
thirty pounds from the evening before.
"Wow, I wonder what Christmas is gonna be like?" John asked his
growing belly.
When Christmas did arrive Pamela was a VERY pregnant nine
months. Her beachball belly looked as if it had swelled to the concert size
beachball. When Pamela and John kissed, they had to do it standing side by
side due to the immense size of their respective bellies. At the beginging of
December, John had spoken with Pamela and they both decided that the end
of the year would be the stopping point for John's gaining. Pamela couldn't
have John get immobile with a new baby in the house, it would be way too
much for her. At the time, it was getting to be difficult for herself to get
around, much less John. Pamela did say that New Year's Eve would be
capped with John having the same size bar-b-que feast that Pamela had fixed
both of her brothers when they weighed in at 260 pounds. Pamela was
making all the arrangements for the food to be shipped to the house when her
first labor pains hit. On the 23rd of December, Pamela delivered triplets, all
boys. Each little boy was healthy and favored their father. John was on
cloud nine and very proud of his wife on how she handled herself. They
named the boys, John Jr., Harliss, and Willy, after Pamela's favorite men in
her life.
On New Year's Eve, Pamela made all the final preparations for John's
feast. She had gotten a live-in nanny to help with the boys, and another cook
to help with the dinner, (she still had some difficulty getting around). At
eight o'clock, John sat down in his reinforced chair and surveyed the
landscape of the table. One platter held at least six pounds of sliced brisket,
another held links of smoked sausage, and the biggest platter held ten pounds
pork ribs. There was also bowls of beans, potato salad, cole slaw, and onion
rings. John had decided he would wear a togo style of clothing since he was
getting tired of busting through his clothes during these special feasts. John
had gotten on the special scale that had been built in the last month and
checked his weight. He had weighed in at 590 pounds, I bet I can hit 630 at
the end of night, the end of the year, he thought to himself.
John began to eat the ribs with gusto just after the clock tolled eight.
When nine went by, there was a huge pile of ribs in a plate and most of the
smoked sausage was gone. At ten, the brisket, beans, slaw, and potato salad
were but a passing memory. John saw the onion rings, and he decided he's
take his time with them.
"Pamela, what's for dessert?" He asked while pouring a half bottle of
ketchup on the salad bowlful of fried onions.
"Banana pudding, Honey." Pamela said motioning to the cook to bring
it in. After the cook brought in the two quart bowl, Pamela sent her home for
the evening.
"Oh, the special dessert?" John asked quickly munching at the rings.
"Mmm-Hmmmm." Pamela answered sliding down to John.
John inhaled the last bit of the onion rings and grabbed a spoon to dig
into the pudding. He looked at the clock on the wall, it read 11:30.
"Take your time, Big Boy," Pamela said massaging his massive belly.
"I want you to ring in the New Year in a special way."
"You bet, Sweety," He said anxiously.
As John slowly spooned the succulent banana pudding into his mouth,
Pamela moved her hands over the vast acreage of John's body. She made
small circles, then large circles with her hands. Then she unwrapped John
from his toga, playing with his bare skin. Staying out of his way as much as
she could, Pamela sucked on John's nipples, making them hard and erect.
She then began to trail her way down, leaving slow wet kisses. When she
reached his groin, she had John spread his legs wide to give her access to his
penis. Due to the size of his girth, she had some difficulty getting to her
favorite plaything. What Pamela did enjoy was that John had also gained
some size and girth in his cock. He had gone from having a seven inches
long and two inches wide cock, to a nine inch long and four inch wide
monster. As she began to lick the length of it, Pamela decided that when
John got back down to a manageable 330, that they should make sure he
didn't lose any of his cock size. With slow, soft strokes, John's enormous
cock grew to its full size. Working her right hand on his penis, Pamela used
her left to fondel his orange-sized balls. Oh, these have to stay the same too,
Pamela reminded herself.
With the size and girth of John's cock being larger, Pamela could only
resign herself to sucking the head while stroking the length of the shaft. As,
John became more and more aroused, he ate more and more of the pudding.
His breath was becoming faster and faster as he felt the tempo of Pamela's
strokes on the length of the diamond hard cock. John felt the welling of his
seed in his engorged balls. Pamela's eyes widened as she saw his balls
tighten up. Any second now, She thought. Pamela wished she was ready to
have this large cock in her, but it wouldn't be for a another month before she
could ride atop of John.
John was concentrating on holding back, he had only a few seconds
from the stroke of midnight. He was down to the last few bites of the
pudding and started to scoop them down. Eight, seven, six, five, four, three,
two, One! John mentally counted down.
"AAaaaaahhhhh! Oh my goodness," John exclaimed as he let go with
a blast of cum.
Pamela sucked as much as she could from the fountain that erupted
from her husband's cock. As best as she could she swollowed until it just
dribbled out of her mouth.
"Oh my, that was wonderful," Pamela cooed. She looked up at her
husband's disstended belly. "I love you, John."
John looked down at his beautiful wife longingly and replied, "I love
you too."
The next morning John got up and stepped on the scale, he touched the
audio meter and it reported. "Six hundred and twenty-five pounds."
"Almost six-thirty," John replied. He placed his hands on his massive
belly and went help Pamela with the boys.
epiloge
John and Pamela lived together for the rest of their lives. John
eventually got down to weight of 350 pounds, more than what he weighed
when he met Pamela, but he was happier than he was ever in his life. Pamela
spent most of the following five years bearing John's children for him.
Pamela seemed to get bigger during the course of each pregnancy, but after
each child she was able to get back to her original form.
The six boys and two girls made for a happy family, and Pamela
looked forward to feeding her children, especially her boys.
"I love to watch a man eat," She'd always say.