Eating Fantasy

WANTED: Girl, age 20-30, 200+ lbs and growing. Must love to eat and want to grow larger. Object: romance.

I'll admit it's not exactly subtle. Still, after coaxing my last girl to gain forty pounds over a year and a half, she decided to surprise me by loosing weight. She even thought I would love her new thinner body. I just couldn't convince her I wanted more, not less. Well, this time I would make sure my girl understood what I wanted right from the start. About a week after I placed the add, I got a call.

"Hello, are you the fat admirer?"

"Yes, my name is Jim, and you must be..."

"Carol. I eat a lot."

"Oh..." What was I supposed to say?

"You are the fellow looking for a fat girl who wants to eat and get even fatter, aren't you?"

"Uh, Yes. Yes I am. Would you like to get together?

How about Friday?"

"That sounds great."

"We could meet at the mall, in front of the theater, about 7:00. Maybe we could catch a movie or something. You'll recognize me; I'll wear a red jacket."

"Make it the food court. You'll recognize me too; I'll be eating! Bye."

Whoever Carol was, she certainly had no hangups about being gaining weight. One thing was for sure: this girl wasn't about to go on any diet.

It seemed a month until Friday rolled around. I arrived about ten minutes early and looked around to see if I could find Carol. All I saw was a couple of girls who were merely plump and several hefty older ladies. Then I spotted her; at least, I hoped it was her. This girl was in her mid twenties, blond, and weighed about three hundred pounds. She was sitting at a table, and yes, she was eating. She saw me too and waved me over.

"Hi," she said. Long hair framed her beautiful round face. "You must be Jim." She smiled and popped a few french fries in her mouth. With a start, I realized she was finishing off a 'Meal Deal' box of fried chicken. My god, those were supposed to feed a family of four!

"Hello, Carol," I said, "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"So, you like fat girls? I've been looking for a fat admirer for at least a year."

"I've been looking for a girl like you for at least, well, all my life." I didn't mean to say that exactly, but it was true.

"My girlfriends told me any guy who liked fat girls had to be a creep. You know, you don't look like a creep at all."

"I save the creepy parts for later," I said. "Right now, I'm just a normal guy with an unconventional sense of beauty." I smiled to show her exactly who's beauty I was talking about. She smiled back. I took a deep breath.

"Do you like what you see?" She stood up slowly, then ponderously turned, giving me a look from every angle. Most of her weight was concentrated in her legs, butt, and belly.

"Yes! You look terrific!." She just stood there; she seemed to be waiting for something.

"Of course, you could stand to put on a couple of pounds..." That was it! She smiled again, and it was like the sun coming up.

"Tell me, Mr. Unconventional, just what do you like about fat girls?"

"You!"

"Seriously."

"I was serious. Softness. Curves. What all men like, just more of it."

"Oh." She seemed disappointed. "That's all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." She thought a second. "Do you like watching a girl eat? I mean a lot of fattening stuff?"

"Yes..." I said cautiously.

"What about a girl gaining weight, growing larger?"

"I like that a lot," I admitted. "I know it sounds strange, but..."

"Outgrowing clothes, bursting seams? Gaining a fifty, eighty, a hundred pounds?"

"Yes!"

"You know, that really isn't what most other guys like."

"It isn't, is it?"

"No, but is sounds like what I like. Would you rather see a movie or watch me eat for two hours?"

"Two hours? I'll believe that when I see it! Let's go."

"Two hours. And then you have to buy me dessert."

"A half dozen hot fudge sundaes?"

She batted her eyes. "How did you guess?"

I had planned taking Carol to a romantic little French place, but she suggested a pizza buffet, all you can eat, and I wasn't about to argue. Carol started off with a salad. Well, actually it was three salads, or at least it filled up three plates.

"I always try to eat a salad or something each day," she explained. "I like to pretend it makes up for the grease, and sugar, and butter, and salt, and all the other crap I stuff myself with. Of course, with all the cheese and dressing, this is probably as bad for me as anything else."

She swallowed the last of the salad. "You know, someday I'm probably going to be really sorry for the way I eat....but not tonight."

After a half hour, I was stuffed, but Carol was still going. Since I had nothing to do but watch her eat, she put me to work keeping her plate, or plates, filled. She could see I loved watching her eat, and she reveled in it. For the first time in her life, she said, she was showing off her appetite rather than hiding it.

"Sometimes I go to three or four restaurants a night and order the biggest thing on each menu. And then go home and snack all night. It's a lot more fun to do this for someone who appreciates it!"

I couldn't believe how much she ate. Figuring twelve slices per, She devoured the equivalent of three jumbo pizzas and was still going strong at the end of two hours. " Would you believe that two years ago I only weighed one hundred twenty pounds?"

"Uh...That's quite a change." How was I supposed to respond? 'What happened?'

"Hey, it's okay! You see...say, you don't mind if I talk with my mouth full, do you? I can eat faster that way."

"Go ahead."

"That was a joke, Jim." She smiled.

"Oops! Sorry." God, I could hardly concentrate on what she was saying.

"My weight has been up and down a lot. I weighed two fifty in high school, then lost over a hundred pounds for the Junior Prom. Before graduation, I was up to almost three hundred. In college, I got down to one-eighty, then up over four hundred. I lost three hundred pounds in two years, and now I'm back up to three twelve. Or, I was, before supper. Have you got any idea how hard it is to loose three hundred pounds?"

"It must be tough."

"It's awful. Do you know why I keep dieting?" Her voice dropped conspiratorially.

"Why?"

"So I can gain it all back," she whispered. "It's weird; I have to eat everything in sight, or nothing at all. It would have to starve myself just to stay the same size, so I diet down and then balloon back up. I love eating like this, and I love watching my belly swell out and my hips spread. I weigh myself every day, and see if I can grow faster now than I did last time. I still have over a hundred pounds to go. I may even let myself go up to four fifty this time."

"Do you like the dieting part? Or loosing weight?"

"I hate it!"

"You could always just keep going, you know. Bigger and bigger. Then you could keep eating."

"True." For the first time since I met her, she frowned.

"What's the matter? I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

"No, no, It's okay. Maybe I'll tell you later." She smiled, and started eating again, and in a moment the mood was restored.

Carol ate for two solid hours, and then some, and I did buy her a half dozen hot fudge sundaes, and she ate them too. Where did she put it all? Then I looked at that sagging belly of hers and I knew.

I asked her over to my place, and she accepted, but I wasn't sure if she went to be with me or because I promised her a two dozen egg omelette for breakfast. Yes, I am sure; she told me she had never opened up and ate like this in front of anyone before.

"This is a big place," she said when we reached my apartment. "You know, I never asked what you do for a living."

"I'm sort of a computer programmer / coordinator / consultant sort of thing. How about you?"

"I'm a writer. I have one book published and another on the way."

We congratulated each other on being so successful and headed for the bedroom. Oh, it wasn't so blatent as that, but we both knew that was where we would end up.

"You know," Carol said as I undressed her, "This is the first time I have been really proud to let a man see how big I was. It feels good."

"It certainly does," I agreed enthusiastically, gently lifting the hanging fat of her belly.

"Careful," she told me as I pulled her down onto the bed. "I'm stuffed."

"Full? You? I was going to offer you a midnight snack after we finished."

"Ooo, that sounds great! But be gentle." I kissed her lips, then her breasts. I stroked her gently, massaging her swollen belly. Under the soft fat I could feel how taut it was. She moaned, and I stopped.

"No, keep going. I like it. I ate all that food just so I could feel this stuffed. Eating turns me on as much as watching me turned you on. Strange, huh?"

"I don't think so."

"You wouldn't. Now stuff me from the other end!" I did, driving deep inside her. It was long and glorious. When we finished, I held her for a moment, then popped out to the kitchen to grab a box of ice cream.

"Here," I said, handing her a spoon. "We have to make up for those calories you burned off."

"Just a minute," she puffed. "Let me catch my breath." Her face was red and her chest heaving.

A couple of minutes later she recovered and accepted the ice cream.

"Whew," she said, "I didn't know I was that out of shape already!"

"Already?"

"When I was up to four hundred I got out of breath just walking to my car. I couldn't climb a flight of steps without stopping to rest. Writers don't get much exercise.

At least this writer doesn't."

"That's fine with me, " I told her. She finished off the ice cream and lay back on the bed. I reached for her, but she caught my hand and held it in hers.

"Not yet. Let me recover." She was still breathing deeply.

"What's it like, being so out of shape?"

"Not bad, if you learn to take it easy. You walk slowly, and avoid stairs, and you don't even think about doing anything strenuous."

"Anything else?"

"Well, I got really lazy. I hired a maid to do all the work around my place. It was just too much trouble to lift all that weight and do anything I didn't absolutely have to, so I just sat around and ate and wrote. It was nice. I'm starting to get that way again."

She ran her hand across my chest, my stomach, then lower. "Say, are you getting turned on because I'm so out of shape?"

I kicked myself mentally for showing so much interest. Would she think I was sick or something? Still, I had to be honest with Carol.

"Well, yes. That's sort of a fantasy of mine: a girl so fat she gets out of breath at the slightest exertion. So out of shape she has to stop making love to catch her breath." I prepared myself for the worst. "What do you think of that?"

"It certainly sounds... convenient, seeing that I'm headed that way myself. I made it all the way through the first fuck, though. I'll have to do better ... or is it worse? ...next time. Bring me some more food."

I found a bag of cookies and brought it back to bed. We lay there for a few moments, the silence broken only by soft crunching sounds. I was thanking providence for being allowed to meet a girl like Carol. After a while I spoke.

"Carol, what's your fantasy?"

"You don't want to know."

"Hey, you heard mine, something I've never told anyone before. Now I have the right to hear yours."

"Okay, you asked for it. My fantasy is to keep getting bigger and bigger, hundreds and hundreds of pounds. I want to just keep eating, until I get so big I can't walk, then so heavy I can't even stand up. I want to be so fat I'm totally helpless, and have to be waited on hand and foot. I would eat constantly to grow even larger. I would have to have servants to feed me, and bathe me, and do everything for me. And there I would be, getting bigger and bigger and bigger."

"Why don't you do it, then? Why do you keep dieting?"

"Before I do, I have to find a special man, someone who would love me that way, someone who would take care of me, someone who would appreciate a huge mountain of female fat. Maybe even a man who would love me more the bigger I got. Rather strange, don't you think?"

"No," I said, "not strange. Convenient. That's exactly the sort of girl I want!"

"But I hardly know you. I can't make that sort of decision tonight." Then she smiled. "Fortunately I don't have to. I have a hundred and fifty pounds to go before I make up my mind." Then, as she popped the last of the cookies in her mouth, she added Of course, that might not take very long..."