It's 7p, I'm anxiously awaiting my date's arrival, I'm thinking only an hour left, I'm
nervous, but suddenly calmed by the appearance of the oversized lighted aquarium in the far
corner of the dimly lit room. I take yet another deep breath. I select my favorite CD and put it
on; some soft jazz.
I go over to the dining table, double checking to make sure everything is in place.
The plates, beautiful with a floral pattern seem inviting. I get excited anticipating what's to
come, the plates will soon be filled with fattening foods, all my favorites,chicken seasoned just
right and fried to perfection, creamy mashed potatoes with at least a stick of butter, green beans
with onion and bacon, country pepper flaked gravy , and slightly browned dinner rolls brushed in
butter. The aroma excites me!
Its now 7:30, on to the full length mirror to make a final check. I take a glance and
think how beautiful and fat my reflection is, my hair is fierce, every shiny black lock is in place,
the make-up is flawless, from the soft eye shadow to my full luscious lips , and on to my double
chin. As I look down it appears my breasts are bigger than yesterday, they look more like FF's
instead of the usual DDs, pleased at the thought I grab them and hold them. The lace bodice of
my black satin gown is hugging them perfectly. Venturing on down, I begin to smile at the site
of my massive mountain of belly. I collect the flesh in my small hands and tightly squeeze.
Ummmm its so erotic. I lift it and it falls to my 40" thighs, creating a beautiful slapping noise as
it returns to its normal sagging position. As I look further down I notice my pudgy feet are
looking comfy, they are dug into the plush carpet due to my excessive weight.
The phone rings , just as I say to myself , Girl......YOU DA BOMB!! Its my best
friend wishing me a good time tonight! Its now 7:55. I make one last check of the bountiful
portions of food that are sitting atop the stove and a quick peek at the chicken and rolls in the
oven....
The doorbell rings its 8 o'clock exactly. I gather myself and open the door with a big
smile on my face. His 5'6" frame looks unbelievably handsome in his denim ensemble, even his
loafers don't seem out of place on his BIG feet. He hands me a bottle of chilled champagne as I
invite him in. I close the door, as I turn around ,he hands me a single red rose. I take the bottle
and rose to the kitchen.
He rounds the corner and stands at a distance, he's admiring my abundant body, all the
lumps, and all the bumps as I put the champagne on ice. Suddenly he says, "You've done
enough" He reaches out for my hand , and leads me to the table, pulls out my large chair and
gently pushes it under mean tells me to sit. He kisses the back of my hand gently before
releasing it and says " let me prepare the table".
One by one he brings each full platter to the table. First the chicken, my stomach
rumbles at the site of it. Then the potatoes, green beans, gravy and rolls,he follows with the
large bucket that holds the bottle now beading with condensation. As he sits, he pulls his chair
closer to me. He kisses my fat cheek softly and says "I'm feeding you tonight baby". He's
reaching out and to touch my sagging belly, it tickles when he makes contact and I giggle. He
excitedly says "I love when you laugh, it makes your belly jiggle". I smile in appreciation of this
wonderful man, bold and brave and not ashamed to show his love for his bbw.
He opens the champagne and pours it up in the two fluted glasses that sit upon the table.
We make a toast to each other and take a sip, my sip being quite larger than his. He sits my
drink down and asks, "Shall we start?" I smile in agreement. Slowly he feeds me starting by
hand with the chicken then grabbing the tablespoon, he feeds me the cream potatoes drenched in
the creamy country gravy, alternating them with the greenbeans and rolls. He pats some gravy
from my chin with his napkin, He gives me another sip of champagne and asks, "is it good?" I
say yes and he hurriedly fills the spoon again to pass me another heap of potatoes and shoves
half a roll in my mouth. I chew slowly with the feeling that some food will fall out if I chew
faster. No sooner than I finished that he is shoveling in more chicken. I'm chewing faster now at
the taste of the crispy seasoned chicken skin he's feeding me.
He leans over and asks , "can I give you a little kiss". I lean forward in acceptance, as he
plants a kiss, "Nice he says as he piles up another fork full . "I'm getting a little full" I tell him . "
You are" he replies. "You've only eaten 6 pieces of chicken, 3 cups of beans, 5 rolls and 3
servings of potatoes, do you think you can eat a little more?" I say yes and smile and reposition
myself in my chair.
Happy, he leans over again and kisses me deeper, this time without asking. He proceeds
to feed me 4 more pieces of chicken, the rest of the potatoes and gravy, and the green beans. I
tell him I'm full and don't think I can eat another bite. He says "come on, you only have one
more roll". I take the last roll to my lips and slowly eat it. He reaches over and touches my
newly expanded girth. He lights up as he announces how tight it feels.
He gets up and goes to the kitchen, arriving back to the table I'm surprised by the large
spoon and 1/2 gallon of Blue Bell chocolate cheesecake ice cream he is holding. "got room for
dessert baby" he pleasingly asked. " Where is the bowl" I asked, "You won't need one" he replied
as he sneakily smiled. He lit the candles on the table and turned off the dimmed lights. I tell
him I'm ready for it, I believe I have a little more room left, Though I feel almost immobile
now.
He gladly starts to feed me the ice cream, first with small amounts, then graduating to heaps
of the rich decadent dessert on the spoon. He feeds me each spoon slowly and carefully. All of
a sudden he's scraping the bottom of the tub. I tell him after consuming the last bite, I cant
believe I ate the whole thing. " You made me proud girl, are you good and full and satisfied?"
I say yes, lets go to the couch., he leads me through the candle lit room to the couch. I'm so
full I can hardly waddle, my belly is now hanging to my knees, my feet are swollen to almost
twice their size. I finally make it to the couch and flop down hard on it, relieving my feet of the
pressure of my massive weight. He's standing before me admiring my fat, flabby beautiful body.
Wanting him next to me I pat the cushion next to me. He sits next to me and immediately
begins to rub my extremely distended belly. "I love it". he says, as he lowers his head to kiss it.
I quiver at the touch of his lips. He assures me that everything is okay as he raises up and our
lips meet. We kiss each other deeper and hungrily now, his hand is venturing down to my
colossal thighs.....he moans as he grabs handfuls of the soft inner most flesh and squeezes. I
grab his hand to push it back, but overcome by emotions, I follow his motions instead. He kisses
me longer and harder.
He directs my hand to the bulge in his jeans. I rub him eagerly and proceed to unbutton his
pants. He hugs me hard, this makes me feel so secure, so cared for, so loved. Knowing what we
both want I look into his eyes and kiss him, he helps me as I straddle him, my thighs are now
engulfing his body, my large pendulous breasts in his face, my huge sagging belly is pressed hard
against his. He tells me he loves the feel of my weight against him. He lifts my satin gown past
my wide hips. He loses his hand in the moist flesh between my legs as I writhe with pleasure, he
is kissing my neck and whispering how fat I have become since taking my first bite of dinner,
and how its turning him on to have a woman of my abundant proportions atop him.
He reaches down and guides himself into my aching abyss. We follow each others sensuous
movements, we are in synch like I never would have imagined. We are devouring each
other...we hold each other tightly as we share our love. He tells me he loves me as we both
reach our peak of erotic excitement....the rest of the night is filled with wonderful food and
conversation....we fall asleep in each others arms....and awake to the warmth of the sun on our
faces, that's peeking through the window pane..
Alecks