I never thought I would find a man who not only appreciates my size andadores my body, but would also treat me like a queen. In the past I hadsome bad experiences with dating and men who wanted me to lose weight, anduntil I met Steve I hadn't been on a date in several years.
I am 5'4", brown-hair, blue eyes and at that time was 23 years oldand weighed 312 lbs. I have always been a compulsive overeater, but sinceI am the only child of a 410 lb. mother who also loves to eat, size wasnever an issue in our house. Instead, mom and I always ate whatever andwhenever we wanted. My father died when I was young and left us very comfortable,so I have never had to work a day in my life.
Despite this, my weight stayed around 280 -300 lbs. I was always prettybusy - until I graduated from college and found myself with nothing butfree time. With nothing to do but eat and sit around the house I reallybegan to fatten up. Gradually, my occasional binges turned into constantsnacking, and then complete gluttony. Even when I was stuffed, I was alreadythinking about what I would eat next. Within two years I gained 120 lbs!I was no longer chubby, but very fat!
I was also feeling very sexually frustrated and lonely. About this timeI accidentally discovered BUF magazine in a bookstore at the mall. I wasso excited to discover so many men actually preferred big women - and someactually wanted them to get fatter! But it was when I read a story entitled"Dinner with Carol" that I discovered what I really wanted. Thestory was about a woman who has a secret fantasy in which she let herselfcompletely go and dedicates herself to becoming as fat as she possibly can.When she meets a feeder she confesses she loves gaining weight and stuffingherself! I was so turned on I could hardly wait to get home to finish thestory!
My mom was sleeping off one of her eating binges, much to my relief. Nointerruptions! I marched into the kitchen and grabbed a full half gallonof ice cream, dumped it in a mixing bowl, poured half a bag of oreo cookiesinto it and added some chocolate syrup on top! As an afterthought I squeezedthe remaining chocolate (nearly a full bottle) directly into my mouth andchugged it down! Even my mom would have been appalled at this act of blatant,un- restrained gluttony!
I settled down in my room and continued to read the story. As I demolishedthe ice cream, I could feel the only pair of jeans I owned that even remotelystill fit become annoyingly tight. My belly was getting really distended,but I couldn't stop eating or reading. I was completely hooked!
Finally, The button of my jeans couldn't take anymore and flew across theroom, ricocheting off my dresser! The blubber of my belly flowed out ontomy lap. I made as if to get up, but found it to be too much effort. I managedto peel the jeans off and vaguely thought to myself "I'm going to needmuch bigger clothes soon." I was so wet I could hardly stand it, butI was determined to finish the story.
Just then, Carol confessed her ultimate fantasy while they are in bed,that she wanted to get so fat she could no longer walk, stand up or evenmove, yet would continue to grow fatter! I was at first completely shocked,and then became uncontrollably excited. I left the magazine where I couldread it over and over while I masturbated for hours that night, fantasizingabout being endlessly force-fed and fattened up by a loving feeder. I soonbecame completely obsessed with the idea, and vowed to find a man who sharedmy fantasy, but had no luck until I met Steve.
After several months of disappointing failures, I finally got a responseto my personal ad that really interested me. Steve sounded nice ( and sexy)on the phone and I was not disappointed when we met in person. To make along story short we hit it off right away, and within a couple of monthsI moved in with him. We soon began the routine we continue to this day.Of course, it has taken a while to slowly increase my ability to eat thismuch, but it was not as difficult as you might think. Since I get absolutelyno exercise, just eat, read, watch TV and sleep I imagine this has onlyaccelerated the process. Here is how a typical day might go:
First I get up with him at 7:00 A.M. so he can watch me eat breakfast.Sometimes, if I feel like acting real slobby (Which Steve absolutely loves!) I pour an entire box of cereal into a huge mixing bowl and stuff heapingspoonfuls into my mouth, one right after another, letting milk dribble downmy enormous triple chin until I can't force another bite. Other days I finishoff 20-30 pancakes or doughnuts instead. Then he helps me to the couch whereI usually take a nap.
When I wake up I continue to gorge myself on cookies, Ho-Ho's or any ofthe other fattening goodies that Steve has placed within arms reach.. Steve'sonly rule is " if you open it, finish ALL of it".
At 12:30 he comes home for lunch. He usually brings home enough take-outfood for 4-5 people plus a half-gallon of ice-cream or a box of ice creamsandwiches. Other times he'll dump a grocery bag full of snacks, chips andcookies on the coffee table and hold me while I gorge myself to contentment.
At 7:00 our nightly feeding session begins, which I really look forwardto, as all the eating I do has gotten me really hot by this time. Aftera huge meal of pasta , pizza or roast, Steve leads me to the feeding room.
The feeding room is a spare bedroom which we keep locked away from pryingeyes. Since feeding has become a part of our lifestyle, we decided to devotetime and effort to maximizing the pleasure of the experience, hence thefeeding room. In it are all the things we use: a digital scale, severalspecial tape measures that go to 96" (or more if taped together) anautomatic bed (similar to hospital beds). a wall chart to measure my progress,a refrigerator full of prepared foods and a variety of funnels and straps.
After my weigh-in, I get onto the bed where Steve straps me in and proceedsto further stuff me with cheesecake, cookies, cake or pie. When he thinksI've had enough he will remove the straps and slowly make love to me untilI reach orgasm, which usually does not take long.
When he is satisfied, he begins the final stage of the stuffing session.He pats my overstuffed, distended belly and says something like "MyGOD, it looks like you've really made a PIG of yourself today! I'll betyou're so full you can't eat another bite! - But you WILL!" And withthat he straps a funnel to my mouth and proceeds to pour chocolate syrupor weight-gain milkshake into me until I am sure I will explode! Afterward,I lay there in a daze and sometimes I can almost feel myself getting fatterand fatter, while he makes slow, passionate love to me.
As a result I have gained 343 lbs. in the last three and a half years andnow weigh a wonderful 768 lbs.! I have been able to gain so much becauseI am completely dedicated to one goal - to get as fat as I possibly can!Nothing can describe the excitement I feel when I look in the mirror andsee how obese I've become, and knowing that I will continue to get fatterevery day!
A couple of weeks ago, Steve took three days off. He kept me in the feedingroom the entire time, making sure I stayed completely overstuffed and unableto do anything but lay there while he forced an unbelievable amount of foodinto me. Just when I was sure I was going to burst, he would stop and makelove to me. I would then take a nap and start all over again when I wokeup.
I guess I now know what it would be like to be so fat I could hardly move.I can barely walk as it is now! I have become Steve's overstuffed princess,spending every waking moment eating and getting fatter and fatter, withno end in sight. I may even reach 1,000 lbs. or more! And, I'm sure Stevewon't mind a bit!