It was a typical single's night in Poughkeepsie, New York: a Knick's
Game on cable, a turkey-provolone-mayo hero, a half pound of macaroni
salad, a six pack of Bud and for dessert, a pint of Ben & Jerry's
Coffee Heath Bar Crunch Ice Cream. I know this stuff is no good for
me. But after losing close to eighty pounds on Weight Watchers, I
deserved I needed a little break; however, this break has lasted for
about four month now. Sure I must have gained back at least thirty of
the eighty that I lost, but I still looked and felt good. I have
developed a bit of a pot, double chin and some love handles, and my
new clothes seem a little tighter, but for the most part I still look
hunky.
It has been one year since I broke up with Paula. When we were first
met, we were both on the chunky side (she was 5'3" and weighed 150 lbs
and I was 5'7" and weighed 180 lbs) and as we progressed in our
relationship we both gained at least 100 lbs each. After we slept
with each other for the first time, we both divulged our deepest
fantasy and that was to get each other fatter and fatter. We
discovered that we were both into feederism and hence our relationship
was centered around food and sex. It was great. She would cook fried
chicken dinners for breakfast and then afterwards we would go to
Sizzlers for lunch/dinner buffets. Between each meal, we would have
the greatest sex in the world. The sex became better as we got
bigger. It was a challenge to insert my penis into her as our bellies
grew bigger and inhibited access; however, it was becoming more erotic
since we would be grabbing more and more of our fat and folds as we
got fatter. But like all good things, our relationship ended when I
found out that she was seeing someone else and was losing weight.
Since, we broke up I pretty much lost most of the weight I gain during
my relationship. As a result, girls started to look at me in a
different light. However, living in Poughkeepsie, N.Y. and working
for IBM, there were few outlets for singles to meet, except on a
company sponsored volleyball team or the Hudson Valley Ski Club. But
most of the women who went to these things were either too skinny or
not interested in a relationship. In a quandry, I heard about a
dating service called Club Confidential. On their profile, I put down my lowest weight, at the
time it was 160lbs). So after joining them, I was on a dating blitz. But, most of the girls were
either too thin or complete and
utter wack jobs. I soon got disillusioned with the whole dating scene, stayed home, and started
eating and gaining weight again.
Instead of following the strict Weight Watcher's program, I started
eating whatever and how much I wanted. My breakfasts went from cereal
and milk to eggs/cheese/bacon omelettes on a buttered roll; my lunchs
turned from broccoli to bacon/cheese burgers with onion rings; and my
dinners went from the Weight Watcher's microwaveable meals to whatever
I wanted. I stopped going to the meetings and just stayed home and
started to gain weight. Most of the girls I dated soon dated got
turned off when they met me. Instead of meeting a thin guy, they
ended up with a chunky guy. So, I started to get disillusioned with
the whole dating scene, until I got Tracy's referral.
Tracy was 5'2", 250lbs, with red hair and hazel eyes. She was into
cooking (her favorite magazine was Gourmet and she was a student at
the Culinary Institue for a year), movies, jazz and long drives. I
called up Tracy and she had the cutest little voice. She told me she
lived in Hyde Park, not far from my apartment. We spoke about the
jazz shows we both seen and the movies we have both seen in the past
year. And, then we started talking about cooking. She told me that
at the Culinary she majored in desserts and that she can make a Death
By Chocolate Pudding that would knock my socks off. Her recipe
consists of seven different chocolates, each chocolate layer was about
three inches tall and weighed about six pounds.
She also told me that at one time she weighed about 105lbs. But
since, her parent's divorce, she started eating her creation out of
frustration. But, along the way she started to enjoy the eating part.
She found it erotic everytime she binged and found her clothes getting
tighter. Tracy would purposely wear tight jeans just so she can feel
how full she was getting after a six soft shell taco snack at Taco
Bell or six Big Mac meal at McDonalds. She enjoyed these big meals
and dessert binges; however, she found them lonely and wanted to meet
a man who would eat with her. Ultimately, Tracy wanted to meet a man
who wanted to get fatter with her.
Immediately, my cock was as hard as a rod of steel. I was immediately
turned on. I told her that the thought of a girl who not only cooked,
but was into mutual fattening and feeding was definately appealing. I
told her that I found it very erotic to eat a big meal and get my
belly rubbed, as I was getting fuller. She found that sexy and erotic
as well. Tracy said she was very turned on by a big belly on a guy
and got very aroused by watching a fat guy wearing really tight
clothes burst out of them after eating a big meal. We definately
agreed that we should both meet since we had so much in common.
Tracy told me that in the past she met guys through Club Confidential,
who said they were into feederism and getting fatter, but ended up
either lying or just being plain gun-shy at a restaurant. So, we
agreed that we could have our first date at my place. She insisted
upon cooking the dinner and dessert, what else but her Death by
Chocolate Pudding; I insisted upon buying the wine. And, we agreed
upon the next day to meet.
Just before we hung up with each other, I asked her if she was still
at 250lbs and she told me she was give or take five or ten pounds.
She likewise asked me if I was still 180lbs. I told her that when I
wrote that profile referral four month ago I was 180lbs and now I am
closer to 210lbs. When I asked her if that would be a problem, she
said, "No...more to hang onto...see'ya tommorrow".
The day passed quickly towards my first date with Tracy. I made sure
to clean the apartment and lit vanilla incense to get us into the food
mood. The liquor store had my brand of wine instock and I bought two
of them, just in case we want to really party. Because she liked her
men in tight pants, I found an old pair of Levi's that I have not worn
since I lost all my weight after I broke up with Paula. I was amazed
that I could still get them over my legs; however, zipping them up
over my belly was tough, but I was able to do it. I looked in the
mirror and I looked like ten pounds of salami in a two pound bag.
According to Tracy, she likes to see her men pop out of their clothes
after being overly sated. So, hopefully she will be impressed.
At 6:00 PM came the magic moment arrived. The door bell rang, I
answered it and there Tracy stood with a toy wagon full of serving
tins and a ten quart mixing bowl (probably contained her Death By
Chocolate Pudding). We just stood there looking at each other. It
must have seemed like an eternity, but from that moment I knew only
one thing....that this was love at first sight. Tracy was a dream;
she was everything her referral said. Her red hair was all shoulder
lenght and her eyes were a beautiful hazel/green. She was wearing a
loose pull over sweatshirt from Lane Bryants and really tight jeans
that showed off her chunky thighs, big belly that kept her tummy from
touching her thighs, sexy huge hips and large ass. In one word, she
stepped out of a dream.
We greeted each other with a handshake and a small peck on our cheeks.
She told me that all the food is warm and ready. Tracy went into my
refridgerator and bent over to placed the dessert in. At that sight,
I held my breath because I thought her pants were going to split.
When she got up, she noticed the expression on my face, giggle and
said, "Don't worry, babe, all my pants are reinforced. So them
splittin' due to excessive force won't cause them to rip."
She looked down and noticed that I started to have a real hard-on.
Tracy came close to me and whispered in my ear, "Hey fatboy, save it
for later."
With a giggle and a snort we walked hand in hand to my dining room
table. We unloaded all the serving tins from the toy wagons and
opened up each tin. There was cheesy lasagne with meat, baked ziti
with sausages and meatballs, four large loaves of garlic bread with
mozzarella and antipasto salad. There was enough food for at least
ten people. She took out two big forks and insisted that we eat Greek
style. I asked her what that was. Tracy just looked at me with a sly
look, took her fork, stabbed the lasagne, pulled out a huge square and
shoved it into my mouth. As I was chewing the lasagne, she giggled
and said, "That is Greek style."
After I swallowed the lasagne, I grabbed a huge forkful of antipasto
salad, smiled and as I brought the fork to her lips, said, "You know,
Tracy, I like Greek style. And you know something else, I think we
are going to be good friends, to say the least."
As she was chewing her food, she nodded in agreement. For the rest of
the evening, we drank and fed each other. Between bites we talked
about our likes and dislikes, and discovered that we had a lot in
common. Not only did both of us always wanted to meet someone who
wanted to get fat, but both of us also were into feederism and weight
gain fantasies. We both admitted that it would be really cool to get
so big we would be just two mammouth balls of flesh and how good the
sex would be. As we were halfway through our dinner, we both started
to get fuller and our feedings started to get slower and more
lethargic. Suddenly her pants popped open. So she pushed here
underwear under her tummy and said, "Feed me, chubsy."
"My pleasure, my belly-girl, but my pants are getting a little
tight...so would you oblige," I said.
And, it was true, my pants were beginning to cut off my circulation.
So she told me to sit back and unbuttoned my pants. "Next time," she
giggled and said, "let use sweat pants."
I pulled my underpants under my tightening and growing belly. We then
looked at each other, with that lovingly look, put our arms around
each other and started making out with each other. As our tongues did
a dance around each others mouths, we turned our chairs so that we
were facing each other, belly to belly. We massaged each others
bellies and sqeezed each others fat. Her skin was so smooth and felt
so good. We embraced each other, for what seemed like minutes. Our
bellies were so warm and full, it was a heavenly experience. She
grabbed what was left of the ziti, a fork and my hand and led me to my
couch. Tracy told me to lie down on the couch and finish the ziti.
As I complied with her wishes, she lowered my pants and began to give
me a blow-job. Hence, as I was eating her ziti, she was eating me.
The more I ate and the more she ate me, the more aroused I got. As
she was sucking and kissing my cock, she was grabbing my ass and love
handles. When I finally came, I no longer felt hungry. It was as if
the orgasm took away the tightness and full feeling.
As I slyly smiled at her, I brought over the left over lasagne and her
folk and told her to lie on the couch. With a knowingly smile she
lied on the couch with her belly hanging low and began to feed herself
the lasagne. I lifted up her sweat shirt and noticed she was not
wearing a bra. So, I started to lick and massage her breasts. I then
proceeded to kiss her nipples, working down to her belly, kissing her
folds, until I got to her crotch. I gently lifted up her huge tummy
and started kissing the space under belly. With a giggle and her
mouth full of food, she said, "Stop that, you're teasing me...but keep
doing what you are doing...I'm in ecstasy."
I then proceeded to kiss her crotch and thighs and began to lick her
clit and vagina. As I started to lick and suck her out, I also
squeezed her hips, ass, belly and love handles. She started to
undulate up and down. It was hypnotic. As she was getting closer to
climax, she started to breath heavily and moan...until she finally
came. Afterward, we just sat on the couch hugging and holding each
other. Kissing and cooing in each other's ear.
She suggested that I put on a CD, something nice and mellow. So, I
grabbed a Kenny G CD, threw it on the CD player and we began to dance.
We smiled at each other and danced very close to each. The feel of
each others flesh and fat was pure ecstasy. We felt so good in each
others hands as we danced cheek-to-cheek and tummy-to-tummy. She
whispered in my ear, "God, you are so sexy."
"So are you, Tracy," I whispered back. "You are so flabulous."
"I can't wait until we are fatter and bigger."
I then sat her back on the couch, went to the refridgerator got her
dessert and two big spoons. I saw a big smile on that cute chubby
face of hers. After, I sat down I place the big mixing bowl between
us, handed her a spoon, winked and said, "Here is to bigger and
better."
We then proceeded to dig in and feed each other. Without any napkins,
we licked off any of her pudding that fell on each other. During our
dessert, we also snacked on each other, giving each other kisses all
over our fat tummies and bodies. As we were getting sated, we sat
back and both of us belched a satisfyingly. We looked at each other,
hugged and noticed that we were a little bit bigger than when we
started and most of all in love and no longer lonely.