Author's note: I set out to create what may or may not be a new form
of weight-gain fiction -- one is which mutual gaining is involved,
between two loving people who do not engage in subterfuge or trickery.
I realize that it may not have the fantasy appeal for those that enjoy
force-feeding or "magic potions", but I hope that I can provide enough
rich description to satisfy both male and female FAs -- are there any
female FAs out there?
Also, I hope to provide this story with significant size-acceptance
issues and show how larger, rounded people can be incredibly sexy in
erotic fiction.
-- Big Chris
With only five days remaining before driving from New York to Los
Angeles, Steven and Judy were busy packing for the year-long run of the
play. They were surprised how the last twelve months had seemed to fly
by -- obviously due to the flurry of activity surrounding the constant
cooking, cleaning, frequent sewing (to let clothes out), and shopping
when clothes simply became too small for any further alterations.
"Judy, do you know where I put my blue slacks ... the new size 68
ones with the wider belt loops? The size 66s are just too snug, and I
don't know if there's enough material to let them out." Steven came
waddling into the bedroom, and paused to squeeze his 385 pounds through
the doorway. He moved slowly these days, leaning way back to counter-
balance the belly extending out three feet past his nose; so far,
that when he sat, his stomach bulged out past his knees.
Judy stood at her dressing mirror, combing out her long blond hair,
still marveling at her own recent transformation. "I think they're still
in the dryer with the other things -- they weren't washed with the first
load." She turned to see if Steven had remembered the plate of brownies
she'd asked for. "Oh, I thought you were going to bring those goodies to
me ... oh, I'm sorry, that's right ... I asked you to check on the stuff
in the dryer." She smiled a contrite smile of forgetfulness.
"No problem, dear ... anyway, I was going to go back to see if the
cheesecake was done." He admired his wife from across the room. She had
amazed them both by eating more daily desserts and weight-gain shakes
than even her husband could handle at this point. Her weight hovered at
345; Judy had gained a remarkable 80 pounds in the previous six months,
and she could be descibed in only one way: massive. Her hips and ass
were so incredibly wide she could only fit through their doorways by
turning sideways; even then, her mammoth balloon-stomach threatened to
get her stuck with each passage. Her waist was up to 62", and her bra
size ... well, she could no longer buy bras off the rack. Her breasts
were so large, they filled up the area from the top of her huge belly
to just below her chin. From the front, she looked like two watermelons
perched on top of large beach ball -- and Steven loved it.
Judy coyly tried to cover her breast with her hands, like a shy
school girl, and asked in a low, sexy voice, "Do you want to get me
those goodies, or do you want to ravish me?" She fluttered her long eye-
lashes for emphasis, knowing the answer.
"Ravishing is good ..." he answered, acting nonchalant, his penis
already swelling. He swayed across to her, in front of the bed, his
tremendous stomach bobbing like a ship in a hurricane; and as he reached
to hold her, his T-shirt, stretched tightly over his girth, rode up four
inches, unable to contain his belly. They both laughed, their tummies
bouncing.
"Oh, Steven, we've certainly gotten fat, haven't we?" Judy chuckled.
"Boy, we sure have," Steven pressed his belly against hers, and they
were amused, as was recently the case, that when they touched at their
belly buttons, their faces were at least 5 feet apart. They rubbed their
tummies together, side to side, like the proverbial Eskimo nose-kissing.
This tended to lead to sex, since the sensations were quite arousing to
them both -- they referred to it as "unlocking the tummy power."
"I've loved every minute of it: growing fat with you ..." Steven said
dreamily, "I wouldn't have believed it could be so fantastic, so very,
very wonderful". He moved past her, leaning to the side, in a practiced
move to enable him to kiss her passionately on the lips. Their tongues
explored wantonly for several minutes as they leaned into one another,
the great bellies pointing opposite ways. It was Judy who broke the
passion spell.
"You know what? I have an idea ... we're pretty much packed, and you
don't have to gain anymore, since you're already well past the required
weight for the play; but hey, let's play a game -- a 'we've made the
grade' game!" They went back to rubbing tummies while Judy explained.
"We'll each take turns feeding each other the tastiest goodies we
have on hand," she offered, getting excited. " Heck, we have a huge
stockpile after Cindy helped us the last two days. I wish Terri could
have helped us, though ... we'd have had even more."
Terri had gone with her boyfriend Dean on a two-month trip to France.
Judy had really missed her sister's help in the kitchen; but there was
still enough food and desserts to feed an army. Steven's eyes lit up at
the thought of a mega-binge. He clasped what he could reach of his
gut and chimed in.
"Hey, we could do this: we dress each other in clothes that just fit,
then we feed the other until we burst out of 'em! We'll see how much
it takes ... then ..." Steven winked and gave a sexy look, "It's back to
the bedroom."
"You sold me," Judy chirped, "let's get to it, big boy!"
* * * * * * * * *
There was so much food spread throughout the kitchen, dining room,
and living room it looked like a wedding reception. Huge dishes of all
their most favorite fattening foods and desserts sprawled everywhere.
Pastas, fried chicken, ribs, meat loaf, breads and rich gravies, a wide
assortment of cakes, pies, brownies, cookies -- it was looked like the
ultimate pig-out that it was.
Steven got the first honors. He sat Judy down on the sofa; she had
dressed in a favorite teddy with lots of sexy lace -- a bit snug, but
it showed all her best attributes. turning sideways; even then, her mammoth balloon-stomach threatened to
get her stuck with each passage. Her waist was up to 62", and her bra
size ... well, she could no longer buy bras off the rack. Her breasts
were so large, they filled up the area from the top of her huge belly
to just below her chin. From the front, she looked lieddy was already
getting uncomfortably tight around the middle, her great, soft belly
straining against the soft lace. "Hurry up in there ... I'm hungry!"
She laughed as Steven came back in with two huge plates of ribs.
"Here you go, my little chub-chub." He placed one of the big plates
by her side, and she dug in with a fury, going through rib after rib in
record time. When she finished the first plate, she sat licking her
fingers. Leaning back, it was obvious her belly was swelling quickly.
It was getting extremely distended, even for her, and took on a firmness
that rivalled Steven.
"Next!" Judy called out, like a curt cashier. Her husband hurried as
as fast as his own mammoth size could allow to bring in the second rib
plate. It seemed like only minutes before it too was finished off.
Judy belched loudly. "Oops ... sorry."
"No need to apologize," Steven replied understandingly, "My baby's
getting full." She shifted her weight again, and they both heard a
slight purr of fabric giving way. "Ah hah!" Steven exclaimed, "If you
burst out, then it's MY turn." He looked down at Judy giving a playful
frown, her hands propped on top of the ballooning belly, now further
towards her kness.
"No fair," she whined, "You're fattening me too fast. I'm beginning
to like this service." She inspected the side seams on her teddy -- sure
enough, it was starting to separate. "I want some dessert before I bust
out of this thing."
"Coming right up," he said, perky at the happy thought of how her
sexy, rapidly bloating body was getting wonderfully ripe. Steven brought
in two devil's food cakes (her favorite) and a tray of brownies. "This
with fatten you up, plump as you please, my sweet," he cooed. Judy put
the first cake plate on top of her growing stomach and ate it slowly and
methodically.
Steven watched in amazement as her tight, ripe belly appeared to be
slowly, steadily swelling outward with every bite of the second cake,
then half of the brownies, until ... RIP!!!
"Oh no! There it goes!" Judy chortled in disappointment as the gentle
lace at the front gave way under the strain, and her big belly surged
through the burst teddy. Steven struggled to his knees, leaned over,
maneuvering his stomach out of the way, and started to shower her
tummy, so huge and exposed through the ripped fabric, with fast, soft
kisses. "Oooh ... that tickles ..." She squirmed, realizing she was
getting wet, realizing that it had to be his turn.
"Well, this sure feels good," Judy admitted, "But I guess we'll have
to save it for later."
"Well ... O.K., I suppose ..." He seemed reluctant to stop, but was
anxious to have his own fattening begin at the hands of his beloved. He
found a button-front dress shirt that (according to the rules) just fit
over his unprecendented tummy. He sat on the couch and changed. It was
the largest shirt they could find -- somehow it managed to barely
contain his gut that stretched out to the coffee table positioned just
past his knees. He sat way back on the couch as his wife brought in two
enormous plates of fried chicken. She couldn't believe how he devoured
the food -- like a man possessed, he gobbled down plate after plate of
everything she brought to him over the course of two straight hours. He
had learned to eat huge amounts of food in order to prepare for the play
and he was really showing his prowess now.
"Wow, I think I'm starting to get full," he said slowly, pausing to
lay down his fork on the small round tray perched on his belly. It held
the last bite of three cheesecakes he had consumed. Judy had noticed his
shirt stretching ominiously after the tray of brownies he wolfed down to
start his desserts, and now there were huge gaps and flesh exposed
between the buttons as the shirt fabric strained to its limit. Steven's
stupendously swollen stomach was so incredibly big it seemed to be
pushed up almost under his chin, forcing the plate to his lips as he
tried to sit far enough back to give himself room to eat; and it rose
at least three and a half feet in the air, as wide as half the sofa.
Steven reached for one last bite -- POP-POP-POP! In quick succession,
three buttons on the bottom of his shirt burst off and flew into the air.
Both of them were so surprised, they erupted into a hearty and raucous
laughter. "Whoa! Did you see that?!" he asked, still laughing, his
partially exposed stomach shaking so much, the plate fell to the floor.
POP-POP! The last two buttons came off and his fully exposed belly
surged forward, pushing a water glass forward on the coffee table. This
was too much for them -- they became almost hysterical with great fits
of guffaws, almost stopping after a minute, then laughing uncontrollably
for several more minutes as they surveyed the glass at his belly button.
"Didn't spill it, though ..." he offered -- then they became hysterical
once again.
When the laughter finally died down -- they were practically crying
at that point -- Steven made a request. "You're going to have to help me
off this couch ... I can't move!"
"O.K., my fully fattened husband," she joked, and reached to pull him
from the couch. When he was on his feet, Judy remembered she had a extra
long tape measure in the end-table drawer. "Stay right there, big guy,"
she bossed, "Let's see how you did." She kept winding it around his
waist -- it seemed to take forever -- then she shouted, "Holy cow! Do
you realize you're now 71 inches!!! Your're going to be the fattest of
the fat actors that have EVER hit the stage!!"
She leaned over to kiss him, rubbing his belly in large, round
circles. The kissing soon became so passionate, they practically raced
to the bedroom, as fast as their bouncing, heaving, fat bodies would
allow them. It seemed like their clothes were off in a instant. They
could feel their hearts pounding faster and harder as the clothes flew
off in all directions.
Steven sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, Judy perched above
him on the mattress, turned around so he could bury his face in her
moist vagina. His tongue wandered up and down the portal of her love
before easing into her dark recesses, his hands caressing her butt, now
as wide as a recliner. She was moaning so loudly, she was sure the
neighbors could hear ... but she didn't care. As he licked, he slapped
stroked, and grabbed her 63 inch hips, feeling how lusciously fat she
had grown -- he could feel his dick getting impossibly hard; and finally,
she couldn't stand it anymore.
"I want you! I want you! I want you in me!" She was frenzied with
desire, struggling to help wrestle their enormous bodies into position.
He flopped onto his back, and she threw herself against his fantastic
mound of a belly, lowering herself onto him, sucking his cock into her,
surrounding him so fast it took her breath away. His penis was huge --
it the food -- like a man possessed, he gobbled down plate after plate of
everything she brought to him over the course of two straight hours. He
had learned to eat huge amounts of food in order to prepare for the play
and he was really showing his prowess now.
"Wow, I think I'm starting to get full," he said slowly, pausing to
lay down his fork on the small round tray perched on his bellwoon, she wanted this
to go on forever, without end.
Almost as if on cue, they switched positions: she struggled to her
shaking knees, her head down, offering her broad buttocks to his great
and loving massiveness. He entered her again from behind, his firm
and fabulously swollen belly propped on her huge butt -- the furry,
warm belly that now extended down to the base of her neck, as wide as
her great ass. She could feel the heat from above; it warmed her and
made her pant with excitement as he continued to grow, to widen inside
her. He thrust deeply into her, great rhythmic churning, pushing and
circling -- her knees started to buckle as she became light-headed. Her
whole body was now tingling ... it couldn't stop ... it had to stop ...
... and then: in a flash of exquisite agony, they came, together,
powerfully, the most deliciously violent surge she had ever felt within
her. His penis throbbed like a rocket, and she cried out, yelping for
joy, for love, for the truth that burned within them both.
When they collapsed and lay side by side, their bellies towering over
them, quivering where they touched, they knew their lives were forever
changed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Epilogue:
When Terri and Dean came out for a visit to Los Angeles, Steven and
Judy greeted them on the front walkway leading to their new home. Right
away the new California residents could see quite a difference in the
way Terri and Dean carried themselves.
Dean got out of the car first, standing up, his round belly firm
against the shirt he was quickly out-growing. Terri got out next, her
body no longer like a reed, her breasts swollen and luscious. There was
more than a hint of plumpness at her waist, her buttocks and thighs full
and meaty, and she moved like a woman who had found herself.
"Hi, you guys .." Terri greeted cheerfully, "Judy, I see you're well
along." Judy smiled the beatific smile only pregnant women can smile --
the one that speaks of feminine mysteries, of the wonderful circle of
life. She held her hands under her still-expanding belly, now as big as
Steven's -- and with three months left to go.
As Steven and Judy watched the guests unpack the car, they couldn't
help but admire how the younger ones had a new glow, a sweetness, the
flowering of a great wonder within, shining in their swelling bodies ...
... and they smiled.
--- The End ---
Ending note: Any feed-back would be appreciated -- from male FAs
who enjoyed descriptions of Judy's luscious growth, or from female
FAs who may have any thoughts about the relatively unexplored realms
of male feedees or mutual fattening. Please leave your thoughts as
messages on "The Weight Board" .... Thanks!
-- Big Chris
Part 3
by Big Chris