By Bruce Powell
When I first met Tammi she was a tall slender girl of 23. Her long blonde hair and big blue eyes were devastating. She was a friend of my boss' wife and we met at a party. She was a bit distant, so she wasn't really swamped by male companionship. As I learned she wasn't ready to just jump into bed with any Tom, Dick, or Harry. With the boss' friends, no wonder she was treated like Typhoid Mary. I asked her to dance and just made polite conversation. By the end of the night she had agreed to go out with me on the following weekend.
The next Saturday I picked Tammi up at her apartment. It was in a large apartment complex about fifteen minutes from my place. I was surprised not to see a roommate's name on the mailbox when I rang. These places weren't cheap. She rang the buzzer that allowed me into the complex, and I went up to her room.
The door was unlocked, and she called out for me to let myself in. She called out from the back room that she would be right out and to make myself comfortable. I sat down on the couch and glanced over the magazines on the table. When Tammi walked out of the bedroom I was speechless. She was wearing a snug red knit dress that hugged her body, showing off her large bust and slender waist. She had on skyscraper spiked heels that boosted her 5'11" up to match my 6'4". She smiled at my stammered compliments.
The night was a complete success. By the time I dropped back off at her apartment we had made a date for the next Saturday. This went on for several weeks as a completely platonic relationship. We went to the theater, the movies, a concert, and out to dinner. I found out that she had just been dropped by a long time boyfriend and that is why she was so cool to the boss' buddies. I also found that she didn't seem to have any kind of job, yet she was never broke.
After about a month of going out together, Tammi asked me up for some coffee after a date. The relationship was never platonic again. We had become lovers. I found that during sex I fantasized about Tammi as a fatty. But I never told her of my real tastes in women.
After about a month of seeing each other as lovers, we decided to move in together. I told her she could move in with me, but she said it would be better for me to move in with her. It seems that her family owned the complex that she lived in and she acted as the manager. I wondered why she didn't seem to have a job. So I moved in. Since my change in domiciles seemed to indicate a definite change in the status of our relationship, I decided to tell Tammi about my penchant for fat girls. In fact, I showed her a pair of panties from the largest girl I had ever made it with. She weighed 453 pounds and was 5'10" tall. Tammi was slightly taken aback by the sheer size of the panties.
My revelation didn't seem to faze her. She said that I seem OK in every other way. So the relationship continued as it had for the past few months. The only thing that I found was that I fantasized about Tammi as a fatty more and more.
Then one night after a particularly hard day at work, I came home to find Tammi in a very horny state. I begged fatigue, but she had other plans. She led me to the bedroom, where I collapsed on the bed.
"Oh no," she said. "This will never do. What can we do about this? What would make you very horny? Lets see...Hm. I know, if I gained, oh say, about fifty pounds, I bet you couldn't keep your hands off me." She giggled and began to stroke me.
"I can see me now. I am really fat; my belly is bulging over my pants and I really have a set of huge love handles. My face has begun to get round, and I have the start of a double chin. Oh, yeah, my boobs are really getting huge; they are starting to overflow my bras..." Needless to say after all that I couldn't let her down.
It was several weeks later in early September that Tammi looked right in my eyes and asked if I would like her to gain some weight. She told me that at first she thought that my preference was weird. But, after knowing me for a while, she saw that I was really all right. Of course I said that I would love it. Tammi said that since summer was almost over and the cold weather would hide most of her overeating, she would consent to gaining about twenty or so pounds. But she was adamant about losing the weight before next summer, so she could wear her bikinis.
At first, the new diet was a strain on her; Tammi said that gaining weight was more work that going to all of her aerobics class. But soon, she settled down into a routine. She would get up around nine in the morning and have a large breakfast, with plenty of pastries. Then she would move into the living room where she would watch TV and eat junk food until around eleven. Then she would eat a huge lunch and usually take a nap until around three. She would get up and have a snack of cookies or pie and get ready for dinner.
By the middle part of October, none of her clothes fit her. She had some clothing that had been baggy in September that was beginning to fill out. Tammi often remarked about how fat she was getting. I made encouraging sounds, but in my mind I still fantasized about her gaining a massive amount of weight.
On the 16th of October, BUF magazine came to my door. Tammi had subscribed for me! We spent the night looking over the models in the magazine and having sex. That night was an eye-opening experience for Tammi.
On Halloween, Tammi bought a huge amount of candy "for the kids." But as the night wore on a significant portion of it was going into her. At nine o'clock, she turned off the outside lights and moved into the bedroom. She took with her a pound of chocolate; in less than an hour it was gone and she had a bulging belly. As I kissed her, the chocolate taste was very exciting. The next morning Tammi announced that she would continue the binge until New Year's Eve. And she announced that her New Year's resolution was to fit back into her smallest bikini.
Her stint of gluttony went on into December. She refused to let me weigh her even though she knew what a turn on it would be for me. She began to look at herself in the mirror more, standing sideways, critically examining herself. She asked me if I really loved her like this, to which I responded with an enthusiastic YES. Her baggy clothes were becoming tight on her, so when she went out to the store she always wore a bulky coat. But in the apartment she would often show off how big she had become. And on Christmas Eve she stuffed herself into the same red knit dress she wore the first night we went out. It took her almost fifteen minutes to get into it without splitting a seam. The change in her was amazing; the once small waist now sported a potbelly. And the once trim hips now caused the dress to ride up so high that the hem was so short that the bottom of her newly rounded butt peeked out from the bottom. Her muscled thighs had grown round and jiggled slightly when she walked. She had trimmed the dress with false white fur and acted like Ms. Claus. "Come on, lover, it is time for your surprise," she purred. I followed her to the bathroom, dazzled by the sway her slightly padded hips caused. Smiling, she stepped on the scale, and it came to rest on the number 161. "I guess I over shot my twenty pounds." She then giggled and walked toward the front room. The table was loaded with food, and she began to pig out. She stuffed herself with spaghetti, lasagna, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. I was going nuts watching my formerly skinny beauty stuffing her self. After her third helping of potatoes, she sighed contentedly, causing both sides of her dress to give way. "Oops, I guess I have outgrown this dress," she cooed sexily.
Then the bottom dropped out. The day after Christmas, Tammi started calling Weight Watchers and digging out her diet books. I must have shown how brokenhearted I was because she reminded me of her resolution. Then work temporarily relocated me for three months. The day I left, Tammi had some new clothes to model for me. It was an exercise outfit consisting of a pair of loose fitting black jogging shorts and a top that covered her large boobs and half way down her tummy. "It took a while to find the shorts; I like them loose when I work out. But before long I hope to be in my old aerobics outfits,” she said showing off the nicest figure I had seen in awhile, soon to dwindle to a skinny little thing.
During the next few days Tammi told me all about her diet, then I asked her not to talk about it. We still called every day or so. And I resolved to go through life in love with a thin woman. I just guessed that the last few months were all the real happiness that I would ever get. But the Tammi in my fevered wet dreams was still a bulging behemoth.
The company told me that I could return to my old job on the first week of April. I called Tammi and told her. "Great honey, I'll clear the weekend before that. I've missed you so much, I almost went crazy. I'm so horny, I could hump you to death," she said.
But even that didn't help my mood. I slowly packed the next day and mournfully boarded the plane for the four-hour flight back home. During the flight I had a dream where I got off the plane to find Tammi standing there with a newly developed boyish figure. What a nightmare!!
I called home as soon as I touched down, and found out that Tammi had some things that had to be done. Therefore, she couldn't come and get me. So I called a cab and went to the office to settle all of my affairs there before going home. Bowing to the inevitable, I called Tammi and told her I was on my way home. During the twenty-minute drive to the apartment I dreaded having to tell Tammi that her new smaller figure was great.
I paid the cab drive and climbed the stairs; I never used the elevator for the three flights of stairs. On the way up I wondered how many times that Tammi had run these stairs in the search of a tiny waistline since I had left. I unlocked the door and stepped in. I looked up and my jaw hit the floor!!
There, Tammi stood in her black jogging shorts and workout top. But instead of hanging on her like I thought they would be, they were stretched to the limits trying to contain the bulging body within. She was wearing the same skyscraper heels that she had on our first date, but the legs that were above them were several sizes larger. Her chubby thighs seemed to burst from the confines of the extraordinarily tight shorts. Her tummy spilled from over the waistband of her shorts, several inches of "love-handles" overflowed the top of her girdle-like shorts. The top was straining at the buttons; each one was the apex of a diamond of flesh peeking through the straining fabric. Her cleavage was billowing out the top of her blouse. A real double chin had developed and her smile caused her dimples to be very prominent. Her face had filled out and was almost round. Her eyes had a teasing gleam in them as she lifted her now pudgy arms above her head and struck a porn-like pose. "Like what you see, lover?" she asked coyly.
My voice was still gone so she began to model her new bod for me. "Yes, sir baby, 212 pounds of jiggling flesh just for you. I bet you never expected to find a 46-32-49 inched bombshell waiting for you. After you left, I really tried to diet, I really did. But after months of gorging myself, I found it almost impossible to resist all of those pastries calling to me in the middle of the night. But I held on. Then, after my second aerobics workout, the instructor came over and suggested that I try some other exercise program. She told me that I was just too fat to do the workout. The scrawny bitch!! That night I came home and looked through our BUF collection and made up my mind to change my resolution. My new resolution is to become as fat as possible."
I had to shake myself to make sure that I wasn't still sleeping on the plane. I followed Tammi as she walked into the living room. Her ass had gotten so big that most of it hung out the sides of her shorts, even though she tried to cover them up every few steps. I reached out for her; she spun away from me. "If you can catch me you can fuck me," she said in a taunting manner. The chase was on; around the house I chased her. Due to all of the added weight she was slowed considerably, but I slowed down just to watch her butt and thighs jiggle. After about the second lap of the apartment I caught her; she was huffing and puffing. "To think I used to run four miles every day before breakfast," she panted.
I kissed her several times before she pulled away. "Later, babe. But first the second part of my little surprise." With that, she led me to the bedroom. On the bed was a feast, and at the foot of the bed was an easy chair. Tammi seated me in the chair and then lay down on the bed surrounding herself with food. The gorging began; Tammi ate and ate and, after two hours, was still eating. The jogging shorts gave up the ghost after about an hour, with the last of the blouse buttons going several minutes later. Later that night, our sex was wonderful. The extra weight that Tammi had added was the most satisfying present that I had been given in years.
Tammi's life became an endless series of binges. Food became a glorious obsession for her. The former gluttonous binges became like appetizers for her. Soon none of the clothes that she had bought fit. She was rapidly becoming a massive momma. The real turn on was the change in her attitude; instead of worrying about her size she was striving to become bigger. In fact, she had clipped pictures of the largest models from BUF, and now they were pasted on the 'fridge, and on all of the mirrors in the house. And my old lover's panties had risen from out of the closet and now hung on the bedroom wall with the caption, "Are you woman enough???"
One night, I came home to find Tammi standing in the doorway, waiting for me. She was wearing a slightly tight dress that caressed her now large waist and hips. She had set a goal to weigh 300 pounds by Labor Day. Because this was a labor of love. After a large meal, she cleared away the dishes. I followed her into the kitchen. It was then that I noticed the bakery boxes. Looking inside of them, I found three-dozen pastries. "What are you going to do with this?" I asked her, fully knowing the answer.
"I was thinking of letting you feed them to me in bed tonight," she said with a knowing smile. I put my arms around my growing lover and consented to stuff her until she popped. We then set up the bedroom as the site of her enforced gluttony. She sat down on the bed as I brought in the boxes of pastries. "Feed me till I bust, baby," she said and I tried to follow her wishes. For the next few hours I stuffed her full of gooey, cream-filled, chocolate covered, and calorie packed junk food. After she had finished the first dozen éclairs, I noticed that her dress was filled to bursting. I asked her if she might be more comfortable if she removed it. "I'm not going to fit in to this anymore, so why don't I not waste the time? It will bust off soon anyway." At that I smiled; this woman knew how to keep a man's interest. And true to her word after the next few pastries the seams on her dress gave way with a noisy rip.
Tammi removed the tatters of her ripped dress and lay down on the bed; her belly was bulging, full of gooey pastries. I continued to feed her; piece after piece of baked goods went down her lovely throat. After the first dozen and a half éclairs, she slowed down, but I would not let her stop. After two-dozen pastries, I had her get up and move around; her belly had taken on the appearance of a beach ball. Looking down at the size of her distended stomach, she said, "I don't think that I can finish off the rest, lover. I'm feeling like I'm going to burst now. I'm really stuffed!"
I caressed her bloated belly, "Nonsense, sweetheart, I have just the thing for that." I lead her back to the bed and helped her to get as comfortable as possible with her gorged condition. Then I went to the dresser and removed some cloth belts that were there. I then tied her hands to the bed frame. And I continued to stuff this great bloated babe. There were only four pastries left when she begged me to stop. Her belly was stretched drum-tight over her overstuffed stomach. I found some lotion and massaged it into her skin. "Only four more. You can do it, just think 300 pounds is just around the corner. I'll help you, open wide."
She opened up and within five minutes the whole three-dozen pastries were inside of her. I untied her so she could move around to help her digestion. She lay there bloated beyond her wildest dreams. I asked her how she felt. "Like a beached whale," she replied. "No make that a beached whale that is extremely horny." She tried to sit up, but the sheer size of her engorged belly prevented it. I helped her sit up; to do so, she had to spread her legs and let most of her paunch hang over the side of the bed. She ran her hands over her belly; with the remains of the lotion and the extreme distention, it glistened like polished marble. "Come over here," she asked. "I want some dessert."
As I walked over to her, I heard her labored breathing; the size of her stomach was making it hard for her to breathe. Besides, if she was only half as horny as I was, she would be breathing a little heavy herself. She reached out with her chubby right hand and unzipped my pants. My erection leaped out immediately. "My, my, I must do something about this." She then began to jack me off; soon my knees were trembling. She smiled and then stopped, her hand grasping my penis at the base, preventing my release. After the spasm had passed, she began again, only to prevent my release again. Time after time she brought me to the brink of orgasmic pleasure only to stop me. I was going mad with desire. My balls were going to explode if I didn't get to cum soon. Then she took me in her mouth, and I exploded in one of the most exquisite ejaculations I had ever had. It seemed to never stop, and she guzzled every drop of it. Later that evening, we made love over and over; due to the distension of her belly we had to do it "doggie" style.
In late fall, Tammi had reached 320 pounds. Her body was becoming round. One night, she asked if she could invite a few friends over. I said, "Of course." I wondered who she was going to have over; since she'd started to really gain weight she had divorced herself from all of her skinny friends. I asked her and she said that a few of the girls in the complex and her had been meeting for coffee and cakes in the day. As the girls arrived, I found I was glad that Tammi had met such friends. The smallest was 5'4"tall and weighed 220 pounds while the largest was a 5'3" blimp that weighed 396 pounds. Tammi had arranged for these girls to have apartments in the complex. What happened that night could only be called a food orgy. The four of them tried to demolish 25 extra large pizzas; after four hours and several ripped seams later the pizzas had won. I looked out over a field of bloated bellies and gorged mommas.
After Christmas, Tammi's weight started to affect her life style. She had become so large that her sides brushed doorways. She couldn't walk very far, so she hired a very chubby high school girl to come in during the day and clean the house. I kept asking Tammi to weigh herself; you see after she had gone past 300 pounds most bathroom scale couldn't weigh her. On Valentine's Day, she allowed me to squeeze her into the back of my BMW 325 and drive her to a commercial scale. The attendant was bug-eyed when I told him that I wanted Tammi weighed. And he was almost beside himself when the scale rested on 426 pounds!
Tammi was stunned when she heard the figure. She wrapped her massive arms around me and gave me a great big wet kiss. No sooner than we had left the scales she leaned forward and said, "Baby, I'm starved can we drive through a fast food joint??"
On her birthday in March, I bought her a heavy duty scale that went to 600 pounds. By now Tammi was buying cloth in bolts and making several muumuus from them. She also made a huge robe for herself that fell to mid-thigh. One night not too long after her birthday, I came home to find the hefty "maid" just leaving. I enjoyed watching her waddle down the hall; she had gained around forty pounds working for Tammi. Tammi met me in the hall wearing her robe. She opened it up to reveal the fact that she was finally fitting into my old lover's panties. In fact, they were too tight on her, and as she sat down they ripped open.
Sex had become incredible; I loved to make love to each and every inch of her bloated form. Exploring each and every fold and crease was heaven. When Tammi orgasmed, it was like riding a tidal wave.
By the end of the year her immense form had become too much for our old bed. At that time, we moved to a first floor apartment. Tammi had long outgrown the 600 pound capacity scale and now rarely moved. Most of the time she lay on our specially made waterbed and ate. By early February, she had become so large that she couldn't get out of bed by herself.
I can see her lying there. Her sides are hanging over the sides of the bed. Her legs are a mass of rolls of flesh, the amount of muscle to move her buried under roll after roll of flab. Her stomach stretches and flows over most of her thighs. Her arms are now larger than 260 pound Martha, the maid's, hips. Her face is supported by huge jowls and a stack of extra chins. Two bean-bag chair sized boobs flow on either side of her enormous belly. She smiles as I enter the room, and asks, "What did you bring me to eat? I'm starved!"