View Full Version : A Lovely Bride ch 1-6 by Subtlefeeder (SSBBW/SSBHM(Multiple), Eating, Romance, ~SWG )
01-13-2007, 07:01 AM
SSBBW (Multiple)/SSBHM, Eating, Romance, ~MWG - a one time date develops into a large and lovely lifetime for more than two
A Lovely Bride
Amanda and I began dating in 1990. She was a twenty-seven year old, 5' 10'' brunette with long, thick legs, wide hips, a plump round ass, and small breasts. All meat and no potatoes as my so-called friends would say.
My preference leaned towards bigger women, but peer pressure made me real uncomfortable with these desires. I settled for Amanda - a decision that I would not regret.
I soon found out that Amanda weighed 176 pounds and that she measured 38-35-43 with 25'' thighs. A peek at her jeans tag revealed that she wore a size 14.
Our first dinner date showed me that she enjoyed eating. That evening she downed a huge appetizer, a monster steak and loads of side dishes. Amanda apologized for eating so much in front of me, saying that I must think she was a pig. I told her that it was quite all right, that I enjoyed a woman that didn't mind eating what she wanted. She said that she didn't know why she did it, but she was awful hungry. Amanda said that she had to really watch what she ate, or else she'd ''get as big as she used to be''.
"Wow, " I thought, "have I stumbled on to my dream girl?"
''May I ask how big that was?'' I stammered.
''Oh, I weighed over 250 pounds about 5 years ago'' she replied, lightly touching her still able hips. ''I was huge - fat and ugly. You would not want to have seen me then''.
I didn't know what to say. She had no idea of how much I would love to see her at that weight. Finally I said ''nonsense, I'm sure you were every bit as attractive then.'.
She blushed. ''Well, thank you for saying that, but you can't really mean it, after all, I was fat, and men just don't want to be seen with a fat girl''.
''Nonsense, I wouldn't care how fat you were, I'd still love you''. Oh no, did I really say that to her? That word. Not on our first date. What kind of nutcase did she think I was?
She put a healthy piece of rich chocolate cheesecake into her mouth and seemed to savor it. Then she smiled shyly and said ''that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you so much, and thank you for such a wonderful evening."
All I could do at that point was smile and stupidly ask her if she had gotten enough to eat.
''Well, quite honestly, I could eat a bite or two of your dessert if you're going to let it go to waste'' she said with a grin.
I looked at my plate and realized that I hadn't touched my hot fudge brownie delight.
''Well, by all means, please help yourself'' I said as I pushed it towards her.
Amanda pushed it away from her, than quietly said ''would you mind feeding me a bite or two''.
I felt like I was about to explode with excitement. Here was a beautiful woman, a formerly-fat beautiful woman, wanting me to feed her a fattening dessert. I cut off a large bite and placed it to her inviting lips. She closed her eyes and slowly chewed the brownie.
''I can't explain why I just asked you to do that, but it just seemed like we both needed it'' she smiled.
Need it? She had no idea how long I'd wanted that...or maybe she did. I placed bite after bite into her mouth, neither of us stopping until my dessert was gone. She sat back in her chair and placed her hand on her swollen belly.
''That was wonderful, thank you, but, you know if I keep eating like this, I will get fat...again'' she said with a troubled look on her face. ''You don't know how long I've been starving myself, it feels so good to let myself go, to eat without guilt''.
"There's nothing wrong with overindulging once in a while" I said as I wiped chocolate from her lips".
"Well, I agree, but my problem is that I don't know when to stop over indulging" she replied.
I looked into her eyes and told her that I was really attracted to her and that I hoped she would go out with me again. She replied with a smile "only if you feed me again like you did tonight".
That seemed to be a sure thing.
Then she surprised me by asking if I would mind taking her to the Ice Cream House, that she was 'in the mood' for some good Chunky Chips (or was it Chunky Hips?). I didn't even hesitate. We jumped in the car and drove straight over. She ordered a huge triple cone, I got a double. Not only did she eat hers, but finished mine as well.
"I must have a hollow leg this evening" she said. "I sure don't want to see the scales tomorrow!"
Maybe she didn't, but I sure did.
Needless to say, we really hit it off. We began spending a lot of time together and grew quite close. Sex, well that's a little personal for this story. Let's just say that she would enjoy it as much as she did the ice cream cone.
One date lead to another and in no time, we were going steady. Going steady wasn't the only thing that going steady...Amanda's weight was going steadily up. At the end of our fourth month together, Amanda was up to 189 pounds. She was still wearing the same clothes, but they were very, very tight.
One night Amanda started crying for no obvious reason. "What's the matter? I asked.
"Can't you see?” she cried.
"See what? " I replied.
"Just look at me, I'm reverting back to what I used to be, a fat pig"!
I wiped the tears from eyes and kissed her cheek and said, "You're not a fat pig, not now, not ever. Don't put yourself down. Your beauty is not dictated by the size of your body. I love you, and will always love you, no matter how fat you are, or think you are."
She looked me in the eyes and was suddenly very still. "Do you really mean that? You would still love me if I were fat? Are you crazy, who would want a fat wife?
"A fat wife?" I stammered.
Amanda's face turned beet red.
"I'm so sorry, I guess I got caught up in my…in my fantasy, please forget what I just said…I’m sorry", she whispered.
"And what would that fantasy be?" I asked.
"Please don't ask, I can't, I....".
"Something is bothering you Amanda, please tell me what is it? Is it me?"
She sat quietly for several moments then said "Yes, it is you, but not in a bad way. Before you came into my life, I thought I was happy. I was as thin as I had been since I was in junior high. Then you came along and suddenly I was even happier. I found that I could be myself with you. I could eat the way I wanted to and not feel guilty. I gain weight and you are turned on by it. I honestly loved being fat, the feel of my body pushing against my clothes, the softness of my flesh, the jiggle and bounce when I moved. Being able to eat anything I want and as much I want. My dream was to walk down the aisle in a tight white gown in all of my fat glory with a man that adored me for who I was, a fat girl who loved being that way. I guess I was hoping that man would be you".
I smiled and said, "I am. From the moment I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You were the girl I had dreamed of finding, beautiful both inside and out. Then to find out that you loved to eat and started gaining, you can't imagine how excited I was. We've only dated for a few months, but I know you are the one I want to spend my life with."
I looked into her tearing brown eyes and said "Amanda, will you be my wife"?
Without any hesitation she smiled and said, "Yes, yes I will".
Then she started crying. "Would you let me wear that tight white gown"?
"I wouldn't have it any other way" I replied.
(End Chapter 1 - anyone want more?)
[Tease! you know everyone does! - Editor]
[Continued in Post 3]
01-13-2007, 03:01 PM
Yes, bring it on, very good start.
01-14-2007, 07:55 AM
We started planning our wedding and agreed that it would be the Saturday after Thanksgiving. That gave us 8 months. One of the first things Amanda did was pick out her gown. That was part was easy, she chose her grandmother’s gown. Her grandmother had been the exact size Amanda now wanted to be - a voluptuous size 24. She tried it on and said, "This should be fun".
"My thoughts exactly!" I replied. There was an awful lot of dress to fill out.
"You know Sweetie, I weight 192 pounds right now. Are you really sure you want me to go through with this? I figure I'll need to gain 50 or 60 pounds to even come close to being Grandma' s size. The most I've ever weighed was 251. Grandma and I were cut from the same mold; she was a big gal".
"I think I would have liked your Grandma! " I replied with a wink.
"Mom hated Grandma's size because Mom was just like her too. Mom works so hard to stay thin, she's always on a diet. I grew up watching her starve herself. I hated watching her do that to her body. I know she loves to eat, but she refuses to allow herself to. "
I smiled and said, "I don't think you' ll have that problem".
She laughed and said, "No, my problem will be knowing when to quit".
"Who says you have to!"
She smiled. "Who says I will!"
As they say, time flies when you're having fun - and Amanda and I were having fun. Four months into our engagement Amanda weighed 223 pounds. Her body had swollen to a soft sexy 40D-38-47. Her thighs were an incredible 28". The pressure of the wedding, though, was beginning to work on her. She was so worried that she wouldn’t' t fit into her grandmother's gown.
Most brides worry about gaining and not being able to fit, Amanda was no exception. Except hers was not gaining enough. She began eating with reckless abandon. I brought home ice cream, doughnuts, and other fattening foods. I couldn't fill her up. I went to the GNC store and picked up a large tub of weight gain powder. We made milkshakes using it with ice cream, heavy cream, and peanut butter. She drank those by the quart. Her weight crept up each week.
With 2 months to go, Amanda weighed 246 pounds. I was simply amazed at her size. Her body had ballooned up to 42D-40-53 with 31" thighs. The gown nearly fit, but we were having so much fun that we figured it wouldn’t' t hurt to make it a little snugger.
Three weeks before the wedding Amanda came out of the bathroom crying one morning.
"What 's the matter Hon?" I asked.
"Look at me, I am a total pig, a fat slob. I just tried on the gown and it's too small. I am so fat that I don't even fit in it now."
"Nonsense, there's no way you've outgrown that dress. Remember how big it was on you when you tried it on 8 months ago?" I said.
"Yes, 8 months and 74 pounds ago" she cried. She went into the bedroom and came out 5 minutes later with the gown on. My jaw must have dropped to my chest.
"Oh my God, you look absolutely fantastic Amanda" I exclaimed.
She was, but the gown was very obviously too small. Her 263-pound body was bulging out all over.
"Please let me measure you, " I said. She stood silently as I wrapped the tape around her hips. "Your hips are 59 1/2 inches. That is fantastic!" I shifted the tape to her waist. "43 inches" I said with a smile. Her breasts were 44 inches.
"What are my thighs?” she asked.
"No less than 33 inches".
"That' s almost how big my waist was when we started dating".
Amanda had managed to get the gown buttoned, but the gown was really gapped open. Her belly bulged way out in the front, giving her the appearance of being pregnant. Her pear-shaped hips and butt caused my manhood to stand at attention.
"Amanda, do you have any idea how good you look? My God, just look at you. Your body, yes, your fat body, your voluptuously fat body, is the sexiest body I have ever laid my eyes on. I can' t even imagine you being thin again."
"Thin, my goodness, I've never been thin" she said. "I was about as thin as I'd been all of my adult life when we started dating, besides, I don' t think there's much of a chance that I'll be any smaller than what I am right now. I'm out of control; I'm a glutton, an obese slob, and a fat pig. I really don't know what you see in me."
"I see an intelligent, sexy woman that makes me feel happy, whole, and completely fulfilled as a man. I know that you'll never be thin again, that I will see that. You told me that you loved being fat, that you wanted to be able eat whatever you wanted and whenever you wanted. I have helped you achieve your goal. I am intensely in love with you and with ever ounce of beautiful fat that has accumulated on your body. Have I ever ridiculed you about getting fat? Have I ever been turned off by your succulent fat body when we make love? No. I find no fault with your weight gain. You could keep gaining and you'd never hear me complain."
I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently lifted her bulging abdomen and kneaded it. I ran my hands down across her plump hips, letting the fat roll in front of them as I went.
Amanda had tears flowing from her eyes. Her breasts heaved and quivered as she sobbed. "What did I ever do to deserve you? You make me feel so good. I am looking forward to being your wife. I want to make you happy. Are you really sure you want a fat wife?"
"What do you think?" I said as I unwrapped a Twinkie and placed it to her lips.
"But what about the gown?" she said as she mindlessly devoured the fattening cake.
"That is no problem. My cousin is a seamstress and she already looked at the gown and said that there was plenty of let-out in it."
"You little devil, you had this all under control the whole time. Why didn't you tell me that I didn't have to worry about gaining? Give me another Twinkie, those are pretty good, oh, and a big cold glass of milk" she said with a big smile.
That's all it took to convince Amanda that there was not anything wrong with her fat. With just 3 weeks until the wedding, we started some really fun feeding. I had my cousin let out the gown and Amanda was amazed as to how much room there was in it, except in the bosom. Grandma had filled that part of the gown pretty much to the max.
Amanda's biggest weakness was chocolate - the more and the richer, the better. I baked her chocolate cheesecakes, brownies, cookies, truffles, and double chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing. To my amazement, she ate all of it. We hit the buffets at the local Golden Corral twice a week.
Amanda kept a close watch on her gown. She didn't want to blow it out. Two days before the wedding was Thanksgiving Day. Amanda outdid herself, despite the dirty looks from her mother. She ate 3 plates piled high with everything on the table. She topped it off with a huge slab of pumpkin pie with real whipped cream. She was absolutely stuffed. Her belly pushed out over the belt of her jeans in an enormous round roll. I just about came in my pants when I saw it. And she knew it was turning me on, so she cut a big piece of apple pie and put 4 scoops of ice cream on it, deftly unbuttoned her jeans without anyone but me seeing it, let her belly roll out to the max, and ate it all.
I couldn't wait to get those jeans off of her plump body! But unfortunately, that would have to wait. We sat around for the next 4 hours watching football, drinking beer, and snacking on chex mix, cashews, chips, and various dips. By the time we got in the car to go back to our apartment, Amanda was nearly in a food-induced stupor-that and she had consumed a large amount of alcohol. She slept all of the way home. When we arrived I helped her from the car. As we stumbled through the house, Amanda fell on the carpet and started giggling.
"You won't believe this, but I'm hungry", she whispered seductively, "Will you feed me some ice cream?"
I laughed, "you have to be kidding me, how could you possibly have room for anything? "
She patted her enormous belly, her hips, her thighs, then smacked her huge ass and said "you bring it on boy, there's plenty of room in this fat body ".
"Your wish is my command Your Hindness".
"And don't you forget Mister!" she winked. I pulled out a quart of Ben and Jerry's "Chunky Monkey" and grabbed a spoon.
When I returned, Amanda was sitting, or rather, reclining, on the couch. She only had on her panties and bra. "Oh my God, you look fantastic!'', nearly dropping my precious fattening cargo.
"One more day and this fat body is all yours.... now come on, that ice cream is melting''.
''It's not the only thing. '' I replied. Her pear-shaped body covered the couch. Her ass spread out and hung over the side. Her enormous, stuffed belly thrust high in the air and literally pushed her fat breasts to each side. I pulled up a chair.
''No way, sit here with me'' she said.
Again I laughed. ''In case you haven't noticed, there isn't a whole lot of room there.'' Amanda looked down and replied ''I guess I do kinda take up a little more space than I did a few months ago."
I opened up the carton and dug out a big spoonful. She closed her eyes and opened up her mouth. She savored every bite, quietly moaning as I fed her, rubbing her bloated gut between each spoonful. Her belly became even bigger, hard inside and wonderfully soft on the outside. She ate the entire quart, and then fell asleep. I tried to pick her up and carry her to bed, but I couldn't budge her. She was too heavy for me to lift. I sat quietly and marveled at her size and softly caressed her beautiful rolls of fat.
She woke late the next day. Our day was to be filled with wedding preparations. I did manage to fix her a massive breakfast before I gave her up to the pack of dotting women. I, of course, had to suffer through a bachelor party that included a skinny blonde jumping out of a cake. My opinion on that was that gal needed to eat that cake and put some meat on her bones. Shoot, Amanda would have eaten her way out of that cake! I was glad when that was over!
After that I was in bad need of a "fat girl" fix, but Amanda stayed at her parent’s house for the last time, so I had to sleep all alone-for the last time.
(R U Kidding? To go this far without including the bridal party, the ceremony and the reception would be grounds for revoking your buffet privileges - ed)
01-15-2007, 03:10 AM
At last our wedding day had arrived. I had not seen Amanda in her wedding gown for 3 weeks, so I was really excited to see what she looked like. The moment finally had arrived. I was up front at the alter shaking with anticipation as the music hit that much-known sound. Her bridesmaids entered, then her plump maid-of-honor, Susan. And then there she was. The crowd stood, the church was alive with flashbulbs.
I was in absolute awe of Amanda's radiant beauty. Her voluptuous 272-pound body was eloquently packed into her grandmother's white gown. She was fat; she was in all her glory. Her gown was absolutely straining at the seams. She was happy and it showed.
We said our vows and proceeded with the reception. There were so many people that not seen Amanda since her weight gain. It was humorous listening to them grope for words to say in front of everyone. Amanda had a lot of fun with those folks.
We cut the cake and fed each other a piece. I made sure that her piece was very big. She winked when I placed it to her lips, and then whispered "we'll finish this later".
We jumped into my truck when the reception was over and headed out of town for 2 weeks. I know, most couples go to some resort, or on a cruise, somewhere expensive and fancy. Not us. We went hunting for 2 weeks. We set up a big wall tent and camped for our entire honeymoon. Now, granted, we did spend the first entire day in the tent. I guess the bucks weren't the only things in rut!
I did all of the cooking. Amanda ate like there was no tomorrow. I made lots of sausage and fried potatoes, 6-egg omlettes, pies, cobblers, pizzas, and about anything else you could imagine. Amanda was really impressed.
"How did you learn to cook like this?" she asked.
"Oh, it's just something I picked up over the years, why, don't you like it"?
"Do I look like I don't like your cooking?” she said as she patted her now very pronounced belly.
"I can't tell for sure under all of those clothes" I replied with a grin.
"Well, I can sure take care of that problem", and with that she started stripping off the layers. The tent was cozy warm with the woodstove burning. Within minutes Amanda was standing in front of me in nothing but her panties and bra.
“Now mister, tell me that I don’t like your cooking,” she said grinning and lifting up her large belly and dropping it, then grabbing it and jiggling it at me.
“Wow” I mumbled under by breath. Needless to say, that evening was rather enjoyable.
The rest of the two weeks was every bit as wonderful. We got bad weather the second week and were “forced” to stay in camp. I took advantage of the situation by cooking like a madman. Amanda would stuff herself to the point that she could hardly get out of her chair.
“I can’t wait to get back and weigh myself,” she said as she tried without success to button her pants one morning. “I’ll bet I gained 10 pounds during this honeymoon”.
“I sure hope so” I replied.
She laughed and said “next year we might have to get a bigger tent if I keep pigging out like I done the past two weeks”.
I reached around her expanding belly, cupped it in my hands, then slid my hands down across her wide fleshy hips and ample buttocks and said “I can only hope that happens”.
Well, deer season wasn’t very sucessful, as far as harvesting a buck was concerned, but we sure did have fun. The first thing Amanda did when when we got home was weigh herself.
“Oh man, you’ll never guess how much I gained at camp” she hollered.
“Let me guess, ten pounds”, I replied.
“Your camp cooking put 13 pounds on this skinny frame” she laughed.
“No way! You didn’t eat that much” I said.
“Where were you when we were in camp? Man, I did nothing but eat” she said.
“I guess I must have missed something then” I winked.
“Let’s get cleaned up. Do you want to take a shower with me?” she asked.
“Well, I suppose, if there’s room in the shower for the two of us” I grinned.
“Smart ass. Help me get this shirt off” she said.
Needless to say, we both were in need of a shower. We crowded into the shower. Let me tell you, if you’ve never taken a shower with a 285 pound woman you’re really missing something. She filled up the shower, squashing me against the wall everytime she bent over. I soaped her up real good and, of course, made sure I kneaded her soft fat body throughout the entire process.
I was in absolute heaven. I was mesmerized by her jiggling pear-shaped body. I didn’t miss one detail. Her large, heavy breasts were pushed to the side by her bulging belly. Her belly formed two massive rolls; her abdomen was very protuberant and seemed to defy gravity as it jutted out over her pubic area. It seemed as though a few more pounds would cause it would roll down to her thick fat thighs. Her hips were awesome, her huge round ass was beyond my wildest dreams. She was indeed the girl of my dreams.
As she finished drying off, Amanda asked “Can I try on those new clothes I bought right before the wedding?”.
“Sure thing, what did you get?” I asked.
“I picked up a couple pair of jeans, some slacks, a few shirts, some underwear, and a bathing suit. Why don’t you go in and fix me a little bowl of ice cream. You know what I like. I’ll put these on and come out in a minute” she said.
I went to the freezer and got a half gallon of neopolitan ice cream, sliced up a banana, cut a big slab of chocolate brownie and commenced constructing a “little ice cream treat”. I topped it with pecans and lots of real whipped cream. She emerged from the bedroom wearing a pair of too-tight jeans and a top that didn’t even begin to cover her belly.
“You won’t believe this, but these actually fit when I bought them” she said. I asked her how long ago she had bought them. She said “About 24 pounds ago”.
The other outfits didn’t fare much better. All were exceptionally tight.
The bathing suit was what really impressed me. It was a two-piece. The bottoms nearly disappeared under her abdomen. Her ass cheeks were mostly exposed in the back.
“I guess I’ll have to take these back and get a larger size” she said.
“Nonsense” I said, “It looks great on you”.
“You”ve got be be kidding me, look at me. The top barely covers my boobs and the bottom, well, I can’t even see it from up here” she said.
I hate to stare, but I couldn’t help it “Well, Hon, let me tell you, from here it looks absolutely great.”
Amanda lifted her abdomen up and said “I’d like for it to at least cover my fat belly”.
“Well” I replied, “I don’t think you’ll find a bikini bottom that will do that. I think you’re destined to wear it under your belly, rather than over it”. “Does it cover my big butt?” she asked.
“Well, kinda” I chuckled, “It depends on your definition of cover. I’d say it covers it good enough for me”.
“I could run around bare ass naked and you’d think it was alright” she snorted.
“Yup, guilty as charged” I grinned.
01-16-2007, 03:08 AM
Amanda and I settled down to married life. We thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. Valentines Day rolled around and I found it to be a good excuse to buy enormous amounts of chocolate. Amanda loved it when I bought her Russel Stovers Crispy Nuts and Crunch. I always bought three 2-pound boxes. I’d give her one and then constantly replenish the box as she ate them, giving her the effect of a never-ending box. Not that she cared, but she caught me doing it and scolded me, accusing me of trying to make her fat.
Easter came, and so did the Easter Bunny. That little guy’s back must have hurt to carry all of the candy that Amanda received. Her Easter basket was a one bushel basket completely packed full of goodies. A five pound chocolate bunny, pounds of malted milk balls, lots of eggs, and jelly beans. That basket seemed to go empty pretty quick.
Amanda was a shift nurse at the local hospital. It was fortunate that she wore scrubs to work every day. Those things accommodate quite a bit of weight gain before one needs to go to a larger size. She had always told me that nurses, as a group, tend to be overweight. She said that she was trying to keep that statistic intact. Her coworkers were amazed at how fast she was gaining weight. There was only one thin nurse on her shift, the rest were pretty plump.
One of the nurses, Melissa, was much bigger than Amanda. She was the same height and had to go at least 375 pounds. She was 3 years older than Amanda. Her and Amanda were good friends and even enjoyed some “competitive” eating at work. Amanda told me that Melissa had gained about 100 pounds over the past two years.
We invited her and her husband over for a 4th of July cookout. I had never met Bill before. He was about 5’8” tall and thin-almost scrawny. What a couple. She was way over twice his weight. I could tell that he worshipped the ground she walked on. Bill was constantly filling her plate, getting her another beer, whatever she needed. I wondered if we were in the presence of another feeder/feedee couple.
Melissa was wearing a loose top and a pair of jean shorts. Amanda had on a somewhat tighter top and tight white shorts. The two girls were a picture of loveliness. They sat in the shade and devoured salsa, chips and beer while dinner was being prepared.
Bill and I were standing by the grill, savoring the odor from the huge pile of hamburgers and hotdogs on it. Bill asked me, “Can I ask you a personal question”?
“Sure” I replied.
“Well, I have noticed that Amanda has sure put on a lot of weight since she started seeing you” he said.
“Yes, there’s no doubt about that, she’s gained over 100 pounds” I smiled.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” he asked.
I flipped the burgers and replied “Nope, not at all, in fact, I like it”.
“Cool, Melissa did the same thing when we met” he said. He then continued “At first that bothered me. She was a big gal, weighing in at about 200 when we started dating. I had never liked fat girls, but she was so easy to talk to and so interesting that I soon fell in love with her.”
I egged him on.
“Well, I soon found out that she loved to eat. I hated going out on dates with her because she ate so much that I could barely afford to feed her. I mentioned a couple of times that she was going to get fatter if she kept eating like that.
She always smiled, patted her belly, and would say, “just more of me for you to love”. Well, it wasn’t long before she was up to 250 pounds. Her weight never bothered her at all. She oozed in sensuality. Before long, I got caught up in her eating and started helping her and was actually turned on by it”.
“Bill, why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I guess I weird or something, liking a fat girl and even wanting her to get bigger”.
I smiled and said “Well Buddy, you’re not alone, and you’re not weird. Amanda loves her body and wants to keep gaining. I love her body too, and I’m helping her gain”.
“Wow, that’s really cool. How big does she want to get?” he asked.
“Bigger than Melissa” I said.
“Bigger than Melissa, what do you mean by that” a voice chirped in over the sound of the sizzling burgers. Bill and I turned simultaneously and there stood the girls.
I gulped “er, ah, I was just saying that I hoped that you would get bigger than Melissa”.
The girls both began laughing so hard that their bellies were jiggling.
Amanda said “Have you been oogling over Melissa. Are you saying that I’m not big enough for you?
My face must have been ten shades of red. “No, not at all, I mean, yes, you’re not, she’s not that big, you’re plenty big, ah, well, geeze. Let me start that all over. You’re big enough for me, I wouldn’t want anyone else, that’s not to say that that Melissa isn’t a beautiful woman. Bill is a lucky guy to have her. But I’m a lucky guy to have you. It’s just that if you wanted to rival Melissa’s size, I’d have no problem with that”.
Amanda and Melissa were in hysterics.
“Nice rebound, it’s tough to pull your foot out of your mouth that quick” Amanda laughed.
Melissa shot a sweet glance at Bill and asked “Honey, would you fix me about a dozen of those hotdogs and half a dozen hamburgers, you know how I like them”
“Sure Babe, coming right up” he said.
“Don’t skimp on the condoments either” she giggled, “I’m going to show this lightweight how a real woman can eat”. Amanda stiffened a bit.
“Lightweight, huh, well, this lightweight is going to show you old gals how to eat - Sweetie, will you fix me a dozen burgers, you know what I like…and be sure they have cheese on them. When you get those made, get me a dozen dogs with chili – the works please”.
“Wow”, I said, “step back Bill, this could get interesting”.
Bill and I fixed the ladies their respective plates of food, opened up a couple big bags of chips, set a plate of deviled eggs out, along with beans, cole slaw, and potato salad. And lots of cold beer.
“Do you think they can eat all of this?” Bill asked.
“What do you think” I grinned.
“Well”, Bill replied, “I think if we want anything to eat we best get it right now”.
The girls dug into the food. The hotdogs went first, Amanda matching Melissa dog for dog. Six dogs and lots of deviled eggs. Amanda was finished with the hotdogs and started on the burgers. Melissa finished off her dozen of hotdogs along with 2 beers and nearly a bag of chips. Amanda was on her 5th burger at this point after downing 3 beers, 2 helping of potato salad, a pile of slaw, and half a bag of chips.
“Time out” Amanda hollered.
“No way Puny” said Melissa.
The action stopped for a moment.
Amanda said “I need to run in and slip into something more comfortable, these clothes are too tight.”
“Well, ok, don’t be long” Melissa said as she pointed for Bill to get her more food and beer.
Amanda ran, or should I say waddled, into the house and came back about 5 minutes later wearing a bright orange bikini. My jaw dropped down to my chest.
“Where did you get that” I asked. “I picked it up yesterday, thought you might like it” she grinned.
I glanced over at Bill. He was staring at Amanda, which did not go unnoticed by Melissa.
“Hey, that’s not fair” Melissa said, “you’re distracting the hired help”.
We all laughed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Amanda. Her body was absolutely fantastic. Her belly was swollen and pushed out over her thighs when she was sitting, giving the impression that she didn’t have any bottoms on. She sat back in her chair, rubbed her belly and said “bring on the rest of my food”. I set 7 more burgers in front of her. She dug into the food like she hadn’t had anything to eat all day. I put more burgers and dogs on the grill. Bill and I nibbled at our hamburgers.
Melissa had long since unbuttoned her jean shorts and unzipped them to allow her massive belly to pour out. Her loose top didn’t seem as loose as it did when she arrived. Both gals finished their meat about the same time. They each downed another 3 beers and finished up the deviled eggs.
“Are you full yet Tiny?” Melissa asked.
“I haven’t had enough for an appetizer yet Porky” Amanda replied. More food was brought out and set on the table. Amanda and Melissa slowed the pace down a bit, each drinking considerably more beer than when they started. Amanda ate 6 more cheeseburgers. Melissa had another 4 burgers and 2 hotdogs. Three bags of chips were gone, as were the deviled eggs, the potato salad, and the cole slaw. Another 6 pack of beer disappeared.
Both girls were semi-reclined in their chairs and verging on drunk at this point. Amanda’s belly was swollen to the point that it looked like it would pop. Melissa pulled her top up and patted her huge gut and said “I think I’m ready for dessert”.
Amanda stood up and stretched, then shook her hard flabby belly and said “Me too, bring it on”.
I had fixed a big chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing and a pumpkin dump cake. I cut a large slab of each and sat it in front of them.
“Hey, where’s the ice cream” Amanda asked as she cut a large forkfull of the chocolate cake. I ran in the house and got a half gallon of vanilla. I spooned about a pint or more onto her pumpkin dump cake, and some on Melissa’s too. The first helping disappeared quickly.
“More, more” each girl begged. I served more of each. The pumpkin was the first to go, as did the ice cream.
The chocolate cake was about ¾ gone when Melissa stopped and groaned “I can’t eat another bite”.
Amanda cut another small piece of cake and ate it. She wiped the chocolate, ice cream, and assorted other things off of her mouth, sat back in the chair and said “Well, I think you’re looking at the new Queen here”.
Melissa conceeded defeat. “I bow before the Queen. Well, I would if I wasn’t so stuffed. I don’t think I could bow now if someone paid me”.
We all started laughing.
Needless to say, the two gals weren’t overly active the rest of the evening. They laid in the chaise lounges and we got to rub their bellies. I felt so sorry for Amanda. Her belly was absolutely so packed full of food that it was as hard as a rock, a rock covered with a thick layer of succulent fat. Her bikini bottom had rolled clear off of her belly. She reminded me a lot of Bellygirl that I had seen on the internet. I wanted nothing more than to jump on top of Amanda’s huge body.
Melissa wasn’t fairing much better. She was considerably bigger than Amanda. She was laying flat on her back with her enormous belly jutting straight up in the air. Even with the button undone and the zipper all the way down, her jeans were skin tight on her. I don’t think the jeans would have gotten within six inches of buttoning at that point.
About 9 pm Bill and Melissa thanked us for a wonderful day and went home. I helped Amanda upstairs to bed. Amanda said “Were you proud of me?”
“Oh yes” I said, “you were fantastic, I didn’t think you could eat that much”.
“Hon, do you really want me to be bigger than Melissa” she asked.
“Yes, I was serious when I said that” I replied as I helped her out of her bikini. I realized that we had been in the presence of another feeder/feedee couple!
Well, the summer went by pretty uneventful. Amanda had to buy new scrubs in August. Her old ones, which weren’t that old, had become skin tight.
“Melissa said she’d give me some her old ones as soon as I gain a little more” Amanda said. The orange bikini quickly became obscenely tight by August. I loved it.
By October, Amanda weighed 340 pounds. Our first anniversary saw Amanda at 360 pounds, over 100 pounds more than a year ago. Our friends and family were shocked by her size. My mother kept asking me why I would let Amanda do that to herself. I would smile and say, “Just more of her to love”.
Deer season rolled around and we took a 2 week vacation in the woods. My big wall tent didn’t seem nearly a spacious as it did last year. I bought Amanda all new hunting clothes, since the ones she had last year didn’t come close to fitting. She loved the camo army pants with the adjustable waist. The cutest thing I had bought her was a red union suit. That thing looked great on her.
The weather was terrible. We were “forced” to stay at camp during early season rains and late season snowstorms. We made the best of a “bad” situation. The tent was warm, and so was Amanda. I’d fix her enormous meals and she’d sit in her big chair, clad only in her new camouflage bikini or her skin-tight union suit and eat for me. Her body drove me wild. Her belly was huge, bulging out over her thighs in a soft, fleshy roll. She was a beautiful pear, just ripe for the picking. Her ass was spectacular, twin mounds of rippling, jiggling flesh. She let me measure her before the trip and wanted measured after the trip. Her goal was to equal or exceed Melissa’s weight. Her pre-trip measurements were 46-52-65 with 35” thighs. Better than I could ever imagine.
Right in the middle of one big meal, Amanda asked “Do you think I’m too fat?” I was kinda taken back.
“Heavens no” I replied. She went on to say
“People at work are beginning to pick on me because of my size. Only Melissa really understands me. She’s a great friend”.
“Don’t pay any attention to those women” I said.
“Well”, she went on, “It’s not just the women. A lot of the guys say rude comments”.
“They’re just intimidated by you, after all, you are bigger than them” I replied.
“I know, but it hurts sometimes” she said as she shoveled more fried potatoes and sausage in her mouth.
“There is this one guy though” she started.
“A guy?” I asked, almost with the sound of jealousy in my voice.
Amanda laughed “Now don’t get all rilled up. Ted is one of the new interns. He’s a big guy, probably outweighs me by 50 pounds, give or take a few pounds. He’s so nice to me and Melissa. My guess is that he’s a fat admirer. His fiance, though, is about 5’5” and goes around 180 pounds. I don’t know if she’s a fat admirer or not. I can’t tell. She always comes in and brings us doughnuts, cookies, and other goodies.”
“You know” I said “Maybe she’s trying to fatten you guys up”.
Amanda laughed “Well, I’d say that she’s doing a pretty darned good job of it, don’t you think”.
I thought for a few moments, then said “Why don’t you invite them over to the house for dinner sometime. You could invite Bill and Melissa too. I think if we surround her with fat we can really see how she reacts”.
“Good idea, we’ll do that over the Christmas holidays” Amanda said.
We ended up getting two deer the last week, so we had a sucessful season. It was even more sucessful when Amanda weighed herself when she got home.
“I’m almost there” she hollered to me.
“Almost where” I asked.
“I’m up to 375 pounds, that’s awesome” she giggled.
“You don’t hear me arguing that fact do you” I smiled as I put my hands on her fleshy hips.
She jiggled her butt for me. “Do I look as good as Melissa?” she asked.
“Well, almost. You still are smaller than her though” I exclaimed.
“WHAT? ALMOST” Amanda recoiled by smacking me with her big ass, sending me off balance. “Go get me some ice cream, twinkies, and a jug of milk. I’ll put an end to this nonsense” she said. I fed her the rest of the evening and throughout the weekend and when she stepped on the scales on Monday morning, she said was officially bigger than Melissa-by one pound.
“Help me zip this daggone jumpsuit up will you, they’ll be here in a few minutes” Amanda said.
“Suck it in Honey, the zipper is about maxed out here” I said as I pushed little rolls of fat inside the zipper as it struggled to encase her fat body.
“Darn, this thing zipped up just fine when I bought it in October” she said.
“Well Amanda, that was a few pounds ago” I teased. She laid down on the bed and we finally got it zipped. It was so tight that it looked like she had been inflated inside of it.
“I can’t wear this in front of company, it’s almost obscenely tight” she said.
“Almost, but not quite” I said “you look ravishing in it” I smiled.
“You’d say that if it burst off of me during dinner” she said.
“Well, that jumpsuit will get everyone’s attention” I said.
“No doubt about that. Only problem is, I won’t be able to eat anything” Amanda said.
“We’ll see” I winked.
Bill and Melissa arrived first. Melissa was gorgeous. She looked like she was bigger than our last feast. She was wearing maroon stretch pants and a tight white sweater. Bill had a big grin on his face.
I whispered to Amanda “I think she’s bigger than you”.
Ted and his fiance, Mary, showed up about 10 minutes later. I was pretty shocked at Ted’s size. He was around 6’2” and looked about that big around. His huge belly came in the door well before the rest of him did. He had on tan slacks with a tucked in sports shirt. The pants were held up by the biggest belt I think I’d ever seen.
Mary looked tiny in comparison to him. She was a cute pear-shaped plumper. My guess was that she measured around 38-36-44. She was wearing tight white pants and a very form-fitting blouse, almost so tight that the buttons were pulled apart a bit. We introduced each other and settled in for what was to be an interesting evening.
Bill handed Amanda a large, heavy, gift-wrapped box. It turned out to be five pound box of chocolates. “Thought maybe we’d need a snack before dinner” he said smiling.
“Who’s we?” Amanda replied with a twinkle in her eye.
“Hey wait a minute, she can’t eat all of those” Melissa said.
I replied “Sure she can, I’ve seen her do it before”.
Melissa snorted “If she eats all of those, that jumpsuit is going to blow”.
We all laughed. Amanda opened the box and offered Melissa some candy, which she happily took.
“I think these stretch pants are in for a workout tonight” she chuckled.
When Amanda offered Mary some, she took one little piece. “Come on now Mary, I know you can do better than that” Ted said.
“TED, don’t say that” Mary sniped “I don’t eat that much”.
Ted laughed heartily and said “That little gal can outeat me any day of the week”.
“Oh really” Amanda and Melissa said nearly in unison.
“Maybe we should have an eating contest tonight, are you game Mary?” asked Melissa.
“I shouldn’t, ah, I can’t, I don’t want” Mary stammered.
“Don’t want to end up getting as fat as us eh? Melissa said.
“No, it’s not that at all, besides you aren’t that fat” Mary said.
“Bill, you need to get that girl glasses” Amanda said.
I could tell that Mary was in for a long evening with these two.
I piped in and said “We have appetizers in the dining room”.
“Let’s go, I’m starved” said Ted.
We all went into the dining room. Amanda and I had laid out quite a spread of goodies, all seemed, for some odd reason, to be quite fattening.
“I hope this is dinner” Mary said.
“Oh heavens no, this is just starters” Amanda said.
Mary filled a large plate with appetizers and took it to Ted who had already found the big easy chair.
“Would you get me a beer too Hun” he asked.
Melissa piled her plate high with food and started packing it away. Amanda followed suit.
“Would you all mind if I took some pictures this evening” Bill asked.
“Just be sure to get my thin side Bill” Melissa laughed.
“Mary, can I get you something, you look like you have your hands full” Amanda said “What do you like?”
“Oh, sure, it all looks good Amanda” Mary replied. Amanda grinned as she piled hundreds of calories on her plate, then got her a beer.
We said around for nearly an hour eating appetizers. I personally was pretty full, so I excused myself to work on dinner. Amanda came in and gave me a hand while everyone was pigging out.
“Dinner is served” Amanda declared. We served a huge pot roast, complete with butter-laden mashed potatoes, gravy, homemade bread, and green beans with a rich, creamy alfredo-type sauce. All of the food and beer consumed before dinner didn’t seem to slow anyone down.
Mary said to me “This is absolutely delicious, did you cook it all?”
“Thank you, and yes I did, all but the bread, Amanda made that”.
Ted was shoveling mash potatoes and gravy down like there was no tomorrow “This is really great, my compliments to the chef”.
Amanda and Melissa matched each other plate for plate. Mary was close behind. Every time she passed her plate, Ted would intercept it and pile it full.
“Ted, stop that or I’ll burst” she said.
“Na, that won’t happen, but you could get fat” Ted said.
“Oh, and you’d like that” Mary replied.
I looked at Amanda and winked.
We finally ran out of food. The amount consumed during the meal was incredible.
“Dessert anyone?” I said. Everyone started mumbling about being too full, but Amanda said “I’m game”.
“I’ve got chocolate cheesecake, apple pie, and pumpkin pie” I said.
“Oh my Goodness”, Melissa said “I’ll take the cheesecake, I’ve eaten it before and it is fantastic”.
I cut her a big slab. Bill was having a good time capturing everything on film.
Amanda said “I’ll take one of each”.
“One of each” Melissa said “Lordy girl, you’re going to pop”. Amanda’s jumpsuit was stretched beyond belief. I figured if one seam let loose, they’d all go.
“How about you Mary?”
“Oh, let me get up and get Ted something first, maybe after I stand up I’ll be able to eat a little piece of cheesecake. It sure looks good” she said. Mary cut Ted a large slice of apple pie and covered it with ice cream.
Ted had already untucked his shirt and I’m sure he had unbuckled his belt.
Melissa was reclining in her chair, her pants almost glossy from the stretch material maxing out.
Mary had descretely unbuttoned her pants and a notable bulge had formed under her blouse. I cut her a big piece of chocolate cheesecake. “I don’t think I can eat all of that” she said.
Ted responded “sure you can, just sit back like me and let it all hang out. And if need be, I’ll rub your belly”.
“TED” Mary snorted.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying” I said.
Amanda was sitting, well, more like reclining, on the couch. She reached over to get her cheesecake when the inevitable happened…a loud ripping sound as her jumpsuit gave way. The zipper just couldn’t take the strain and blew out right at mid-belly level. She started laughing and said “Well, I had a feeling that was going to happen”.
I looked over and there she sat, her huge fleshy belly bulging out of the tear.
“Ok folks, I apologize” she said “but from what I’ve seen this evening, I’d say that there’s a couple of other bellies ready to blow”.
Then she made a bold statement that stopped everyone in their tracks “How about we have a little show and tell this evening. Let’s all of us fatties show our bellies and tell all about them. Seems as though I started the show, so here I go”.
Amanda pushed out her enormous belly as far as it would go, and the jumpsuit ripped even further. She was pretty much exposed from her abdomen to the top of her upper belly. “Hi, my name is Amanda and before this meal started, I weighed 376 pounds. I’m fat”.
“I’m a feedee…a foodee…I love to eat. I love gorging myself until I’m so full that I can’t hardly breath. I love my fat body, I love the feel of being fat, I love the feel of my plump body packing into my clothes, clothes that strain to keep my body confined. And most of all, I love my husband for helping me get this way, supporting me, and loving my growth. Whew, there it is folks”.
Amanda patted her big belly and said “Who’s next”. Everyone was just sitting there with their mouths hanging open, except me. I was looking at Amanda with nothing but admiration and love.
Melissa stood up and said “Well, I guess I’m game for this. I’m Melissa and if you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit overweight”.
“You are?” said Bill.
“Hush up Bill, this is hard for me to do” Melissa said. “Yesterday I weighed 377 pounds. I’m a feedee and Bill is a feeder. I weighed 200 pounds when Bill and I met, so I’ve come close to doubling my weight. I think fat is sexy and I absolutely love being this size”. She pulled up her sweater, which was barely covering her belly, and turned to show everyone. Indeed, she was fat and had an magnificent body.
She then continued “Amanda, you are so brave to do this, and I’ve watched with admiration as you grew to the size you are now. You look fantastic and I am proud to be your friend”.
“Thanks Sweety” Amanda said.
Ted cleared his throat and said “Well, I guess it’s not ladies only here. I’m Ted and I must say that you all are tiny by comparison to me”.
We all laughed heartily. He pushed his belly out as far as it would go and said “I don’t think there’s any doubt that I’m fat. I weigh 455 pounds. Believe it or not, I weighed 250 pounds when Mary and I met 3 years ago. Mary has been a big influence on my life, or should I say, she’s had a influence on my big life. I always enjoyed food, but Mary showed me how to enjoy it even more. I would have to say that she turned me from a foodee into a full-fledged feedee. She’s a fantastic cook and a bit of an encourager”. Ted sat back down and you could almost hear his pants groaning from the load he was carrying.
Bill and I looked at each other and agreed that we were the lightweights (although I weighed 240 pounds) in our respective relationships, but that we were, indeed, encouragers and maybe borderline feeders.
“Borderline, yea right” said Amanda.
Through all of this, Mary sat quiet, looking very embarassed.
“How about you Mary?” Melissa asked.
Mary quietly said, “Well, here goes. I’m Mary and I weigh 182 pounds. Like Ted said, we met 3 years ago. I weighed 110 pounds then. I fell in love with Ted’s big body and his big appetite. I really didn’t know that I liked fat guys then, but I sure discovered that I did. I had always hated fat, but it was always from a distance. Ted showed me that being big doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t. You all are wonderful people. I can’t believe that there are actually 3 couples that enjoy fat, one way or the other. I really didn’t want to be fat myself, but Ted changed that too. I resisted weight gain for nearly a year and a half, but then it started creeping up on me. Now look at me”. She put her hands on her growing belly and stuck it out. “I’ve gained 72 pounds, and you know, I actually really like it. You all are an inspiration to me and I honestly say that I hope that I look as lovely as you two when I get to be your size”.
Ted was speechless for a moment then said “Mary, you are my dream come true”.
Mary sat back down beside him and placed her hands on his immense belly.
“That was the most erotic show and tell I’ve ever been associated with. I hope we can all get together and do this again some time. Melissa, I thought I had finally gotten bigger than you, but now I have a new goal” Melissa saids with a chuckle.
Mary patted her growing belly, slapped her hips, and said “I’m game for another event like this”.
I had a feeling like there was going to be many more fun-filled dinners in the future.
01-19-2007, 02:37 PM
Nice to read such story. I'm waiting for continue...
Big Beautiful Dreamer
05-23-2007, 11:04 AM
what fun! Love it.
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