cammy
06-18-2007, 07:03 PM
~BHM, Feeding, Love, ~XWG - A man is lovingly encouraged by his wife to increase his potential.
Fat-Adore
by Cammy
Part 1
He tries to get out of bed, but he can’t. His gluttony last night has made him weak and he can’t lift his massive belly off the mattress. He tries and tries, rocking, heaving and attempting to roll in the direction of the bed’s edge – all to no avail. He looks down at himself, rubs the immense load of blubber attached to his once average sized-frame and thinks, “Maybe it’s a good day to just stay in bed.”
Although he had always been slightly larger than his brothers, at 220 lbs. he was certainly well within the normal weight range for a man of his height. Yes, he could balance a beer on his belly even then, but now his wife, Anna, could serve an entire buffet on his bulk.
An entire buffet, the thought of such a decadent food spread made his belly growl with intense hunger. He wondered what delicious recipes Anna had planned to cook for him today. He could smell that she already had breakfast well in progress and wished he could get himself up and waddle into the dining room to begin another day of non-stop indulgence. Surely Anna would be happy to bring the food to him, she always was when he was just too enervated to carry his own weight.
When he married her, she weighed 286; 66 lbs. more than he. She was just what he liked, a beautifully plump brunette, soft and curvy with most of her weight gain going right to her breasts. They were huge orbs of succulent flesh that she purposely bounced and shook, always braless, delightfully tantalizing him. She loved to eat, but more than that, she loved to feed him, and he willingly complied. So it was that he came to weigh 615 lbs., surrounded by a belly that measured 92” around and reached well down on his thighs when he was standing.
When he sat, he opened his legs and let his enormous belly drop, its weight eased when she helped him lay it in the sling she had attached to their custom dining table. It was crescent-shaped and taller than average to accommodate his vast corpulence. Once he was seated, his wife pushed the table to him; if she pushed it far enough, his fat-filled moobs rested on the tabletop.
He loved it all, especially the way she fussed over and cared for his belly. She fed it, massaged it, oiled it, washed it and, best of all, played with it every night when they went to bed. She loved to bury her hands in its folds, jiggle it, bury her face in it, but, best of all, she loved to ride it with her tremendous tits hanging in his fat face. No matter how much there was of him, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Although everyone gains some weight as they settle in to marriage, his girth had expanded to almost impossible proportions and was easily twice that of his largest friend. His family and friends had watched him gain, expecting him to decide at some point to diet or at the very least, to level off. But he always answered them by grabbing his belly and saying, “That day is not today.” This never failed to bring a big smile to his Anna’s face; watching her man eat was foreplay. Anna adored her fat guy.
As a fattie herself, many thin men who wanted to experience the thrill of loving a big girl had sought after Anna. But she knew only a man who lived for food would bring her the thrill she desired. She always suggested a buffet restaurant for first dates so she could access her date’s penchant for food.
On their first date, Brad had easily out done her. Without encouragement, he easily ate twice as much as she. His passion for food was abundantly obvious to her, and the smile on her face let him knew that she approved.
“I love to see a man with a hearty appetite enjoying his food,” she had sheepishly offered that first night.
“There’s a very fat man inside me who wants very badly to get out,” he laughed. “I have to really watch it or my weight will skyrocket, but tonight, with you, eating big just feels right.”
“Well,” she had replied, “I’d love to help that fat man get out!”
And so, it all began. They met at a different buffet restaurant every night that first week with Anna progressively bringing more and more food to the table each night. By week’s end, Brad was consuming two helpings of every item on the buffet. He grew by 12 lbs. to 232 in just 5 days.
Anna invited him to spend the weekend at her house. He had arrived Saturday morning wearing sweats and just in time for breakfast. Anna had a dozen Krispy Kream donuts and a gallon of milk already set out.
“Eat up, baby, you’ve got a big day of eating ahead of you,” she said as she poured him a big glass of the milk.
Brad sat at the table and began to eat. In no time, the donuts and milk were gone. Anna brought another dozen and poured more milk. While he ate these, Anna served him breakfast, a double stack of pancakes with whipped cream, butter and syrup, deviled eggs, a pound of bacon, a roll of sausage, bagels with cream cheese, and an entire watermelon.
“I’ll get you so fat, you’ll be too fat to drive one day,” she said lovingly.
He smiled, “Feed me, and feed me big.”
As he ate, his belly pushed against his pants - even sweats can only stretch so far. When he slowed, Anna gave him milk to expand his capacity, and after a few minutes he found he could continue eating and Anna was always ready with more food. Helping after helping, he ate and ate, his belly becoming so extended that it hurt from the strain. Anna had to cut the waistband of his sweats to make room for his expansion. The hours passed and when he could no longer stuff in another bite, Anna rubbed his belly and gently hand fed him.
“I’ll get you so fat, I’ll need to help you dress one day,” she said lovingly as she helped him up from the table and into her bedroom for a nap.
While he slept, Anna cooked, eating as she did to fill herself so she could fully concentrate on feeding Brad once he woke.
Several hours later, Brad emerged from the bedroom, refreshed and hungry. He was anxious to see what Anna had been cooking while he slept. His belly had softened and as he walked into the kitchen, it shook up and down. Anna looked at him and patted his middle, “Sit down, I’ve got lunch ready.”
The spread she prepared filled the table, each serving dish was spilling over with rich, fattening food. Brad ate until he moaned both from pleasure and from pain. Again Anna offered him milk to further expand his gut. He drank willingly, knowing it would help him finish everything Anna had prepared.
That next day, Sunday, although he could hear Anna in the kitchen, there was no aroma of cooking food. With some effort, he got up and swayed into the kitchen. Anna had cooked nothing.
“Today, its a liquid diet,” and with that she handed him a gallon jug.
“I’ll be hungry all day,” he protested.
“Just drink, you’ll be full, and surprised at how much you’ll gain by the end of the day.”
He did just as she said, gallon after gallon of Anna’s now famous fat-inducing milkshake - a delicious mixture of milk, ice cream, yoghurt, fruit and high-fat whey powder. His belly grew huge, his sweats now fit only below its protrusion, he could no longer see his feet, and his love handles were six inches thick. He sat at the dining table like a fat pig on a hot summer’s day, unable to drink another drop.
Anna assisted him to the sofa and, despite his protests, began to pour the milkshakes into him using a funnel. “And you thought you wouldn’t get full on a liquid diet.”
“No, no,” he moaned, then, “Yes, yes.” He knew he was on his way to becoming spectacularly obese.
Anna then took him to the scale – 307 lbs! In one weekend, he had gained 75 lbs. It seemed impossible, but when he looked down at himself, he knew it was real.
She had turned him into the wonderful butterball of fat he was now. Lying in his bed, his belly protruding out before him, his moobs propped up upon it, reaching to his chins. He thought about calling to her to tell her that he couldn’t get out of bed today, that she needed to serve him his meals on his tremendous belly. Don’t bother with utensils; he’d eat with his hands – much easier now that his fingers were so swollen with fat.
(continued in post 7 of this thread)
Fat-Adore
by Cammy
Part 1
He tries to get out of bed, but he can’t. His gluttony last night has made him weak and he can’t lift his massive belly off the mattress. He tries and tries, rocking, heaving and attempting to roll in the direction of the bed’s edge – all to no avail. He looks down at himself, rubs the immense load of blubber attached to his once average sized-frame and thinks, “Maybe it’s a good day to just stay in bed.”
Although he had always been slightly larger than his brothers, at 220 lbs. he was certainly well within the normal weight range for a man of his height. Yes, he could balance a beer on his belly even then, but now his wife, Anna, could serve an entire buffet on his bulk.
An entire buffet, the thought of such a decadent food spread made his belly growl with intense hunger. He wondered what delicious recipes Anna had planned to cook for him today. He could smell that she already had breakfast well in progress and wished he could get himself up and waddle into the dining room to begin another day of non-stop indulgence. Surely Anna would be happy to bring the food to him, she always was when he was just too enervated to carry his own weight.
When he married her, she weighed 286; 66 lbs. more than he. She was just what he liked, a beautifully plump brunette, soft and curvy with most of her weight gain going right to her breasts. They were huge orbs of succulent flesh that she purposely bounced and shook, always braless, delightfully tantalizing him. She loved to eat, but more than that, she loved to feed him, and he willingly complied. So it was that he came to weigh 615 lbs., surrounded by a belly that measured 92” around and reached well down on his thighs when he was standing.
When he sat, he opened his legs and let his enormous belly drop, its weight eased when she helped him lay it in the sling she had attached to their custom dining table. It was crescent-shaped and taller than average to accommodate his vast corpulence. Once he was seated, his wife pushed the table to him; if she pushed it far enough, his fat-filled moobs rested on the tabletop.
He loved it all, especially the way she fussed over and cared for his belly. She fed it, massaged it, oiled it, washed it and, best of all, played with it every night when they went to bed. She loved to bury her hands in its folds, jiggle it, bury her face in it, but, best of all, she loved to ride it with her tremendous tits hanging in his fat face. No matter how much there was of him, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Although everyone gains some weight as they settle in to marriage, his girth had expanded to almost impossible proportions and was easily twice that of his largest friend. His family and friends had watched him gain, expecting him to decide at some point to diet or at the very least, to level off. But he always answered them by grabbing his belly and saying, “That day is not today.” This never failed to bring a big smile to his Anna’s face; watching her man eat was foreplay. Anna adored her fat guy.
As a fattie herself, many thin men who wanted to experience the thrill of loving a big girl had sought after Anna. But she knew only a man who lived for food would bring her the thrill she desired. She always suggested a buffet restaurant for first dates so she could access her date’s penchant for food.
On their first date, Brad had easily out done her. Without encouragement, he easily ate twice as much as she. His passion for food was abundantly obvious to her, and the smile on her face let him knew that she approved.
“I love to see a man with a hearty appetite enjoying his food,” she had sheepishly offered that first night.
“There’s a very fat man inside me who wants very badly to get out,” he laughed. “I have to really watch it or my weight will skyrocket, but tonight, with you, eating big just feels right.”
“Well,” she had replied, “I’d love to help that fat man get out!”
And so, it all began. They met at a different buffet restaurant every night that first week with Anna progressively bringing more and more food to the table each night. By week’s end, Brad was consuming two helpings of every item on the buffet. He grew by 12 lbs. to 232 in just 5 days.
Anna invited him to spend the weekend at her house. He had arrived Saturday morning wearing sweats and just in time for breakfast. Anna had a dozen Krispy Kream donuts and a gallon of milk already set out.
“Eat up, baby, you’ve got a big day of eating ahead of you,” she said as she poured him a big glass of the milk.
Brad sat at the table and began to eat. In no time, the donuts and milk were gone. Anna brought another dozen and poured more milk. While he ate these, Anna served him breakfast, a double stack of pancakes with whipped cream, butter and syrup, deviled eggs, a pound of bacon, a roll of sausage, bagels with cream cheese, and an entire watermelon.
“I’ll get you so fat, you’ll be too fat to drive one day,” she said lovingly.
He smiled, “Feed me, and feed me big.”
As he ate, his belly pushed against his pants - even sweats can only stretch so far. When he slowed, Anna gave him milk to expand his capacity, and after a few minutes he found he could continue eating and Anna was always ready with more food. Helping after helping, he ate and ate, his belly becoming so extended that it hurt from the strain. Anna had to cut the waistband of his sweats to make room for his expansion. The hours passed and when he could no longer stuff in another bite, Anna rubbed his belly and gently hand fed him.
“I’ll get you so fat, I’ll need to help you dress one day,” she said lovingly as she helped him up from the table and into her bedroom for a nap.
While he slept, Anna cooked, eating as she did to fill herself so she could fully concentrate on feeding Brad once he woke.
Several hours later, Brad emerged from the bedroom, refreshed and hungry. He was anxious to see what Anna had been cooking while he slept. His belly had softened and as he walked into the kitchen, it shook up and down. Anna looked at him and patted his middle, “Sit down, I’ve got lunch ready.”
The spread she prepared filled the table, each serving dish was spilling over with rich, fattening food. Brad ate until he moaned both from pleasure and from pain. Again Anna offered him milk to further expand his gut. He drank willingly, knowing it would help him finish everything Anna had prepared.
That next day, Sunday, although he could hear Anna in the kitchen, there was no aroma of cooking food. With some effort, he got up and swayed into the kitchen. Anna had cooked nothing.
“Today, its a liquid diet,” and with that she handed him a gallon jug.
“I’ll be hungry all day,” he protested.
“Just drink, you’ll be full, and surprised at how much you’ll gain by the end of the day.”
He did just as she said, gallon after gallon of Anna’s now famous fat-inducing milkshake - a delicious mixture of milk, ice cream, yoghurt, fruit and high-fat whey powder. His belly grew huge, his sweats now fit only below its protrusion, he could no longer see his feet, and his love handles were six inches thick. He sat at the dining table like a fat pig on a hot summer’s day, unable to drink another drop.
Anna assisted him to the sofa and, despite his protests, began to pour the milkshakes into him using a funnel. “And you thought you wouldn’t get full on a liquid diet.”
“No, no,” he moaned, then, “Yes, yes.” He knew he was on his way to becoming spectacularly obese.
Anna then took him to the scale – 307 lbs! In one weekend, he had gained 75 lbs. It seemed impossible, but when he looked down at himself, he knew it was real.
She had turned him into the wonderful butterball of fat he was now. Lying in his bed, his belly protruding out before him, his moobs propped up upon it, reaching to his chins. He thought about calling to her to tell her that he couldn’t get out of bed today, that she needed to serve him his meals on his tremendous belly. Don’t bother with utensils; he’d eat with his hands – much easier now that his fingers were so swollen with fat.
(continued in post 7 of this thread)