Fatassmelissa
09-28-2007, 02:04 PM
SSBBW, Force Feeding, XXWG - A newlywed gains a ton of weight, and likes it, while her husband is away on business.
A Happy Marriage
by Melissa Boyd
Part 1
It was just after their honeymoon, and John and Lisa were lying on their four poster-bed in the master bedroom of the house John’s parents had purchased for them as a wedding present. John ran his fingers along Lisa’s smooth hips and skinny frame.
"So, I’ll be away for two months at a time, as my employers aren’t paying for my flights," said John.
Lisa sighed; she’d miss him so much.
"I know, baby" he said in response. "But I can’t help it, I’m the only available option for the job in California."
Lisa stared out at the New York sunset.
"I know," she said. "but what’ll I do while you're away? We do everything together. Morning runs, fitness classes and everything else. I’ll miss you so much."
"And I’ll miss you too, baby" John replied, rising from the bed and picking up his briefcase. "I’ll email every week and I’ll send the money you need for eating, shopping and all the other things." He blew her a kiss as he left.
Lisa returned the gesture, then rolled onto her side. She got up to watch him leave and then slumped onto the bed, crying.
The next day she went downtown to all the stylish outlets for clothes to cheer herself up. She needed to improve her wardrobe. First she went to the Gucci store, picked out a few items and headed for the changing room. She received a very attentive look from the young man behind the counter. "I’m so hot!" she thought to herself as she locked the door to her cubicle and started to strip.
She removed the less than opaque white blouse and hung it with the items she’d selected. Then she was just about to remove the black miniskirt she had on when she saw her upper body. It was skeletal! She ran her hands along her belly. She could feel every single rib! She grabbed at it, but there was nothing to grab.
Furtively she looked up and her gaze was met by a gaunt-looking female face in the mirror. The bones in her face were clearly visible and left gaps where the skin was thin, at least thinner than the rest.
“Oh, no, I’m skin and bones!” she said out loud.
“What was that?” asked the young man. He was clearly lacking in interesting customers.
“Um…” said Lisa “These are too small, can you get them in a couple of sizes up?” She passed them to him from behind the door, paid for those he brought and hurried off to the nearest fast food outlet.
She ordered a double cheeseburger with extra fries, large drink and a box of donuts, receiving a series of raised eyebrows as she did so. She chowed down greedily and was extremely full half through, but she forced herself to finish.
“How am I supposed to feel sexy if I can see my bones?” she said to herself as she forced down mouthful after mouthful.
Thoroughly bloated and tired, she returned home and immediately went to bed. A week later, she received the first of John’s emails.
Hi Honey,
How are you? Things in California are great, the orange juice is amazing!
Business is good; I hope you receive the money I sent, though it might take a bit longer as I only posted it yesterday.
Love You!
John
P.S. How’s the fitness class going?
Lisa studied this last bit.
“Oh just great," she thought, "it’s keeping me as thin as a rake!”
She sent a cheery reply, saying that she was cutting down on the fitness as she’d joined a new class. She hadn’t but she was far too thin for her liking.
She poked her belly. Since taking up this new routine of eating once a day at the fast food outlet, she’d certainly improved on her physique. There were no more bones to be found on her face, except with the closest of looks, her belly was rounder and all signs of her ribcage had been removed. She grabbed at it. A considerable chunk of fat met her grasp, though it wasn’t big enough to be considered excess flab. Just normal. Which is what she wanted - to be normal sized and feel sexy. None of this ridiculous size 0 stuff. No way.
"Although," she thought as she continued her daily routine, "what would it be like to be the opposite of normal and not size 0. In other words, fat."
She didn’t have any fat friends, they were all relatively the same size as her. She pondered this for a moment, reasoning that all social groups needed a fat person, who was to aspire to the others in the group.
"But why," she thought, "should a fat person have to want to be like a thin person. Surely they should be themselves, right?” Lisa had always had respect for fat people who didn’t succumb to the worldwide need for a thin posterior in order to be attractive. Lisa, in a way, thought the opposite.
But then there was all the backchat from others. Being called a ‘pig’ and all that. Could she take that? In a way, all this made Lisa feel more inclined to be fat, not because she was greedy or a pig but because she wanted to know how it felt. She wanted to know what it was like to be that larger person, usually victimized for an absurd reason (she thought).
Although then there was the problem of whether her newly wedded husband would approve.
“Well,” she said to herself after a third burger “If he doesn’t approve of me and who I am, why did he marry me?” And so she increased her eating at meal times.
Yet this left her exhausted and bloated so that she was unable to even do the simplest of exercises after eating. She gave up the fitness class and concentrated on eating more than anything else.
The next week John did not email her, which was odd but she did not worry as she was not yet ready to inform him of her new reasoning about her ideal weight.
After checking her emails, she returned to her bedroom and surveyed her wardrobe. She picked out one of the outfits she’d bought at Gucci two weeks or so ago. One had a high blouse, revealing the belly, and a short skirt which was designed to fit two sizes smaller than its actual capacity (it had a sort of belt attached to the waist which you fastened to different settings for smaller sizes). It fit perfectly, as she’d reasoned that she should buy the exact outfit 4 sizes larger than her original size 9. She surveyed the ensemble in the mirror.
The dress curved over her bum nicely and the blouse showed off her breasts, yet it also revealed a protruding roll attached to her belly. She poked this new development over the last few weeks. It wiggled delightfully.
Then, noticing the built in ‘size reducer’ on her dress, she pulled the belt-like mechanism tight, watching her plump belly writhe out of the way. It spilled over her front and sagged considerably forward. She fastened it tight at this size and clutched her form in hands that were fleshier than before.
“It’s so big and pretty” she exclaimed, stroking it all over.
That afternoon she visited the fast food outlet twice, noticing that her appetite had increased and topped it off with a slap-up meal at the very fattening burger joint nearby (usually she’d never be seen anywhere near there, though no one had seen Lisa like this before!).
She returned less full than usual and took an ice cream tub up to bed with her. It was the first day since she had begun gaining that she’d experienced disapproval of her appearance. It was not her face or hair, but her new form, though Lisa was always proud of how she looked and took no notice as she chomped away on numerous foods.
Her undies were much too tight, so she slept naked. Her larger form pressed against the bed more heavily than ever before and it lurched upwards when she rose from it to go down to the kitchen the following morning.
Once there, she fried up a breakfast big enough for a family and ate it all in ravaged hunger, leaving nothing but the plates.
A Happy Marriage
by Melissa Boyd
Part 1
It was just after their honeymoon, and John and Lisa were lying on their four poster-bed in the master bedroom of the house John’s parents had purchased for them as a wedding present. John ran his fingers along Lisa’s smooth hips and skinny frame.
"So, I’ll be away for two months at a time, as my employers aren’t paying for my flights," said John.
Lisa sighed; she’d miss him so much.
"I know, baby" he said in response. "But I can’t help it, I’m the only available option for the job in California."
Lisa stared out at the New York sunset.
"I know," she said. "but what’ll I do while you're away? We do everything together. Morning runs, fitness classes and everything else. I’ll miss you so much."
"And I’ll miss you too, baby" John replied, rising from the bed and picking up his briefcase. "I’ll email every week and I’ll send the money you need for eating, shopping and all the other things." He blew her a kiss as he left.
Lisa returned the gesture, then rolled onto her side. She got up to watch him leave and then slumped onto the bed, crying.
The next day she went downtown to all the stylish outlets for clothes to cheer herself up. She needed to improve her wardrobe. First she went to the Gucci store, picked out a few items and headed for the changing room. She received a very attentive look from the young man behind the counter. "I’m so hot!" she thought to herself as she locked the door to her cubicle and started to strip.
She removed the less than opaque white blouse and hung it with the items she’d selected. Then she was just about to remove the black miniskirt she had on when she saw her upper body. It was skeletal! She ran her hands along her belly. She could feel every single rib! She grabbed at it, but there was nothing to grab.
Furtively she looked up and her gaze was met by a gaunt-looking female face in the mirror. The bones in her face were clearly visible and left gaps where the skin was thin, at least thinner than the rest.
“Oh, no, I’m skin and bones!” she said out loud.
“What was that?” asked the young man. He was clearly lacking in interesting customers.
“Um…” said Lisa “These are too small, can you get them in a couple of sizes up?” She passed them to him from behind the door, paid for those he brought and hurried off to the nearest fast food outlet.
She ordered a double cheeseburger with extra fries, large drink and a box of donuts, receiving a series of raised eyebrows as she did so. She chowed down greedily and was extremely full half through, but she forced herself to finish.
“How am I supposed to feel sexy if I can see my bones?” she said to herself as she forced down mouthful after mouthful.
Thoroughly bloated and tired, she returned home and immediately went to bed. A week later, she received the first of John’s emails.
Hi Honey,
How are you? Things in California are great, the orange juice is amazing!
Business is good; I hope you receive the money I sent, though it might take a bit longer as I only posted it yesterday.
Love You!
John
P.S. How’s the fitness class going?
Lisa studied this last bit.
“Oh just great," she thought, "it’s keeping me as thin as a rake!”
She sent a cheery reply, saying that she was cutting down on the fitness as she’d joined a new class. She hadn’t but she was far too thin for her liking.
She poked her belly. Since taking up this new routine of eating once a day at the fast food outlet, she’d certainly improved on her physique. There were no more bones to be found on her face, except with the closest of looks, her belly was rounder and all signs of her ribcage had been removed. She grabbed at it. A considerable chunk of fat met her grasp, though it wasn’t big enough to be considered excess flab. Just normal. Which is what she wanted - to be normal sized and feel sexy. None of this ridiculous size 0 stuff. No way.
"Although," she thought as she continued her daily routine, "what would it be like to be the opposite of normal and not size 0. In other words, fat."
She didn’t have any fat friends, they were all relatively the same size as her. She pondered this for a moment, reasoning that all social groups needed a fat person, who was to aspire to the others in the group.
"But why," she thought, "should a fat person have to want to be like a thin person. Surely they should be themselves, right?” Lisa had always had respect for fat people who didn’t succumb to the worldwide need for a thin posterior in order to be attractive. Lisa, in a way, thought the opposite.
But then there was all the backchat from others. Being called a ‘pig’ and all that. Could she take that? In a way, all this made Lisa feel more inclined to be fat, not because she was greedy or a pig but because she wanted to know how it felt. She wanted to know what it was like to be that larger person, usually victimized for an absurd reason (she thought).
Although then there was the problem of whether her newly wedded husband would approve.
“Well,” she said to herself after a third burger “If he doesn’t approve of me and who I am, why did he marry me?” And so she increased her eating at meal times.
Yet this left her exhausted and bloated so that she was unable to even do the simplest of exercises after eating. She gave up the fitness class and concentrated on eating more than anything else.
The next week John did not email her, which was odd but she did not worry as she was not yet ready to inform him of her new reasoning about her ideal weight.
After checking her emails, she returned to her bedroom and surveyed her wardrobe. She picked out one of the outfits she’d bought at Gucci two weeks or so ago. One had a high blouse, revealing the belly, and a short skirt which was designed to fit two sizes smaller than its actual capacity (it had a sort of belt attached to the waist which you fastened to different settings for smaller sizes). It fit perfectly, as she’d reasoned that she should buy the exact outfit 4 sizes larger than her original size 9. She surveyed the ensemble in the mirror.
The dress curved over her bum nicely and the blouse showed off her breasts, yet it also revealed a protruding roll attached to her belly. She poked this new development over the last few weeks. It wiggled delightfully.
Then, noticing the built in ‘size reducer’ on her dress, she pulled the belt-like mechanism tight, watching her plump belly writhe out of the way. It spilled over her front and sagged considerably forward. She fastened it tight at this size and clutched her form in hands that were fleshier than before.
“It’s so big and pretty” she exclaimed, stroking it all over.
That afternoon she visited the fast food outlet twice, noticing that her appetite had increased and topped it off with a slap-up meal at the very fattening burger joint nearby (usually she’d never be seen anywhere near there, though no one had seen Lisa like this before!).
She returned less full than usual and took an ice cream tub up to bed with her. It was the first day since she had begun gaining that she’d experienced disapproval of her appearance. It was not her face or hair, but her new form, though Lisa was always proud of how she looked and took no notice as she chomped away on numerous foods.
Her undies were much too tight, so she slept naked. Her larger form pressed against the bed more heavily than ever before and it lurched upwards when she rose from it to go down to the kitchen the following morning.
Once there, she fried up a breakfast big enough for a family and ate it all in ravaged hunger, leaving nothing but the plates.