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01-21-2009, 08:20 PM
BHM, Eating, Romance, ~MWG - a lady discovers how to soften up her man
Caroline and Georges
by Charlotte M
Caroline had led a bit of a chequered life. Bad decisions, bad boyfriends, jobs, cars, the list just seemed to be endless. Through it all, there was one thing she loved more than anything; she loved to cook. She had learned while holding the strings on her mother’s aprons, and was always trying new tastes, new techniques, trying to recreate things she found at nice restaurants.
But the sanctuary she found in her kitchen just never made it’s way into her real life.
That changed when she met Georges. She was working as a salesclerk at The Gap. She hated folding clothes, she hated being perky, and she hated how little respect she got for such a menial job. Georges happened to come in, and she helped him pick out some nice clothes that suited him. He was very polite, and made the extra effort to make sure things went easily for her. After completing the sale, Georges asked Caroline out. Before she could think about it she was already asking if Saturday night was good.
That Saturday they went out to a nice, albeit bland restaurant, and caught the latest action block-buster at the movies. They had a good night, a usual first date of talking, learning silly little things about each other. Georges kissed her goodnight.
She went to the kitchen and started working on a treat for tomorrow to help her gather her thoughts and relax. She slept well that night, this being one of the better days in recent memory.
Things with Georges went slowly but surely. He had picked up on the fact that she’d had so many problems in her life, and he knew (even if she didn’t) that she had to go slow to be happy. Georges knew why Caroline loved the kitchen, it was methodical, and something she could control. She just didn’t know how to do that in life. He did, and was more than happy to move along at Caroline’s pace.
One night George remarked that Caroline was awfully thin for someone who loved to cook. She sheepishly replied that she loved to cook, she loved to taste, but she hated to eat. The worst part about being single was she made a lot of food that went to waste. She would love to be in a relationship where she could just cook for someone all the time.
Georges was an investment banker. He was very patient, knew how to get what he wanted, and knew how to help people get what they wanted. He thought about what Caroline had said, and made a brash decision.
“Feed me then Caroline.”
She looked up from her dishes.
“Become my cook, I can pay you enough to do it full time. Or you can just move in with me and keep your job, it’s up to you. But I want you to be happy, and, well, you’re obviously a fantastic chef, I love when you cook for me!”
Caroline didn’t know what to say. This was sudden, very sudden for Georges. And yet, it felt right. Again, her mouth said yes before her brain had even begun to think about it.
Georges’ condo had a nice kitchen, but it was obviously underused. He didn’t mind taking her out to buy the utensils and gadgetry she needed to make a ‘perfect’ kitchen for him. She quit her job at The Gap and began cooking for Georges.
With all day to plan and prepare a meal, Caroline was in heaven! She already knew Georges' tastes, and was ready to push his palate to the envelope. Every day he came home from work to have the most amasing dinner ever. Caroline was in heaven. Georges was smart, cute, funny, amasing in bed, and basically indulging her wildest dreams.
One night Georges came home and mentioned that the part of dinner he disliked was when it was over. Caroline told him that she was serving the ‘right size’ portions. She didn’t want him to gain weight. Georges just winked, and asked for bigger dinners.
As a joke, the next night, Caroline made three entrees instead of one. She was surprised to see Georges eat them all. That night, in bed he showed her his gratitude.
From then on, Caroline made bigger entrees, and started scaling up her meals. She noticed that the more he had for dinner, the more energy he seemed to have in bed.
As this went on, Caroline became curious just how much food she could get into Georges. The grocery bills were staring to sky rocket, but he didn’t mind. It was tough putting together a good meal every night that was savoury, varied and large. She just wasn’t used to it. But on the other hand, she enjoyed the challenge.
One night she finally put out a spread that was too much for him. He pushed back from the table, and she could see that his stomach was full, and bulging against his belt.
“No mas” he quipped with a big satisfied smile.
She took another look at him. She suddenly realised that he’d gained weight! It had happened slowly, and she wasn’t expecting it, so she didn’t see it. He was never Mr. Universe or anything, about 200 pounds when they’d met. Now, he looked to be at least 220 pounds.
He spent the evening sitting on the couch, and she couldn’t help but study him, take him in. She saw the content smile on his lips, the dosing glaze in his eyes, she watched as his stomach slowly moved up and down with each breath. She wondered how much weight he would gain before he noticed. Certainly another 10 pounds and his belt would be have to let out a notch!
She began trying to make dinners with a little more caloric oomph to them. Richer desserts, creamier sauces, more carbs in the side dishes, exotic vegetables in the salads; she was trying everything! And he was eating it. She was careful to ramp him up. She didn’t overwhelm him all at once, but he was eating just a little more everyday.
Now that she knew he was getting bigger, she really could notice it. When she hugged him, she could feel the extra softness of his stomach pressing into hers. When she touched his cheeks, there was a little extra gentleness. When he was on top of her, she was aware of that little extra weight pushing onto her, and she loved it. She fantasised about how far she would get him to go. She wondered what it would be like as he got bigger and bigger. Certainly their physical chemistry was getting better and better.
One morning it finally happened.
“Honey, I think you’re making me fat!” he exclaimed from the bedroom as she was getting breakfast ready. “My belt, I had to do a new notch.”
“Nonsense dear,” she replied. “I’m sure that your belt is just reacting to the humidity.”
As he ate his blueberry pancakes, sausages and hashbrowns she contemplated a new plan. She would adjust his wardrobe so he wouldn’t notice the clothes becoming tighter. That day she took a number of his suits to be let out, and bought some new, slightly larger, belts to match the ones he had.
The next morning he came up behind her and kissed her. He said that she was right, and that everything fit fine today. He was looking forward to dinner tonight.
Caroline managed to keep her ruse up for about a month before Georges said something at dinner. “One of my clients asked me if I’d stopped going to the gym. I thought that was odd, because I didn’t go to the gym before. I do think I’ve gained some weight since you’ve moved in here! It must only be a few pounds though, my clothes still fit fine! Did you bring that scale you had at your apartment? That’s the last time I weighed myself. 200 pounds even.”
After dinner Caroline brought out the scale that she had packed up from her apartment. Georges stepped up on it. “Holey moley, 240 pounds?! Are you sure this is working okay?”
“No, you’re right, it must be busted from the move. I can buy you a new one if you want.”
The next day she did buy one, but she altered the zeroing point on it (it was kind of funny to look down at the scale and see 90 pounds!). When Georges finished dinner that night he stepped up on it “210 pounds, see, I have gained weight!”
“Mmmm, but baby, it looks oh so good on you. You’re enjoying the food, aren’t you? And, let’s be honest, you’ve been better in bed with these extra 10 pounds than you ever were before!”
Georges smiled, and Caroline went to bed happier than she ever had in her whole life.
A few more months passed. Caroline continued to expand Georges’ meals, fiddle with his wardrobe and adjust his scale (she smirked when she saw the scale say 65 pounds!)
Dinner was becoming longer and longer for Georges, but he didn’t mind at all. He had found the best chef in the world. He knew he had gained weight, in fact, over the last few months he had gained another 20. He was surprised at how big he looked for 230 pounds, but Caroline insisted he carried it well. He noticed that he got winded rather easily, so he avoided the stairs, or long walks from his car. He also noticed that while having sex that Caroline was becoming much more aggressive, which suited him just fine. He was having more fun these days than he’d ever dreamed possible.
His work joined one of those ‘diet for charity’ things, where people raise money by losing weight. His boss joked that Georges would be a gold mine if he’d be willing to give it a shot. Without much thought, Georges replied “Yeah, I guess I should lose these thirty pounds.”
“And what about the rest?” His boss nudged his stomach with his elbow.
George looked quizzically at his boss. “You’ve got more than 30 to lose there.”
“Nonsense” Georges retorted.
They walked to the lobby where everyone was weighing in. A couple of secretaries were being weighed, they certainly didn’t have much to lose. Georges’ boss was next: 260.
“And you think *I’ve* got extra weight to lose?” Georges laughed.
“Hop on up fat boy,” his boss grinned.
Georges was taken aback to see the numbers settle on 305. “No, no, this is way off, I’m 230 pounds!”
The weighing tech suggested he check his scale at home. When he got home he, much to Caroline’s surprise, went right to the bathroom scale. He looked at it, asked her to come in.
“Get on” he pointed at the scale.
She stepped on, weighing a whopping 45 pounds. “I think your scale might be off by a little bit dear.”
Caroline explained the whole scheme to Georges. He was really angry that she’d done this, and yet, how could he stay mad at her? Certainly he’d had a lot of fun. Obviously the weight was okay when he DIDN’T know he was over 300 pounds, what had changed? He was having the best food, he was in a deep, loving relationship which had a passionate physical portion. What was he complaining about?
Caroline kicked the scale into the closet, pulled Georges back so they were both visible in the full length mirror.
“This is the man that I love. I love everything about you. You’re smart, you’re funny. You have a cute double chin,” she caressed the soft flesh at the bottom of his face.
“You have a very soft stomach,” she stood behind him, gently kneading the expanse of flesh hanging from his waist.
“Your bum is very yielding,” she cupped his generous cheeks in her hands and rubbed them in a way that drove him crazy. “If you’re this good at 300 pounds, just how amasing will you be at 400 pounds? 500 pounds?”
He looked in the mirror. They looked like the number 10 standing together. She was tall and thin, he was very round in the middle. But in her eyes, he could see the love, the passion, the lust. That look in her eyes was worth anything, everything to him. She put his bathrobe on and led him to his rapidly cooling dinner.
A year later he ate food that she had not cooked.
It was the food served at his reception. He had called around and found the best of the best for catering, for his wife deserved nothing but the best.
She looked up from her food, she did have the best. The best of the best. She replayed the memory of seeing Georges in his tuxedo. Size 5X to cover his 400 pound body. He was beaming. She could see his stomach rippling as he shifted nervously. His cheeks and chins trembled with the sheer joy of the day.
Caroline and Georges
by Charlotte M
Caroline had led a bit of a chequered life. Bad decisions, bad boyfriends, jobs, cars, the list just seemed to be endless. Through it all, there was one thing she loved more than anything; she loved to cook. She had learned while holding the strings on her mother’s aprons, and was always trying new tastes, new techniques, trying to recreate things she found at nice restaurants.
But the sanctuary she found in her kitchen just never made it’s way into her real life.
That changed when she met Georges. She was working as a salesclerk at The Gap. She hated folding clothes, she hated being perky, and she hated how little respect she got for such a menial job. Georges happened to come in, and she helped him pick out some nice clothes that suited him. He was very polite, and made the extra effort to make sure things went easily for her. After completing the sale, Georges asked Caroline out. Before she could think about it she was already asking if Saturday night was good.
That Saturday they went out to a nice, albeit bland restaurant, and caught the latest action block-buster at the movies. They had a good night, a usual first date of talking, learning silly little things about each other. Georges kissed her goodnight.
She went to the kitchen and started working on a treat for tomorrow to help her gather her thoughts and relax. She slept well that night, this being one of the better days in recent memory.
Things with Georges went slowly but surely. He had picked up on the fact that she’d had so many problems in her life, and he knew (even if she didn’t) that she had to go slow to be happy. Georges knew why Caroline loved the kitchen, it was methodical, and something she could control. She just didn’t know how to do that in life. He did, and was more than happy to move along at Caroline’s pace.
One night George remarked that Caroline was awfully thin for someone who loved to cook. She sheepishly replied that she loved to cook, she loved to taste, but she hated to eat. The worst part about being single was she made a lot of food that went to waste. She would love to be in a relationship where she could just cook for someone all the time.
Georges was an investment banker. He was very patient, knew how to get what he wanted, and knew how to help people get what they wanted. He thought about what Caroline had said, and made a brash decision.
“Feed me then Caroline.”
She looked up from her dishes.
“Become my cook, I can pay you enough to do it full time. Or you can just move in with me and keep your job, it’s up to you. But I want you to be happy, and, well, you’re obviously a fantastic chef, I love when you cook for me!”
Caroline didn’t know what to say. This was sudden, very sudden for Georges. And yet, it felt right. Again, her mouth said yes before her brain had even begun to think about it.
Georges’ condo had a nice kitchen, but it was obviously underused. He didn’t mind taking her out to buy the utensils and gadgetry she needed to make a ‘perfect’ kitchen for him. She quit her job at The Gap and began cooking for Georges.
With all day to plan and prepare a meal, Caroline was in heaven! She already knew Georges' tastes, and was ready to push his palate to the envelope. Every day he came home from work to have the most amasing dinner ever. Caroline was in heaven. Georges was smart, cute, funny, amasing in bed, and basically indulging her wildest dreams.
One night Georges came home and mentioned that the part of dinner he disliked was when it was over. Caroline told him that she was serving the ‘right size’ portions. She didn’t want him to gain weight. Georges just winked, and asked for bigger dinners.
As a joke, the next night, Caroline made three entrees instead of one. She was surprised to see Georges eat them all. That night, in bed he showed her his gratitude.
From then on, Caroline made bigger entrees, and started scaling up her meals. She noticed that the more he had for dinner, the more energy he seemed to have in bed.
As this went on, Caroline became curious just how much food she could get into Georges. The grocery bills were staring to sky rocket, but he didn’t mind. It was tough putting together a good meal every night that was savoury, varied and large. She just wasn’t used to it. But on the other hand, she enjoyed the challenge.
One night she finally put out a spread that was too much for him. He pushed back from the table, and she could see that his stomach was full, and bulging against his belt.
“No mas” he quipped with a big satisfied smile.
She took another look at him. She suddenly realised that he’d gained weight! It had happened slowly, and she wasn’t expecting it, so she didn’t see it. He was never Mr. Universe or anything, about 200 pounds when they’d met. Now, he looked to be at least 220 pounds.
He spent the evening sitting on the couch, and she couldn’t help but study him, take him in. She saw the content smile on his lips, the dosing glaze in his eyes, she watched as his stomach slowly moved up and down with each breath. She wondered how much weight he would gain before he noticed. Certainly another 10 pounds and his belt would be have to let out a notch!
She began trying to make dinners with a little more caloric oomph to them. Richer desserts, creamier sauces, more carbs in the side dishes, exotic vegetables in the salads; she was trying everything! And he was eating it. She was careful to ramp him up. She didn’t overwhelm him all at once, but he was eating just a little more everyday.
Now that she knew he was getting bigger, she really could notice it. When she hugged him, she could feel the extra softness of his stomach pressing into hers. When she touched his cheeks, there was a little extra gentleness. When he was on top of her, she was aware of that little extra weight pushing onto her, and she loved it. She fantasised about how far she would get him to go. She wondered what it would be like as he got bigger and bigger. Certainly their physical chemistry was getting better and better.
One morning it finally happened.
“Honey, I think you’re making me fat!” he exclaimed from the bedroom as she was getting breakfast ready. “My belt, I had to do a new notch.”
“Nonsense dear,” she replied. “I’m sure that your belt is just reacting to the humidity.”
As he ate his blueberry pancakes, sausages and hashbrowns she contemplated a new plan. She would adjust his wardrobe so he wouldn’t notice the clothes becoming tighter. That day she took a number of his suits to be let out, and bought some new, slightly larger, belts to match the ones he had.
The next morning he came up behind her and kissed her. He said that she was right, and that everything fit fine today. He was looking forward to dinner tonight.
Caroline managed to keep her ruse up for about a month before Georges said something at dinner. “One of my clients asked me if I’d stopped going to the gym. I thought that was odd, because I didn’t go to the gym before. I do think I’ve gained some weight since you’ve moved in here! It must only be a few pounds though, my clothes still fit fine! Did you bring that scale you had at your apartment? That’s the last time I weighed myself. 200 pounds even.”
After dinner Caroline brought out the scale that she had packed up from her apartment. Georges stepped up on it. “Holey moley, 240 pounds?! Are you sure this is working okay?”
“No, you’re right, it must be busted from the move. I can buy you a new one if you want.”
The next day she did buy one, but she altered the zeroing point on it (it was kind of funny to look down at the scale and see 90 pounds!). When Georges finished dinner that night he stepped up on it “210 pounds, see, I have gained weight!”
“Mmmm, but baby, it looks oh so good on you. You’re enjoying the food, aren’t you? And, let’s be honest, you’ve been better in bed with these extra 10 pounds than you ever were before!”
Georges smiled, and Caroline went to bed happier than she ever had in her whole life.
A few more months passed. Caroline continued to expand Georges’ meals, fiddle with his wardrobe and adjust his scale (she smirked when she saw the scale say 65 pounds!)
Dinner was becoming longer and longer for Georges, but he didn’t mind at all. He had found the best chef in the world. He knew he had gained weight, in fact, over the last few months he had gained another 20. He was surprised at how big he looked for 230 pounds, but Caroline insisted he carried it well. He noticed that he got winded rather easily, so he avoided the stairs, or long walks from his car. He also noticed that while having sex that Caroline was becoming much more aggressive, which suited him just fine. He was having more fun these days than he’d ever dreamed possible.
His work joined one of those ‘diet for charity’ things, where people raise money by losing weight. His boss joked that Georges would be a gold mine if he’d be willing to give it a shot. Without much thought, Georges replied “Yeah, I guess I should lose these thirty pounds.”
“And what about the rest?” His boss nudged his stomach with his elbow.
George looked quizzically at his boss. “You’ve got more than 30 to lose there.”
“Nonsense” Georges retorted.
They walked to the lobby where everyone was weighing in. A couple of secretaries were being weighed, they certainly didn’t have much to lose. Georges’ boss was next: 260.
“And you think *I’ve* got extra weight to lose?” Georges laughed.
“Hop on up fat boy,” his boss grinned.
Georges was taken aback to see the numbers settle on 305. “No, no, this is way off, I’m 230 pounds!”
The weighing tech suggested he check his scale at home. When he got home he, much to Caroline’s surprise, went right to the bathroom scale. He looked at it, asked her to come in.
“Get on” he pointed at the scale.
She stepped on, weighing a whopping 45 pounds. “I think your scale might be off by a little bit dear.”
Caroline explained the whole scheme to Georges. He was really angry that she’d done this, and yet, how could he stay mad at her? Certainly he’d had a lot of fun. Obviously the weight was okay when he DIDN’T know he was over 300 pounds, what had changed? He was having the best food, he was in a deep, loving relationship which had a passionate physical portion. What was he complaining about?
Caroline kicked the scale into the closet, pulled Georges back so they were both visible in the full length mirror.
“This is the man that I love. I love everything about you. You’re smart, you’re funny. You have a cute double chin,” she caressed the soft flesh at the bottom of his face.
“You have a very soft stomach,” she stood behind him, gently kneading the expanse of flesh hanging from his waist.
“Your bum is very yielding,” she cupped his generous cheeks in her hands and rubbed them in a way that drove him crazy. “If you’re this good at 300 pounds, just how amasing will you be at 400 pounds? 500 pounds?”
He looked in the mirror. They looked like the number 10 standing together. She was tall and thin, he was very round in the middle. But in her eyes, he could see the love, the passion, the lust. That look in her eyes was worth anything, everything to him. She put his bathrobe on and led him to his rapidly cooling dinner.
A year later he ate food that she had not cooked.
It was the food served at his reception. He had called around and found the best of the best for catering, for his wife deserved nothing but the best.
She looked up from her food, she did have the best. The best of the best. She replayed the memory of seeing Georges in his tuxedo. Size 5X to cover his 400 pound body. He was beaming. She could see his stomach rippling as he shifted nervously. His cheeks and chins trembled with the sheer joy of the day.