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|05-12-2007, 08:42 AM||#1|
Join Date: May 2007
La Gourmande (Parts 1-2) - by Ssaylleb (~BBW, Eating, Stuffing, ~MWG)
~BBW, Eating, Stuffing, Sex, ~SWG - Ending a relationship and taking up a new job have big consequences
[Author's note: Here's my first attempt at WG fiction. I'm into normal weight gain, i.e. people eating more and gaining as a result, not Magic or powder gains, or force-feeding. Eating is the pleasure :-)
Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.]
[Revised fight scene in part 2]
Walking down the road in the centre of town, her mind still in a turmoil from her boyfriend’s none too polite or expected break up from her, something caught her eye on the wall she had just passed, and she turned to look again.
There it was, in neat lettering on a small paper affixed to the window:
Serving staff required immediately. Please apply within.
She took in the window the note was stuck to, delicately shaded glass in a nice wooden frame, itself part of the façade of a French restaurant, Le Gourmand. She couldn’t say for sure whether she had ever noticed the place or not however she had never eaten there.
Thinking of rent and bills she now had to pay by herself, and pretty quickly too, she used the same window as a makeshift mirror and dabbed at her eyes. Then she tugged at her hair and went through all those unnecessary motions a naturally pretty girl undertakes when she believes herself unpresentable.
She stepped into the restaurant and was greeted by a warm pleasant atmosphere. The décor reflected a good likeness of the interior of some mountain cottage, with much use of wood and other rustic touches.
A man, perhaps in his early thirties and slightly built looked up from the files in his hands with some impatience, that quickly turned into a warm smile as he introduced himself as Pascal. He stood to greet the gorgeous girl with tear-red eyes standing across the counter, the soft yellow lights playing on her black skin making her face seem to shimmer, framed by her long wavy dark hair.
“Hi I’m Kim," she said, "and I see you’ve got a vacancy here.”
As she announced her interest in the vacancy, he walked out from behind the bar, with the appearances no doubt of shaking her by the hand and greeting her properly, but in fact to take in the figure of this Beyonce look-alike so that he might appreciate her more fully.
Above average height, and endowed with big firm breasts and a luscious ass that jutted out rearwards, maddeningly accentuated by her impossibly tight white hipsters. Most people would probably barely notice the love handles starting to swell out over her waistband, or the belly roll that formed when she sat down (as of course he invited her to).
As he had counted on, her gorgeous figure swishing through the crowded tables and her charming personality as she served on clients brought in more of them; and as he had hoped she also showed an appetite that was more than healthy.
When she had accepted the job offer, she had promised herself two things. One was that she would ensure she steered clear of the pasta with its thick full-cream sauces, the wood-oven baked pizzas, dripping in oil and cheese and the best (she would discover) that she had ever tasted, not to mention the salami and cheese platters, the steaks and ribs swimming in juicy gravy. And secondly that she would work out to lose the flab that seemed to have crept up on her while she was dating that wanker.
Neither promise would be remembered or fulfiled
On her first shift, she managed to get through the entire evening without nibbling at any more than a plate of garlic bread, kindly offered by a bored cook. But as she did this without noticing it she drank over a litre of Coke between running around the tables. All the hard work however was undone when Pascal escorted the last clients to the doors, accepted their thanks for another great stuffing meal with a quiet smile and shut the restaurant.
Then he turned and said “Right, staff dinner now, what’s on Louis?” addressing the last part to the cook.
“I’m afraid it’s just pizza today, but we’ve got loads of all toppings so just tell me what you want.”
She looked from one to the other, and to the other staff in surprise. Staff dinner? No one had mentioned this, but when she saw the others ordering all toppings on their pizzas, any remaining restraints or resolve vanished. She didn’t hesitate a second to join the fray.
Later, when they were done and sitting back, rubbing their bellies, she was the only girl to have emptied her plate completely. Looking down at her lap, she could see her stuffed belly bulging out, lifting her top to reveal a little roll of flab.
When she looked up again, she saw that Pascal had caught her checking out her belly with a smile on his face; she quickly cast her eyes down at the table in embarrassment, and tried to tug her top down. In fact, when Louis brought out the remaining desserts of the day that had to be binned anyway, she didn’t take any. When she looked at Pascal for a sign of approval, she was surprised to see more of a frown than a smile.
Apart from that uncomfortable moment, Rose found herself settling in well. She got on very well with her colleagues, a small group of close people with only one other girl, Marie, who was a little softer then slender, yet not really fat. Her ass stretched her black trousers though. And although all the others were white-skinned (or pink?) she did not feel at all out of place and most of the guys made a pass at her, or brushed her more closely than necessary. Still it was playful and she enjoyed flirting back.
In order to take her mind off her ex, she was working almost every evening and some lunches too. The tips were ample and the amp[leness of her body was a passing tought. Within a month she had so far allowed herself to enjoy her appetite that she now snacked as opportunity allowed during the entire day.
One time just as she served a doctor his pizza, he was paged to attend to an emergency and left before she could box it for him to take out. She took the still-steaming pizza back to the kitchen. Thinking it a pity to waste such good food, she quickly cut herself a slice and wolfed it down. A quick look around to make sure no one had noticed and she guzzled down another slice, followed by another and another till the plate was empty in front her. She felt a bit dizzy from eating so much so quickly.
With a feeling of wonder at her previously unknown greed, she rubbed her stuffed gut with the satisfaction of a pig well fed. For the rest of that evening she felt more conscious of her swollen belly and was sure that people were checking it out.
Despite that, at the end of the evening, when the cook chose to cook her favourite, a 500 gram steak smothered in a thick cheese sauce, complete with a stack of fried chips and onions she was ready. To her surprise she finished off and then had 2 large slices of a strawberry flan (the second slice in secret in the kitchen where she had meant to throw it away).
When she sat in her car to drive home, she felt her trousers were too constricting and had to undo the button. At that point the zipper burst open allowing her bloated belly to expand out outwards. She looked down at her belly, bigger and rounder than she had ever seen it and slapped the black skin a couple of times, seeing the flab ripple slightly.
Upon arriving home she made her way to her room, kicking off her shoes on the way. As she started to undress, she caught sight of herself in profile in her full-length mirror, and stopped to take a longer look. From her ankles up, her customary black hipsters were stretched tight over calves that were certainly plumper than they had been only weeks ago.
Moving on up her legs, her thighs looked fuller, softer than she ever remembered, and the seams of her trousers were bursting to constrain her big round booty. Her belly, soft, fat and flabby from the combination of her stuffing and complete avoidance of exercise, rolled out over the waistband in a soft bulge around her body, from her back love handles formed round her sides and swelled out to a growing gut in front. The gap between her trousers and top had now reached inches, revealing her slinky ebony skin.
At this point she went into the bathroom and dragged out the scales, she had never had much use for them as her weight had always been between 55 and 60 kilos (that’s 120 – 135 lbs for readers across the pond) and she wasn’t really bothered by her weight. In fact a couple of weeks before the break-up she had weighed 63 Kg (140 lbs) at her boyfriend’s parents place. So when the needle stopped hovering at 75 Kg (165lbs) she was shocked. She hadn’t thought she had gained so much.
She walked back to the bedroom and looked again at the mirror, thinking she still didn’t look too bad. Her tits had grown plumper, yet were still firm enough that when she took off her top and bra, they held up nicely, so nicely that she touched them with her hands, and started to rub them softly, looking at her reflection in the mirror as though it were another person.
She looked at this woman stroke herself, her hands slipped down to her soft tummy and she rubbed there too, playing with her deepening belly button and feeling a tingle in her pants that made her gasp. She peeled off the hipsters and continued to feel herself up, feeling hotter and hotter until her hand finally slipped between her legs and she came with a force that dropped her to her knees, from where she let herself fall back onto the carpet where she passed out for a while.
After this epiphany more days passed. She kept on stuffing her face almost continuously and growing less and less caring of who saw her doing so, often nibbling on leftovers from the clients’ plates when these were still warm. Of course she was also still gaining weight, yet she refused to buy clothes in a larger size with the result that her swollen figure now bulged out of her clothes in every direction.
Soon she had an undeniably fat tummy and nice big love handles, emphasised all the more with her tight clothes. As her figure got fuller, she was very surprised to notice that the attention from her male colleagues did not wane; in fact the opposite happened as the kitchen staff were forever flirting with her and giving her snacks
(Continued in post 6 of this thread).
Last edited by Observer : 06-19-2007 at 08:23 PM.
|05-12-2007, 05:18 PM||#2|
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Down heah
This is lovely stuff. Welcome aboard! Know that there are many many more reading than responding. Most stories will get 0, 1, or 2 messages. A better way to judge a story's popularity is the number of hits it gets.
Your story was quite fun to read and I hope you'll post more.
|05-13-2007, 11:15 PM||#4|
Join Date: Dec 2006
This is a wonderful story and an absolute pleasure to read. I really like your style. Please continue to write because you seem to have a real talent for it. I can't wait to read further stories from you.
|05-14-2007, 07:29 AM||#5|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Location: The land that I come from is called the Midwest....
Wow! Great story, great writing... you leave me wanting more. I, too, like realistic tales, so you're pushing all the right buttons here...
|05-27-2007, 09:54 AM||#6|
Join Date: May 2007
Author's Note: Hi All, thanks for your great comments. Here's part 2 sorry for the delay. Please let me know what you think.
With such fantastic support, Kim paid less notice to her gain than she would have thought, apart from buying clothes a size larger, which she soon spilled out of. She found herself eating a lot more at home as well- the chefs made fresh pizza dough every day and at closing time would hand out any uncooked leftovers to the staff for their personal use.
This meant Kim could take the dough normally used for three pizzas and add all the toppings she wanted before settling down on the sofa, in her by now too-tight underwear to catch up on Sex and the City. These pizza feasts would often end with a bucket of popcorn or with her gorging down a cake, slice after slice, then staring at the empty plate in surprise.
Her look would then shift to her expanding belly, and she would rub her fat gut and increasingly bigger and softer hips and thighs. Her arse was now a proper African booty and rivalled her belly in front for attention. And now that she noticed, her breasts were getting a lot bigger too, and softer, yet they still jutted out proudly, not sagging much for their size. And the weighing scale put her at 82 kg (180 lbs).
Back at work, one of the restaurant’s specialties was an authentic Swiss Cheese Fondue, an unforgettable symphony of fine, full-fat cheeses and white wine. The dish required such preparation that it could only be served for a minimum of two, and even then, she rarely saw any two people finish one completely. Maybe the fact that it was served with baskets of French bread and a massive platter of cooked hams, salamis and fine cuts of meat had something to do with this. Not surprisingly this was not the cheapest item on the menu, so it was something of a “special occasion” dish for most guests.
One evening a young couple came in, no more than 20 years old, both skinny and dressed to their best, very obviously out to celebrate some event or other and they were clearly overawed by the rich interior of the place. As Kim escorted them to their table, she felt huge next to the thin couple and imagined all eyes on her, although in fact the dark lighting of Le Gourmand made this impossible.
As she sat them down, she couldn’t help but feel the guy’s eyes on her fat swaying ass, and she caught the girl scowling at her boyfriend, still trying to tear his eyes from her tightly packed fat ass. She walked away feeling better about herself.
To her astonishment, they ordered the fondue with full trimmings and a bottle of nice wine to wash it down. Half an hour after serving it to them, looking none too pleased, they admitted defeat and asked her to clear the table and bring out coffee.
She gave the coffee request to the bus boy and took the fondue set into the kitchen. She looked at the bowl, still more than half full, and the almost untouched ham platter. It was time for her break anyway. She asked another waitess to look after her tables. With a small sigh she picked up a hunk of bread, dipped it into the steaming fondue and ate it with relish, one hand rubbing her belly and moaning softly as she went along. She pulled a stool up to the counter and sat down to gorge, her fat ass spilling over on both sides.
Half an hour later she rose somewhat unsteadily to the cheers of her kitchen mates, including the one covering for her while she had zoned out in ecstasy. Standing up, her belly pushed out so much that her top was pushed right up against her fat tits and hung out fat and round, the black skin tight and stretched, glistening in the glow of the lights.
Pulling the top down as much as she could, she headed to the main dining room to try to save her job before Pascal or the other manager, whom she did not get on well with, saw for themselves what she had done. She saw the thin couple still sittin at theiur table and waddled over towards them.
The man's eyes grew wide as he viewed Kim's distended belly and a brosad smile broke out acrioss his face. His companion looked at Kim too, and then at her escort. Her countenance was anything but smiling. She said in an angry voice, "What are you grinning about you prick, you think she ate the rest of what I couldn't and are now fantasizing?"
The man continued to gaze and said, "er, could we have the bill? Its been very nice, but I think we need to leave as soon as possible."
"You did eat it - didn't you? You pig," screamed the woman at Kim.
Kim said nothing, but the look on her facve said it all. Now everyone knew what had been the secret of herself and a few staff members. As she turned round in embarrassment, her belly knocked over a tall candlestick.
With a smirk the girl said in a loud voice “see everyone, she just went in there and stuffed her face on our fondue.” She began laughing cruelly, patting the black girl’s belly.
The man tried to calm things by being logical, saying, "Now so what if she did? No need to be embarassed or upset, we'd sent it back because we were full-it was going to e thrown out anyway. I'm happy to have shared it"
Wishing the ground would swallow her up, Kim bent over to gather the candlestick from the ground. It was also an excuse to divert attention. However, as she did so her fat ass stretched the pants just that bit too much and the seam over the crack of her ass split open with a loud rending sound, exposing her fat and flabby butt to the restaurant with only her thong to save her from the utmost nudity.
The woman burst out laughing loudly and “for sure she’s been stuffing herself, the greedy pig! You just like women with out of contol appetites. Of course you don't mind it, you voyeur. But I do.”
With that she grabbed a french roll, seized Kim by the neck and tried to stuff it into the hapless waitress's mouth.
Kim rose upright, and without really knowing consciously what she was doing, grabbed the man's half-full glass of wine and threw it all over her adversary, the burgundy inadvertantly running onto her escort's cream colored suit like dripping blood as well.
For a second there was complete silence in the room as everyone looked at either the furious out of control woman, the man in the ruined suit or the sexy plump waitress with a candlestick in one hand and an empty glass of wine in the other. Tears were streaming down her face. Then the place exploded with sound as all total chaos broke loose. Police sirens pealed in the distance, the man and his lady bolted for the door, Pascal's partner emeged from his office shouting expletives at Kim.
Kim left the restaurant minutes later, without her job, without her dignity, totally distraught and not even realizing that she was walking around town with her trousers torn wide and her big bum in full view.
The next day she awoke at around midday to the doorbell ringing insistently. She barely had time to recall the evening before and feel depressed, before she opened the door to a very agitated Pascal, who had already left the restaurant before the whole incident.
At first she assumed he had come to give her another bollocking, or worse, to sue. To her surprise, he sympathised with her for the insults she had borne and expressed regret at being unable to reverse his partner’s decision to fire her.
“However,” he ended, “that doesn’t mean I can’t be grateful for your help at Le Gourmand.” So saying he handed her a thick wad of Euro notes and left her speechless on her sofa.
As Pascal left he had no idea how he had managed to control himself. Kim was wearing mismatched bra and panties, with the dressing gown that was meant to cover it all lying wide open, her soft fat belly, unrestrained by clothes lay in her lap, resting on her flabby thighs. Her tits bulged out over, under and around the pitifully overworked bra.
She counted out the money, her astonishment mounting as the hundreds grew into thousands, and finally counted 30,000 EUR.
Pinching herself to make sure she was awake, she picked up the phone as though in a trance and called her favourite Chinese delivery restaurant…
She felt as though it couldn’t be true and feared that she would wake to the reality of being broke, so for a week she ate every minute she was awake, stuffing herself till she passed out, sometimes sitting at the kitchen table with her head on her arms if she had eaten so much she couldn’t move.
She never wore more than panties and sometimes a bra i her place, even when the delivery guys (and girls) from the local pizzeria, the fast food places, all the oriental restaurants, the bakeries, who were coming round every day brought her next meal, so they saw her belly bloating more and more each day.
A week after she had received the money, the doorbell rang, and assuming it to be the delivery of a couple of cakes she had ordered, she went to the door in her usual fashion of underwear and opened the door to Pascal.
She tried to cover her belly with her hands and close the door, but he pushed his way in easily and laughed as he plucked her arms open revealing the results of her past week’s gorging.
Laughing, he said “that’s no use, you need much more than your arms to cover this gorgeous belly, what have you been eating my pretty?”
She stared at him in amazement; her arms fell limply to her side. Surely she hadn’t heard right? Gorgeous belly? This fat round black balloon?
“Look at how fat you’ve stuffed your tummy, what a piggy you must have been this past week.”
Before she could respond the doorbell rang again, and he turned quickly, as though angry at the interruption and opened the door to a boy bearing two cakes. With a sudden improvement in mood, he paid the lad and tipped him generously, then turned to her.
Leading her, still in a daze, to the kitchen he sat her down at the table and started to feed her a slice of cake, smiling encouragement at her. The first slice went down in a couple of seconds, as did the second. By then he was rubbing her belly softly, enjoying the feel of her soft blubber, looking at her he marvelled at her soft rounded body, her former frame recognisable under the flab if one really focused… but he preferred to focus on stuffing more and more cake into her gulping mouth.
The first cake soon disappeared, though the second took a bit longer. By the end of it, she was puffing for breath, but he kept on rubbing her belly, now stretched out and bloated, encouraging her to finish with soft words in her ear. Seeing the two empty dishes in front of her, she flopped back in the chair, comatose, incapable of moving, and let out a huge belch as he jiggled her belly.
Pushing her chair sideways, away from the table he dropped to his knees and started caressing her huge distended tummy, licking it, kissing it, nibbling at the folds of fat round her midriff, exploring her deep round belly button with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure dancing down every nerve end in her soft body. His face buried in her flab, he reached up with his hands and stroked her fat breasts, slowly at first, then harder and harder, pinching her nipples as her moans gave way to shouts of pleasure.
Grabbing his head in her hands, her fingers wrapped round his hair she forced his head down till his darting tongue found her soft wetness. Pulling her legs wide apart, her huge belly sank down and he had to slide her forwards on the chair to be able to reach his tongue into her throbbing pussy and suck her out, her soft belly heavy on his head as she came again and again.
Later he led her to the sofa where they lay together, she sleeping off her gorging, his hands constantly moving over her plump body, always finding another roll of flab, enjoying the soft swelling of her curves.
When they finally arose, at his insistence she checked her weight gain over that past week – 5 kg (12 lbs) so she was now a round 87 kg (192 lbs). she then gave him a show, trying to fit into her clothes, which she hadn’t touched since the debacle at the Gourmand a week ago and knew she wouldn’t fit.
In fact, most of her trousers only got halfway up her thighs before tearing at the seams. Her shirts and skirts wouldn’t close over her fat belly, when she sucked her gut in and he forced a skirt shut, the button and zipper burst open as soon as he let go, and her fat black belly cascaded over his hands at which point he had to take her again in the most sensual of sexual ways right there on the carpet.
Over a candlelit dinner she had some doubts to settle so they discussed his preferences in woman size, where she was both shocked and pleasantly surprised to learn that she could easily gain another 75 kg (160lbs) and possibly more in his eyes.
“Now perhaps you see why I called the restaurant Le Gourmand. You do know what it means don’t you?”
“A gourmand is a person who really knows their food no? Like the chefs at work”
“That’s a gourmet. A gourmand is, quite simply, a pig. A glutton.”
He asked what plans she had and she replied that her sister, Kaisha, was expecting to give birth within a couple weeks so she might head up and help out for a while, now that she had some cash to tide her over. He quickly supported the plan and promised to visit her and wait for her return when he could continue feeding her and loving her.
“What will you do there?” he asked.
“Oh not much at first, then after she has the baby I’ll help her feeding and changing nappies you know. In between eating of course. If you think I’m big you should see Kaisha’s gut! Her man likes a woman with some meat on her you know? I always wondered if I’d find one like that. I always gain so much when I’m at them, well now I’m going to really tuck in.”
And he looked at the blossoming love of his life, a growing hardness in his pants as she demolished her dessert and then finished off his...
Last edited by Observer : 06-19-2007 at 08:21 PM.
|06-02-2007, 12:13 PM||#7|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Location: Tulsa, OK
a great continuation of the story. you sped the pace up a bit, which is good. i only wish you would focus a little more attention of the eating sessions. really put some descriptions in there about what she's feeling and how she is changing. but it's an amazing story and a great addition!