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Both, Dining, WG: Visiting Mom used to be a chore because the woman was such a lousy cook. Not any more . . .
Oh, no, Dan groaned. Do we have to go to your mothers? Dan despised Julies mother. She was skeletally thin and deeply tanned. Worse, she was critical and openly condescending.
Worst of all in Dans book was that she was terrible at cooking. She couldnt cook at all, in fact, but she had a long list of nearby restaurants that allowed curbside take-out food. A lot more restaurants were doing that these days. Julies mom could serve up a three-course meal that had all the appearance of homemade but that still tasted thawed and over-processed. No wonder she was so thin.
You know we do, honey, Julie said, already heading for the car. Dan had no choice but to follow.
When they got to Julies mother and stepfathers house, though, Dan was pleasantly surprised. The dinner table was loaded with good home-made food, not a takeout box in sight. I hired a cook, Shirley said, beaming. Now I wont have to do all the cooking myself - so boring!
Cripes, thought Dan. You cant even boil water. He didnt say anything, though, because the food was so good. Dan and Julie took their places at the table, and everyone started passing serving dishes around. Dan was starving. He heaped his plate with some of everything. There was enough food on his plate for several meals. Shirley strained to make conversation, but there was nothing to say.
Dan didnt care. He was busy eating. Having cleaned his huge plateful, he went back for more. He ate and ate and ate. The waistband of his jeans started slicing into his steadily expanding waistline. Julie, too, was chowing down as if there were no tomorrow. Seconds, thirds, and finally Dan had to confess that he could eat no more.
His belly, packed to capacity, was stretched tight as a drum. Julie, too, was slowing down. Her face was red and she was sweating a little. Shirley passed around a coconut cake, Dans favorite. He was stuffed and aching. Still, he didnt want to offend Shirleys new cook, so he took a slice, a bigger slice than he had planned to take. Slowly, deliberately, he chewed, letting each sugary bite dissolve on his tongue. Time slowed down. All he could think about was eating. Dimly, his head swimming, he noticed people getting up.
Weve got to run, Mom, Julie was saying. Hate to eat and run, but weve got tons of stuff to do before the moving men come.
Slowly Dan levered himself to his feet, gripping the table for balance. His bloated belly ballooned out in front of him, the waistband holding it in and straining with the effort. It seemed to take forever to waddle out to the car. Dave got in and had to slide the seat back. He reclined the seat so his stomach wouldnt hurt so much. The minute they were out of the driveway, Dan looked over at Julie.
Ah, gosh, he moaned, If I ate another bite Id pop. As he spoke, the button on his pants popped off and ricocheted off the steering wheel. Dan took a deep breath (as deep as he could) and the zipper slid down.
Me too, admitted Julie. She clutched her hugely bloated stomach, rubbing her hand over the taut, distended flesh. She stifled a burp. Im about to burst. Her stomach swelled roundly with each shallow breath.
Safely home, they waddled into the living room and thumped into chairs, staring half-asleep into space. Gaah, I ate too much, Dan said. Ive never been so (hic!) full in my life. Julie grunted. My poor stomachs as tight as a drum, Dan continued. I bet its so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.
Julie blinked. Hey, Ive got a quarter, she said. She heaved herself up and staggered over to Dan. Take a deep breath, she said. Dan did and Julie dropped the quarter. It bounced off of Dans bloated belly and Julie caught it. Stuffed as she was, she missed and lost her balance. Her stomach bounced against Dans as if they were beach balls. Hey, Dan said, startled, but as she got up he pulled her back down. I could use a little bedroom exercise. What do you say?
No, Julie protested. Im so full I cant move. Dan would not be dissuaded and led her to the bedroom.
Afterward, Dan said sleepily, I never knew this could be so much fun. His eyes brightened. What if we just kept eating? Id love to see you bigger.
You would? Julie said. Guess what, Id love to see you bigger too. She rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen.
They soon developed a routine. Every evening Julie would cook a huge meal, and she and Dan would ate until they couldnt hold any more, their stomachs swelling, rounded and stretched tight. Dans midsection got so big he had trouble reaching the food. Eventually, after Julie got so big she couldnt reach things either; they hired Samantha, a professional feeder, to help them. Week after week, the scale numbers would climb. After a year, both had gained so much weight that they really couldnt get out of bed. Samantha and her assistant, Damon, would give them sponge baths and help them sit up. Dan had ballooned from 175 pounds to 320, aiming for 500. Julie had swelled from 135 pounds to 190 on her way to 300.
To this day, they are still being fed and still getting bigger. And they visit Julies mother every weekend.
Mom's New Cook
By Big Beautiful Dreamer
By Big Beautiful Dreamer
Oh, no, Dan groaned. Do we have to go to your mothers? Dan despised Julies mother. She was skeletally thin and deeply tanned. Worse, she was critical and openly condescending.
Worst of all in Dans book was that she was terrible at cooking. She couldnt cook at all, in fact, but she had a long list of nearby restaurants that allowed curbside take-out food. A lot more restaurants were doing that these days. Julies mom could serve up a three-course meal that had all the appearance of homemade but that still tasted thawed and over-processed. No wonder she was so thin.
You know we do, honey, Julie said, already heading for the car. Dan had no choice but to follow.
When they got to Julies mother and stepfathers house, though, Dan was pleasantly surprised. The dinner table was loaded with good home-made food, not a takeout box in sight. I hired a cook, Shirley said, beaming. Now I wont have to do all the cooking myself - so boring!
Cripes, thought Dan. You cant even boil water. He didnt say anything, though, because the food was so good. Dan and Julie took their places at the table, and everyone started passing serving dishes around. Dan was starving. He heaped his plate with some of everything. There was enough food on his plate for several meals. Shirley strained to make conversation, but there was nothing to say.
Dan didnt care. He was busy eating. Having cleaned his huge plateful, he went back for more. He ate and ate and ate. The waistband of his jeans started slicing into his steadily expanding waistline. Julie, too, was chowing down as if there were no tomorrow. Seconds, thirds, and finally Dan had to confess that he could eat no more.
His belly, packed to capacity, was stretched tight as a drum. Julie, too, was slowing down. Her face was red and she was sweating a little. Shirley passed around a coconut cake, Dans favorite. He was stuffed and aching. Still, he didnt want to offend Shirleys new cook, so he took a slice, a bigger slice than he had planned to take. Slowly, deliberately, he chewed, letting each sugary bite dissolve on his tongue. Time slowed down. All he could think about was eating. Dimly, his head swimming, he noticed people getting up.
Weve got to run, Mom, Julie was saying. Hate to eat and run, but weve got tons of stuff to do before the moving men come.
Slowly Dan levered himself to his feet, gripping the table for balance. His bloated belly ballooned out in front of him, the waistband holding it in and straining with the effort. It seemed to take forever to waddle out to the car. Dave got in and had to slide the seat back. He reclined the seat so his stomach wouldnt hurt so much. The minute they were out of the driveway, Dan looked over at Julie.
Ah, gosh, he moaned, If I ate another bite Id pop. As he spoke, the button on his pants popped off and ricocheted off the steering wheel. Dan took a deep breath (as deep as he could) and the zipper slid down.
Me too, admitted Julie. She clutched her hugely bloated stomach, rubbing her hand over the taut, distended flesh. She stifled a burp. Im about to burst. Her stomach swelled roundly with each shallow breath.
Safely home, they waddled into the living room and thumped into chairs, staring half-asleep into space. Gaah, I ate too much, Dan said. Ive never been so (hic!) full in my life. Julie grunted. My poor stomachs as tight as a drum, Dan continued. I bet its so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.
Julie blinked. Hey, Ive got a quarter, she said. She heaved herself up and staggered over to Dan. Take a deep breath, she said. Dan did and Julie dropped the quarter. It bounced off of Dans bloated belly and Julie caught it. Stuffed as she was, she missed and lost her balance. Her stomach bounced against Dans as if they were beach balls. Hey, Dan said, startled, but as she got up he pulled her back down. I could use a little bedroom exercise. What do you say?
No, Julie protested. Im so full I cant move. Dan would not be dissuaded and led her to the bedroom.
Afterward, Dan said sleepily, I never knew this could be so much fun. His eyes brightened. What if we just kept eating? Id love to see you bigger.
You would? Julie said. Guess what, Id love to see you bigger too. She rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen.
They soon developed a routine. Every evening Julie would cook a huge meal, and she and Dan would ate until they couldnt hold any more, their stomachs swelling, rounded and stretched tight. Dans midsection got so big he had trouble reaching the food. Eventually, after Julie got so big she couldnt reach things either; they hired Samantha, a professional feeder, to help them. Week after week, the scale numbers would climb. After a year, both had gained so much weight that they really couldnt get out of bed. Samantha and her assistant, Damon, would give them sponge baths and help them sit up. Dan had ballooned from 175 pounds to 320, aiming for 500. Julie had swelled from 135 pounds to 190 on her way to 300.
To this day, they are still being fed and still getting bigger. And they visit Julies mother every weekend.
