~BBW, Romance, ~MWG - The story of woman on her way to her dreams
[Poster's note: This beautiful piece was from the very engaged moderator of the now defunct Fattenup webboards. It was a great place I always liked to visit]
hmmmm...wonder who wrote this?
So, here I am, sitting at the lake as I always do, pondering life, wondering what my next step will be. I'm 31, soon to be 32, young to some, but to me, I feel my life is half over. Each slap of water against the rocks on this cold, mid-January day reminds me of the same New Year's resolution I have made each year for the past 10 years .... to finally give in to my desire to be the woman I have always wanted to be.
I want to be fat.
Well, that's not exactly correct ... I want to be fatter, seeing as I already am considered fat at 5', and 225 pounds. I sit here, right at the same place each year and think about what it would be like to be as fat as my imagination allows. It seems there is always something holding me back, but, I think this is the year I will begin my life as a bigger, rounder, fatter, and more beautiful woman. I vow this to myself, and begin to walk home, feeling liberated - I will do it this time!
One week later.....
I've gained 5 pounds! Five glorious pounds of fat! The pounds seem to have settled right in my belly! That is truly what I have always dreamt of - a huge, fat, round belly! I began feeding myself this week - I went to the supermarket and bought all my favorites and ensured that my belly was stuffed before bed each night. It was a wonderful feeling to go to bed with an overstuffed belly, barely able to make it to the bedroom before I collapsed
in a fat heap on my pillow.
I figured that this was the best way to grow fatter - overeat before bed and let the calories do their magic -- and it proved to be true. Now, five pounds heavier I feel as if I am truly on my way to becoming as fat as I can be. I think I will celebrate with some ice cream and cake before bed this evening!
The next morning.....
The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. - much too early for a growing girl! I hit the snooze button and dreamt of calling in sick to work and eating all day instead .... mmmmm what a lovely thought.
6:00 a.m. and reality strikes - I know I must go in to work and reluctantly pull the covers off - I think to myself how lovely it would be to stay at home and have eating be my job! I sigh to myself, pat my hunger-pained belly and promise to try and make it a reality - "someday all I'll do is sit at home and eat, growing fatter, rounder and lazier by the day."
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and make a beeline for the kitchen - it's amazing how hungry I get in the morning after stuffing myself the night before. I grab a cheese Danish and munch on it on my way to the shower, thinking of how I could stay at home and grow as fat as I wanted and still support myself. At least it was Friday.
Later that day.....
It's been a crazy day - my job as a Travel Agent is usually a bore, but today it's been one problem after another! I finally found the time to sneak out and grab some lunch to bring back to the office with me. Since I had decided
to grow fatter, I also decided it was time to increase my intake during the day as well.
I walked to my favorite deli and chose a 4-cheese submarine sandwich, an extra-large order of french fries, a large cola, and two double-decker brownies for my lunch. The cashier and I knew each other from my frequent visits and commented on what I had bought today.
"Gee Marla, are you eating for two"?, she asked as she winked at me.
"Hm, you could put it that way I suppose", I answered, grinning to myself.
My mouth began to water as I walked back to the office, thinking of all the fattening food I had bought and how it would fill my now growling belly. It seems as each day passes my hunger increases. I also thought of how good it will feel to have an overstuffed belly at work, and wondered if anyone would comment at how much I'm eating - I shivered an erotic chill at the thought.
Now back in my office, with one hand holding a murder mystery, and the other bringing food to my greedy mouth, I reveled as my belly began to feel full. I was so caught up in the moment, I barely noticed my telephone ringing.
Exasperated, I put my book down and caught it on the fourth ring - just before voice mail would pick-up. Trying to quickly swallow my last bite of food, I answered "Marla Hutton".
My secretary informed me that a client was waiting for me. I asked her to please refer the client to another agent, but, apparently he would only deal with me. I asked my secretary to give me a few minutes and I would be out to greet him. I put the receiver down and stared at my desk with astonishment! I had nearly finished all my lunch in a matter of fifteen minutes! The only thing left was half a brownie! No wonder my belly had begun to feel tight and seemed to be constrained at the waist of my pants!
I proudly patted my swollen belly and stuffed the rest of the brownie in my mouth and nearly climaxed as I chewed and swallowed the last bite. Now flushed, I quickly re-applied lipstick, gave my long red hair a quick brush and stood up from my desk. My belly was so full, it felt wonderful.
I walked to my door and poked my head out and smiled at my client. I motioned for him to join me in my office and I turned and returned to my chair - I couldn't think of walking into the reception area with my belly so stuffed. As I sat down my client closed my office door behind him and I offered him a seat.
Now facing across from each other I noticed for the first time it seemed, how truly handsome this man was. As he was talking about a contract he wanted to renew with a hotel, all I could do was stare at his full lips and his beautiful green eyes. I nodded my head in agreement, laughed and smiled when appropriate, all the time thinking of how wonderful it would be to kiss this man.
Not knowing how I did it, I handed him a revised hotel proposal and asked him to call me after he reviewed it. As he stood up he asked me if I had eaten lunch yet. Without thinking I answered no! He then asked me if I would join
him for lunch and I eagerly accepted - not only was this handsome man asking me to lunch - I could really outdo myself on my food intake today!
As Tom (my client) and I walked out of my office, I told my secretary I was going to a meeting and may not be back for the rest of the day - I knew I'd be ready for a nap after a second lunch!
Tom offered to drive us to a cafe he know of in Little Italy that was known to have the best Italian food in all of New York City. I gratefully accepted the offer, thinking to myself that I couldn't bear to walk much further in
the already-full state I was in. Once seated in Tom's, pleasant but small car, I thought to myself that in a year's time I wouldn't be able to fit in this seat, and my belly would probably be large enough to brush the dashboard. The thought aroused me and I concentrated on the challenge of eating another large meal.
Tom and I spoke of business on the way to the cafe, with me secretly thinking of how fat I would become if I ate like this everyday! It was funny to have these private thoughts, knowing that Tom had no idea!
Once we were seated in a secluded booth, I took the opportunity to look at my surroundings. It was a small, but tastefully decorated cafe - sturdy oak tables with booths surrounding them and lots of hanging potted plants in the front window.
As it was nearly 2:00 p.m., we were one of only four couples seated. Satisfied with the quaintness of the cafe, I smiled at Tom and told him the cafe provided a leisurely environment and I was glad I took the rest of the day off.
Tom returned my smile and said he was famished and began to look at his menu. Following suit, I looked at my menu and marveled at all the fattening choices I had - so many calorie-laden dishes to decide from! I decided on ordering everything I wanted, and to not worry about what Tom may think - after all, I was a growing girl and the desire to become the piggie I vowed to be out ruled any hesitation I may have had in the past.
Tom motioned for our waitress and asked her to take my order first and I smiled at his chivalry. I took a deep breath and ordered an appetizer of clams casino, Caesar salad, and mozzarella garlic bread and chose fettucini Alfredo with shrimp scampi for my entre. I had forgotten to order a beverage and decided on a cola - I knew pasta made me sleepy and didn't want to add to it with alcohol. Tom placed his order - a Caesar salad and garlic toast with a glass of wine. As the waitress disappeared into the kitchen I blushed at the meager lunch Tom had ordered in comparison to mine.
Tom stared into my eyes and said he had a question for me. My heart began to race as I knew the question wasn't business related - his tone alluded seduction and I was already a bit flustered that I had ordered so much food.
"So, Marla, tell me, did you already have lunch today"? he asked as he rested his chin in his hand.
I replied, "I already told you that I hadn't, why are you asking me again"?
"Well, your secretary had me wait for you in the office because she said you were finishing your lunch - was that a lie"?
I sighed, looked down at the table and answered an almost inaudible "no". I was so ashamed, and frightened that Tom may think ill of me I didn't notice that he was grinning and was chuckling lightly to himself. I looked up to meet his eyes and was speechless...I mumbled an apology and he continued to chuckle. Finally I asked what was so amusing.
"You are" he replied. Not knowing what to say, I waited for further explanation.
"I admire a woman with an appetite, and especially one as beautiful as you, and, I'm not laughing at you, seeing you try to hide your love of food is very attractive to me, and it makes me smile", said Tom.
"Are you saying you knew all this time that I'd already had lunch and didn't say a word, letting me order all that food and embarrass myself"? I replied in a slightly-raised voice.
Tom grabbed my right hand that was resting on the table, gave it a small squeeze and held it there, gently running his thumb back and forth over mine, all the while smiling at me and staring into my eyes. We sat like that for what seemed an eternity until my appetizers came. As if broken from a spell I pulled my hand from Tom's and stared at all the food being set in front of me, now a bit nervous knowing my secret was out.
I sat and looked at my food without making any move to eat it, my eyes were focused on my salad and I seemed hypnotized, not knowing what to do or say.
"Aren't you going to eat?", asked Tom. With his question, I snapped out of my haze and heard myself answering yes, and began eating my salad, nearly forgetting how full I already felt. Barely stopping to take a sip of soda, I sat there and ate, not saying a word as Tom watched.
I was too nervous to look up at him, had I done that, I would have seen a man full of adoration and awe - he too was motionless, seemingly fixated at watching my fork travel from the food to my mouth. Before I knew it I had moved on to the clams and bread, bite after bite of food, I had forgotten he was there and ate with a fervor like never before.
I reminded myself how much rounder and fatter I wanted to become and concentrated on eating everything in front of me. Before long, I realized there was only one piece of bread left, as I reached for it, Tom snatched it away! I finally let my gaze meet his and we sat there staring at one another for a few moments.
Tom looked at me lustily and said "Allow me."
He brought the bread to my lips - he wanted to feed me! Not moving my eyes from his, I gingerly took a bite from the piece of bread he was holding and sat back and chewed.
"Oh, I know you can do better than that", said, Tom. "I've been watching you eat, I know you can take a bigger bite than that - let's try again."
And, with that I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Tom stuffed the remaining bread in. My mouth was so full I could barely chew, but, I didn't allow my gaze to break from his beautiful eyes. Something was happening that I had never experienced before - my mind was racing with thoughts of being fattened by someone like Tom and I wondered if this is was the beginning of my dream to stay home and eat - and grow as fat as I wanted!
Once again, our gazes were interrupted by our waitress, asking me if I was finished. There wasn't anything left! I looked up at her and said yes and she raised her eyebrow, as if to indicate her disapproval of my consumption.
I enjoyed feeling slightly embarrassed by how much I could eat - it was an accomplishment for me. I wanted to stretch my belly as much as possible - I needed to make room to increase my capacity for food if I wanted to get
fatter. The waitress said our entrees would be out shortly and my heart jumped thinking of the pleasure I would have eating even more food in Tom's presence.
I suddenly realized that my pants were straining more than ever to stay buttoned over my very swollen belly. I discreetly unbuttoned them underneath the table and let my belly pop out a bit underneath my blouse - ah, that felt better! Now I felt I could eat my entre and follow it with the most fattening dessert on the menu - I didn't know what exactly was going on, but I decided to enjoy it, whatever it was!
Entrees in front of us, we silently ate for a few minutes. The pasta tasted wonderful - complimenting the butter-smothered shrimp - I was in heaven. I had to stop every few bites to take a breath and relax - I was fuller than I could ever remember, but I wanted to finish everything that was put in front of me today - it seemed the challenge of the day.
Suddenly Tom stopped eating his salad and began to stare at me again. Feeling his eyes, I looked up as I was chewing. Tom reached over to dab a spot on my chin where a speckle of butter had landed and smiled at me. I swallowed and returned his smile and placed my fork down and sighed.
"Don't tell me you're finished already"!, said Tom. I smiled smugly and didn't say a word, instead I propped my chin in my hands and kept smiling.
"What exactly is going on here", I asked. "You seem to be enjoying watching me eat more than enjoying your own lunch."
"Well", Tom replied, I suppose it's time I divulged my secret seeing as I found your's out -- or at least one of yours. I have always been attracted to larger women.....very large....I guess some would say very, very fat women. And, I have always loved to watch a fat woman eat - especially those who don't worry about dieting. I must admit Marla, you are someone I have admired from afar for a long time now, and I finally had the courage to ask you out today and watching you eat has been so lovely for me".
I started to interrupt, but he wasn't finished.
"Let me explain", said Tom. "Watching you enjoy every bite of your food today has been incredible, and, knowing that you had already eaten lunch and are now overeating is even lovelier. You will certainly gain a pound -- maybe two from what you have consumed today and that, my dear, is the loveliest part of all"!
I sat back, somewhat astonished at what I had just heard. This man not only loved fat women, he loved fat women that were getting fatter! I had known there would be someone to share this with eventually, but to meet someone so soon after I had begun to consciously gain was exhilarating!
I finally replied, "Well, Tom, you found me out". "I may as well just tell you the truth".
I took a deep breath and told Tom of my desire to be as fat as I wanted and that there was nothing I'd love more than to stay at home and eat and grow fatter. I also told him that this was a New Year's resolution of sorts and that I had finally decided to go for it, and today was the first day I had ever eaten this much, and that I was enjoying every fattening moment.
"Well then," said Tom, "I think I should help you along then."
Tom moved from his seat and sat next to me, putting one arm loosely around my shoulder across the booth and the other underneath the table. I turned my head to look at him and we shared a knowing glance. I could feel his hand trying to find the button on my pants - his expression changed from curiosity to pleasure as he felt that I had already unbuttoned my pants and my belly was now protruding underneath my blouse.
"Mmmmm", Tom sighed as he began to lightly rub and pat my belly at it's fattest area - just above my belly button - this had always been an erogenous zone for me.
"Doesn't that feel better"?, he asked. I shivered and sighed in delight as I became aroused.
"Oh yes it does", I replied.
"Will you help me finish my lunch Tom"?, I coyly asked.
"Of course Marla, and dessert as well", he replied. I began eating again, still taking short breaks every few bites or so. I'd sigh and close my eyes for a moment, feeling my belly distend and grow tighter, all the while Tom continued to rub, caress and pat my belly, softly moaning his pleasure into my ear. I finally finished my pasta and shrimp, placed my fork down, and sighed deeply.
"That's it, take a break you deserve it", said Tom. I suddenly realized that we were being watched by a couple a few booths across from us. I met their stare and they quickly looked away. "Oh, Tom, they were watching me eat"!
"Yes I know Marla, they probably think you're such a piggie", said Tom.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Mmmmmmm! please call me a piggie again Tom!"
Tom lustily laughed and whispered in my ear "You're a big, round fat piggie Marla and everyone is watching you eat, they're thinking what I'm thinking, that you're so fat already that you hardly need to eat more, but yet you do, because you're such a big fat pig."
I thought I would climax right then and there in the booth. I was beside myself with desire. This man seemed to know all my buttons and how to push them - it was a moment I will never forget.
[Poster's note: This beautiful piece was from the very engaged moderator of the now defunct Fattenup webboards. It was a great place I always liked to visit]
Life as a FAT woman
by Roundonetoo
by Roundonetoo
hmmmm...wonder who wrote this?
So, here I am, sitting at the lake as I always do, pondering life, wondering what my next step will be. I'm 31, soon to be 32, young to some, but to me, I feel my life is half over. Each slap of water against the rocks on this cold, mid-January day reminds me of the same New Year's resolution I have made each year for the past 10 years .... to finally give in to my desire to be the woman I have always wanted to be.
I want to be fat.
Well, that's not exactly correct ... I want to be fatter, seeing as I already am considered fat at 5', and 225 pounds. I sit here, right at the same place each year and think about what it would be like to be as fat as my imagination allows. It seems there is always something holding me back, but, I think this is the year I will begin my life as a bigger, rounder, fatter, and more beautiful woman. I vow this to myself, and begin to walk home, feeling liberated - I will do it this time!
One week later.....
I've gained 5 pounds! Five glorious pounds of fat! The pounds seem to have settled right in my belly! That is truly what I have always dreamt of - a huge, fat, round belly! I began feeding myself this week - I went to the supermarket and bought all my favorites and ensured that my belly was stuffed before bed each night. It was a wonderful feeling to go to bed with an overstuffed belly, barely able to make it to the bedroom before I collapsed
in a fat heap on my pillow.
I figured that this was the best way to grow fatter - overeat before bed and let the calories do their magic -- and it proved to be true. Now, five pounds heavier I feel as if I am truly on my way to becoming as fat as I can be. I think I will celebrate with some ice cream and cake before bed this evening!
The next morning.....
The alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. - much too early for a growing girl! I hit the snooze button and dreamt of calling in sick to work and eating all day instead .... mmmmm what a lovely thought.
6:00 a.m. and reality strikes - I know I must go in to work and reluctantly pull the covers off - I think to myself how lovely it would be to stay at home and have eating be my job! I sigh to myself, pat my hunger-pained belly and promise to try and make it a reality - "someday all I'll do is sit at home and eat, growing fatter, rounder and lazier by the day."
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and make a beeline for the kitchen - it's amazing how hungry I get in the morning after stuffing myself the night before. I grab a cheese Danish and munch on it on my way to the shower, thinking of how I could stay at home and grow as fat as I wanted and still support myself. At least it was Friday.
Later that day.....
It's been a crazy day - my job as a Travel Agent is usually a bore, but today it's been one problem after another! I finally found the time to sneak out and grab some lunch to bring back to the office with me. Since I had decided
to grow fatter, I also decided it was time to increase my intake during the day as well.
I walked to my favorite deli and chose a 4-cheese submarine sandwich, an extra-large order of french fries, a large cola, and two double-decker brownies for my lunch. The cashier and I knew each other from my frequent visits and commented on what I had bought today.
"Gee Marla, are you eating for two"?, she asked as she winked at me.
"Hm, you could put it that way I suppose", I answered, grinning to myself.
My mouth began to water as I walked back to the office, thinking of all the fattening food I had bought and how it would fill my now growling belly. It seems as each day passes my hunger increases. I also thought of how good it will feel to have an overstuffed belly at work, and wondered if anyone would comment at how much I'm eating - I shivered an erotic chill at the thought.
Now back in my office, with one hand holding a murder mystery, and the other bringing food to my greedy mouth, I reveled as my belly began to feel full. I was so caught up in the moment, I barely noticed my telephone ringing.
Exasperated, I put my book down and caught it on the fourth ring - just before voice mail would pick-up. Trying to quickly swallow my last bite of food, I answered "Marla Hutton".
My secretary informed me that a client was waiting for me. I asked her to please refer the client to another agent, but, apparently he would only deal with me. I asked my secretary to give me a few minutes and I would be out to greet him. I put the receiver down and stared at my desk with astonishment! I had nearly finished all my lunch in a matter of fifteen minutes! The only thing left was half a brownie! No wonder my belly had begun to feel tight and seemed to be constrained at the waist of my pants!
I proudly patted my swollen belly and stuffed the rest of the brownie in my mouth and nearly climaxed as I chewed and swallowed the last bite. Now flushed, I quickly re-applied lipstick, gave my long red hair a quick brush and stood up from my desk. My belly was so full, it felt wonderful.
I walked to my door and poked my head out and smiled at my client. I motioned for him to join me in my office and I turned and returned to my chair - I couldn't think of walking into the reception area with my belly so stuffed. As I sat down my client closed my office door behind him and I offered him a seat.
Now facing across from each other I noticed for the first time it seemed, how truly handsome this man was. As he was talking about a contract he wanted to renew with a hotel, all I could do was stare at his full lips and his beautiful green eyes. I nodded my head in agreement, laughed and smiled when appropriate, all the time thinking of how wonderful it would be to kiss this man.
Not knowing how I did it, I handed him a revised hotel proposal and asked him to call me after he reviewed it. As he stood up he asked me if I had eaten lunch yet. Without thinking I answered no! He then asked me if I would join
him for lunch and I eagerly accepted - not only was this handsome man asking me to lunch - I could really outdo myself on my food intake today!
As Tom (my client) and I walked out of my office, I told my secretary I was going to a meeting and may not be back for the rest of the day - I knew I'd be ready for a nap after a second lunch!
Tom offered to drive us to a cafe he know of in Little Italy that was known to have the best Italian food in all of New York City. I gratefully accepted the offer, thinking to myself that I couldn't bear to walk much further in
the already-full state I was in. Once seated in Tom's, pleasant but small car, I thought to myself that in a year's time I wouldn't be able to fit in this seat, and my belly would probably be large enough to brush the dashboard. The thought aroused me and I concentrated on the challenge of eating another large meal.
Tom and I spoke of business on the way to the cafe, with me secretly thinking of how fat I would become if I ate like this everyday! It was funny to have these private thoughts, knowing that Tom had no idea!
Once we were seated in a secluded booth, I took the opportunity to look at my surroundings. It was a small, but tastefully decorated cafe - sturdy oak tables with booths surrounding them and lots of hanging potted plants in the front window.
As it was nearly 2:00 p.m., we were one of only four couples seated. Satisfied with the quaintness of the cafe, I smiled at Tom and told him the cafe provided a leisurely environment and I was glad I took the rest of the day off.
Tom returned my smile and said he was famished and began to look at his menu. Following suit, I looked at my menu and marveled at all the fattening choices I had - so many calorie-laden dishes to decide from! I decided on ordering everything I wanted, and to not worry about what Tom may think - after all, I was a growing girl and the desire to become the piggie I vowed to be out ruled any hesitation I may have had in the past.
Tom motioned for our waitress and asked her to take my order first and I smiled at his chivalry. I took a deep breath and ordered an appetizer of clams casino, Caesar salad, and mozzarella garlic bread and chose fettucini Alfredo with shrimp scampi for my entre. I had forgotten to order a beverage and decided on a cola - I knew pasta made me sleepy and didn't want to add to it with alcohol. Tom placed his order - a Caesar salad and garlic toast with a glass of wine. As the waitress disappeared into the kitchen I blushed at the meager lunch Tom had ordered in comparison to mine.
Tom stared into my eyes and said he had a question for me. My heart began to race as I knew the question wasn't business related - his tone alluded seduction and I was already a bit flustered that I had ordered so much food.
"So, Marla, tell me, did you already have lunch today"? he asked as he rested his chin in his hand.
I replied, "I already told you that I hadn't, why are you asking me again"?
"Well, your secretary had me wait for you in the office because she said you were finishing your lunch - was that a lie"?
I sighed, looked down at the table and answered an almost inaudible "no". I was so ashamed, and frightened that Tom may think ill of me I didn't notice that he was grinning and was chuckling lightly to himself. I looked up to meet his eyes and was speechless...I mumbled an apology and he continued to chuckle. Finally I asked what was so amusing.
"You are" he replied. Not knowing what to say, I waited for further explanation.
"I admire a woman with an appetite, and especially one as beautiful as you, and, I'm not laughing at you, seeing you try to hide your love of food is very attractive to me, and it makes me smile", said Tom.
"Are you saying you knew all this time that I'd already had lunch and didn't say a word, letting me order all that food and embarrass myself"? I replied in a slightly-raised voice.
Tom grabbed my right hand that was resting on the table, gave it a small squeeze and held it there, gently running his thumb back and forth over mine, all the while smiling at me and staring into my eyes. We sat like that for what seemed an eternity until my appetizers came. As if broken from a spell I pulled my hand from Tom's and stared at all the food being set in front of me, now a bit nervous knowing my secret was out.
I sat and looked at my food without making any move to eat it, my eyes were focused on my salad and I seemed hypnotized, not knowing what to do or say.
"Aren't you going to eat?", asked Tom. With his question, I snapped out of my haze and heard myself answering yes, and began eating my salad, nearly forgetting how full I already felt. Barely stopping to take a sip of soda, I sat there and ate, not saying a word as Tom watched.
I was too nervous to look up at him, had I done that, I would have seen a man full of adoration and awe - he too was motionless, seemingly fixated at watching my fork travel from the food to my mouth. Before I knew it I had moved on to the clams and bread, bite after bite of food, I had forgotten he was there and ate with a fervor like never before.
I reminded myself how much rounder and fatter I wanted to become and concentrated on eating everything in front of me. Before long, I realized there was only one piece of bread left, as I reached for it, Tom snatched it away! I finally let my gaze meet his and we sat there staring at one another for a few moments.
Tom looked at me lustily and said "Allow me."
He brought the bread to my lips - he wanted to feed me! Not moving my eyes from his, I gingerly took a bite from the piece of bread he was holding and sat back and chewed.
"Oh, I know you can do better than that", said, Tom. "I've been watching you eat, I know you can take a bigger bite than that - let's try again."
And, with that I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Tom stuffed the remaining bread in. My mouth was so full I could barely chew, but, I didn't allow my gaze to break from his beautiful eyes. Something was happening that I had never experienced before - my mind was racing with thoughts of being fattened by someone like Tom and I wondered if this is was the beginning of my dream to stay home and eat - and grow as fat as I wanted!
Once again, our gazes were interrupted by our waitress, asking me if I was finished. There wasn't anything left! I looked up at her and said yes and she raised her eyebrow, as if to indicate her disapproval of my consumption.
I enjoyed feeling slightly embarrassed by how much I could eat - it was an accomplishment for me. I wanted to stretch my belly as much as possible - I needed to make room to increase my capacity for food if I wanted to get
fatter. The waitress said our entrees would be out shortly and my heart jumped thinking of the pleasure I would have eating even more food in Tom's presence.
I suddenly realized that my pants were straining more than ever to stay buttoned over my very swollen belly. I discreetly unbuttoned them underneath the table and let my belly pop out a bit underneath my blouse - ah, that felt better! Now I felt I could eat my entre and follow it with the most fattening dessert on the menu - I didn't know what exactly was going on, but I decided to enjoy it, whatever it was!
Entrees in front of us, we silently ate for a few minutes. The pasta tasted wonderful - complimenting the butter-smothered shrimp - I was in heaven. I had to stop every few bites to take a breath and relax - I was fuller than I could ever remember, but I wanted to finish everything that was put in front of me today - it seemed the challenge of the day.
Suddenly Tom stopped eating his salad and began to stare at me again. Feeling his eyes, I looked up as I was chewing. Tom reached over to dab a spot on my chin where a speckle of butter had landed and smiled at me. I swallowed and returned his smile and placed my fork down and sighed.
"Don't tell me you're finished already"!, said Tom. I smiled smugly and didn't say a word, instead I propped my chin in my hands and kept smiling.
"What exactly is going on here", I asked. "You seem to be enjoying watching me eat more than enjoying your own lunch."
"Well", Tom replied, I suppose it's time I divulged my secret seeing as I found your's out -- or at least one of yours. I have always been attracted to larger women.....very large....I guess some would say very, very fat women. And, I have always loved to watch a fat woman eat - especially those who don't worry about dieting. I must admit Marla, you are someone I have admired from afar for a long time now, and I finally had the courage to ask you out today and watching you eat has been so lovely for me".
I started to interrupt, but he wasn't finished.
"Let me explain", said Tom. "Watching you enjoy every bite of your food today has been incredible, and, knowing that you had already eaten lunch and are now overeating is even lovelier. You will certainly gain a pound -- maybe two from what you have consumed today and that, my dear, is the loveliest part of all"!
I sat back, somewhat astonished at what I had just heard. This man not only loved fat women, he loved fat women that were getting fatter! I had known there would be someone to share this with eventually, but to meet someone so soon after I had begun to consciously gain was exhilarating!
I finally replied, "Well, Tom, you found me out". "I may as well just tell you the truth".
I took a deep breath and told Tom of my desire to be as fat as I wanted and that there was nothing I'd love more than to stay at home and eat and grow fatter. I also told him that this was a New Year's resolution of sorts and that I had finally decided to go for it, and today was the first day I had ever eaten this much, and that I was enjoying every fattening moment.
"Well then," said Tom, "I think I should help you along then."
Tom moved from his seat and sat next to me, putting one arm loosely around my shoulder across the booth and the other underneath the table. I turned my head to look at him and we shared a knowing glance. I could feel his hand trying to find the button on my pants - his expression changed from curiosity to pleasure as he felt that I had already unbuttoned my pants and my belly was now protruding underneath my blouse.
"Mmmmm", Tom sighed as he began to lightly rub and pat my belly at it's fattest area - just above my belly button - this had always been an erogenous zone for me.
"Doesn't that feel better"?, he asked. I shivered and sighed in delight as I became aroused.
"Oh yes it does", I replied.
"Will you help me finish my lunch Tom"?, I coyly asked.
"Of course Marla, and dessert as well", he replied. I began eating again, still taking short breaks every few bites or so. I'd sigh and close my eyes for a moment, feeling my belly distend and grow tighter, all the while Tom continued to rub, caress and pat my belly, softly moaning his pleasure into my ear. I finally finished my pasta and shrimp, placed my fork down, and sighed deeply.
"That's it, take a break you deserve it", said Tom. I suddenly realized that we were being watched by a couple a few booths across from us. I met their stare and they quickly looked away. "Oh, Tom, they were watching me eat"!
"Yes I know Marla, they probably think you're such a piggie", said Tom.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Mmmmmmm! please call me a piggie again Tom!"
Tom lustily laughed and whispered in my ear "You're a big, round fat piggie Marla and everyone is watching you eat, they're thinking what I'm thinking, that you're so fat already that you hardly need to eat more, but yet you do, because you're such a big fat pig."
I thought I would climax right then and there in the booth. I was beside myself with desire. This man seemed to know all my buttons and how to push them - it was a moment I will never forget.
