BBW Paul's Dilemma- (~BBW, ~XWG, STUFFING, ~SEX, TEASING)

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  1. Jul 22, 2019 #21

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    Chapter 3- Too Good to Be True

    “Fat admirer.” Paul frankly answered.

    “How is a feeder different from all the shit you just said?” Emma asked trying to make sense of everything Paul was dumping on her.

    “Umm.. I’ll try to keep it simple. Feeders want to feed their partners and kinda get joy in watching their partners eat and grow fatter.” Paul began, as he tried to dumb down these terms for someone who was an outsider to the fetish, “Feedees want to be fed. Gainers find their pleasure in getting fat. Fat admirers are not as interested in the change from fit to fat as feeders are but prefer to, more generally, bask in the beauty of BBWs and SSBBWs.”

    “BBW? SSBBWs?” Emma echoed wanting definitions.

    “Big beautiful women and supersize big beautiful women..” Paul revealed, as Emma’s face seemed a little grossed out by his response. He decided to go all in and just lay everything out there, “And beyond those, there’s stomach play, squashing, inflation..”

    “Stop. This is too much.” Emma raised her hands and signaled for Paul to stop, “How long have you liked this stuff?”

    “As long as I can remember really. When I was two or three, I used to draw bears with large stomachs. When I was four or five I was drawing people with big bellies. Growing up I was really interested in movies involving fat characters or characters getting fat, like the scene in Mean Girls where Regina George is fattened up and called a fatass at the lunch table.”

    “That’s attractive to you?” Emma raised an eyebrow, while she recalled the scene in her mind.

    “Well.. yeah.” Paul admitted, as he elaborated, “Look. I feel like I was born like this, attracted to fat people. I’ve wondered why I’m like this because it is not super normal I guess.. but I love it.”

    “Why?” Emma desperately wanted to know. She wanted this to make sense. She could tell Paul wasn’t a bad person. She knew in her heart that he wasn’t going to hurt Claire. She just wanted to understand why he had this weird attraction.

    “The thought of seeing a girl let herself go just gets me.” Paul shrugged, as his tone became very sincere, “But the thought of a girl letting herself go because of what I’m feeding her.. That’s like a drug. I’m addicted to the scenario. Especially if the girl would be into it too.”

    “Why would any girl be into that?” Emma judgmentally burst, as she regretted the tone of her voice, but couldn’t exactly control her guttural reaction to this stuff.

    “Think about it almost like an addictive drug. It’s that kind of way feedees feel about being fed.” Paul explained, as Emma watched the enthusiasm with which he described it with a perplexed awe. Looking at Emma’s plate, he was surprised to see there was only one pancake left. In their heated words, he hadn’t noticed she’d continued to eat the whole time. Still, one pancake would be enough to make his point. He grabbed the remaining pancake and rolled it up as Emma had done. Emma observed him silently, it was like she’d lost her voice for a moment as she continued to intently watch and listen.
     
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  2. Jul 22, 2019 #22

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    Chapter 3- Too Good to Be True

    “Imagine you have an insatiable lust for food. A desire and addiction to everything that tastes amazing. It controls you. It puts you at the mercy of your feeder. The one who feeds you. The only one who can satisfy your lust.” Paul described, as Emma’s face betrayed the complete attention she was giving to Paul. He began slowly pouring some syrup onto the plate that lay on her lap. As he began slowly using the pancake to stir around the syrup on her plate, for her it was like seeing roadkill on the highway, she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She wanted to stop listening, but she couldn’t. She was.. transfixed.

    “Your feeder has complete control over what you eat, how you eat, how much weight you gain.” Paul spoke in a more endearing manner; she could tell how much this meant to him. His stirring sped up ever so slightly.

    “You are under his total submission.” Paul firmly voiced, as his eyes pierced Emma’s and she felt a rye tingle run down the back of her neck. He was in her personal space with whatever shenanigans he was trying to pull with the pancake. She wanted to nudge him away, but she was getting absorbed into his rich description. It was like the image in the puzzle was slowly taking shape for her.

    “In the back of your mind you hate the idea of losing control of your weight. You’ve been told your whole life being a glutton and getting fatter is undesirable. Yet, you can’t deny what you truly crave. The insatiable freedom that comes from submitting 100 percent to your feeder’s desires.” Paul confidently voiced, as his message made it to Emma. She was getting the idea. She felt she understood the appeal now, but Paul didn’t stop.

    “You’re worries? Your burdens? Gone. Your feeder is taking care of you now. Any weight he takes off your shoulders, he adds to your growing belly.” Paul punctuated with a momentary poke to Emma’s bloated breakfast-gut she had going on. Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and surprise as the force of his finger against her firmly packed stomach, and gentle release, produced an odd feeling in her.

    “The more power you give him over you, the freer you feel and the fatter you’ll get.” Paul almost seemed to vow, as Emma sensed his demeanor change. It was like she wasn’t talking to the same person anymore. The guy sitting in front of her now didn’t sound unsure of himself or embarrassed for his preferences. He sounded in control. She wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary for him to continue. She got the idea. But it was like her voice had left her body. She was helplessly waiting to see what he’d say next, to see what he’d do next.

    “You love how he adores your figure as it grows softer and jigglier with every passing moment he has you stuffing your face.” Paul continued, as Emma felt something besides the uncomfortable pressure in her gut. A tingle somewhere.

    “He loves every extra pound, every extra inch you add to your belly. The rounder and wider you get, the happier your feeder is with you.” Paul loquaciously described, while Emma remained almost mesmerized by his words. Her eyes perked up in surprise, as he lifted the now soggy syrupy-saturated chocolate chip pancake up toward her face and began swaying it side to side like one might do if they were teasing a pet.

    “You’ll never stop gaining because he’ll never stop giving you what you want. More attention. More love. More food. And even when you’ve reached your limit and you don’t think another morsel of food could fit in your full stomach..” Paul emphasized with another sneaky poke to Emma’s stuffed tummy. Her eyes had been distracted by the pancake he was dangling in front of her. As they looked downward to see his hand pressing into her exposed navel, Paul finished his thought.

    “He’ll make you eat one more bite. And you’ll love him for it.” Paul told her, as he levied the pancake into Emma’s unattentively open mouth, and she hummed in surprise. Her eyes widened with shock, as she felt an odd confluence of emotions. She felt a jolt of surprise throughout her body that was multiplied by the fact she hadn’t seen it coming, her eyes had been on the way Paul’s finger had pinned her stomach. She was embarrassed Paul had pointed out her little food baby so brazenly like that. Yet, the way he was talking, and the way he was looking at her.. and the way his hands felt against her skin.. Emma didn’t know what to say. She just started chewing on the delicious morsel that had so unexpectedly found its way into her mouth.

    “Look at the picture again.” Paul ordered, as he watched Emma obediently chew the food he’d given her. He handed Emma the illustration of Claire fattened up in tight lingerie, and pointed at it so she knew to pay attention, “When I look at it, I see a loyal feedee who loves me and is desperate for my attention.. my admiration. That’s where her happiness truly lies. She’s desperate for me to notice the gain’s she’s made to please me. She wants me to know that with every bite of food she takes, she’s thinking of me. The bigger she gets the more irresistible she knows I’ll find her. So, she keeps eating, until I tell her she’s had enough.”

    “Omm-mhh..” Emma burst, as she tried to mumble something that came out inaudibly due to all of the pancake Paul had squished into her mouth.

    “Look. Chew your food.” Paul ordered her, as he decided to keep talking, “The bottom line is, I think people gain happiness when they enjoy food they like. To me eating and gaining weight translates to a surplus of happiness. So, you can trust me when I say, I’d be more attracted to Claire if she gained weight. But I’m still helping her with her diet. If that’s not love, tell me what is.”
     
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  3. Jul 22, 2019 #23

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    Chapter 3- Too Good to Be True

    “Mhh!” Emma hummed, as she finally managed to finish chewing and swallowing the last of the pancakes. She almost sounded out of breath when she muttered, “Okay.”

    “What?” Paul questioned not able to read Emma’s strange tone.

    “I think.. I may have misjudged you.. I’m sorry..” Emma revealed sounding repentant and oddly remorseful, “I won’t tell my sister about this. It was wrong of me to invade your privacy like that.”

    “Th.. thank you.” Paul muttered almost unable to believe his ears.

    “My sister is lucky to have you. Even if you’re pretty weird.” Emma smiled, as she held out her hand for Paul to shake, “Fresh start?”

    “Sure.” Paul nodded, as he happily shook Emma’s hand. She looked somehow more exhausted than when she woke up.

    “I think I’m gonna nap. You’ve given me a lot to process and I..” Emma paused, as she realized she was still holding the picture of Claire in her other hand.

    “What?” Paul asked suspicious of her pause.

    “Would you draw a picture of me? Like this one you drew of Claire?” Emma innocently inquired, as she looked at Paul.

    “Why?” Paul wondered, as Emma shrugged.

    “I just wanna see what I would look like.” Emma admitted, as she felt a little embarrassed saying it out loud.

    “Umm. Okay.” Paul reasoned, “How big would you want me to draw you?”

    “Draw me… like one of your French fat girls.” Emma suggested in a joking tone, as she struck quite the alluring pose on Paul’s couch. Wait, was she quoting Titanic? It was one of Claire’s favorite movies, did Emma like it too?

    It took Paul longer than he’d expected, but after much focus and a lot of odd conversation he finished what Emma had requested. He’d drawn her in that pose, but over 60 or 70 pounds heavier. He had to guess the weight of the Emma in the picture he’d drawn was at least 200 pounds.

    Handing it to Emma and watching her look it over. He wished he knew what thoughts were going through her head. In truth, Emma had mixed feelings. Something about seeing herself that big felt wrong and weird, however, it was also.. kinda hot seeing herself that big. Paul’s controlling words from earlier rang in the back of her head. His touch against her full stomach. The way he’d forced her to eat that pancake. There was something alluring about this picture indeed.

    “Hey Paul?” Emma asked in a rather curious tone.

    “Yeah?” Paul answered unable to predict what she might say.

    “Do you think I would look hot if I were that big in real life?” Emma honestly asked, as she looked to Paul for his response.

    “…Yes.” The word escaped from Paul’s mouth before he could censor himself. Emma looked content with his answer. She seemed to be musing it over, as she entered her bedroom and closed the door on him without another word.

    Knowing that Paul lusted after her sister’s appetite, was a lot to take in, but Emma had been bombarded with so much in the last hour she needed to lie down. It was weird. Her sudden insight into Paul’s strange sexuality somehow made him seem more masculine in her eyes, now that she knew how much woman he craved. Emma needed to be honest with herself, she had a lot of lingering questions, but not for Paul.

    As a college educated young woman, Emma grabbed her laptop and did what she did best, research. For the rest of the day and the rest of the week, she kept herself locked away. She found websites, pictures, drawings, articles, and videos all dedicated to feederism and its related branches of fat fetishism. She watched a video of college aged girls eating their way through multiple pizzas. She browsed drawings, and pictures of women inflating their guts by drinking liters upon liters of coke and pepsi. All of them seemingly competing for the grand prize of biggest belly on earth!

    She read a story online about a closeted lesbian terrified of confrontation yet desperate to breakup with the boyfriend she’d had since before she’d even admitted to herself her attraction to women. This coward’s solution? Have her secret Latina girlfriend fatten her up so that her boyfriend would do the breaking up for her. Amazing.

    She browsed porn and notably came across a video of a massively fat brunette in nothing but her underwear on her hands and knees, digging into a huge cake face-first on the floor. What was it she’d said while eating? Something to the effect of: ‘Umm.. This cake is sooo gooood.. Stuffing myself is making me soooo horny! If only I had someone to stuff me and fuck me like the pig I am!’

    That obese girl’s words aroused odd feelings deep in Emma’s soul. She actually bought one of the same girl’s more recent videos and was astonished by how much she’d grown. She’d still gorged herself into a slobby messy like the other video, but afterward she ran her hands up and down her massive belly suggestible before burping loudly and begging her feeder boyfriend for more.

    To put it mildly, Emma’s intellect was awestruck. She was engrossed by the girls who identified with Paul’s fetish. The women who bragged about how they could no longer fit into their clothes because of how much weight they had gained. The women whose stomachs spilled onto their thighs. The ones who could lift their belly fat and let it go so it made a slapping sound. Emma never knew the sound a belly made as it heavily slapped down upon a countertop. Or the look of a woman massaging her massive stomach as if she were kneading dough.

    Underneath Emma’s intellectual inquisitiveness and her gleeful curiosity was something primordial, a hiss in the back of her mind. Though she hated to admit it, an anger simmered in her brain. There was a resentment toward these feedee women. They seemed so satisfied, so radically unashamed of their bodies. They got to indulge their every craving guilt-free. It didn’t seem fair. For most of her life, Emma had felt held hostage, not just by societies rules, but by the restricting larger culture of the United States. Her job, her relationship, even her education had sought to control her in ways she didn’t fully agree with.

    Her anger toward these feedee women sprang from the truth slinking into Emma’s skull. The life she’d live up till now was painfully restricting. By way of fate, she had stumbled upon a community, an absurd online world of excess and indulgence. Could letting go and embracing such an unconditional lifestyle be so intoxicatingly freeing?? It had to be too good to be true, but now Emma wasn’t so convinced.

    So, she decided to give it a try.
     
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    Really enjoying this, loved the restaurant anniversary evening, and tbe last part where Paul has hooked the glutton. Can't wait for more
     
  5. Aug 25, 2019 #25

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    The wait is over! Here is more! Thanks for the comment!
     
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    Chapter 4- Eating ‘Healthy”

    The humdrum buzz stemming from the ceiling fan of the fast-food joint’s employee bathroom normally evoked mild irritation from Emma as she went about her business but today, while she burst through the door with exhilaration, it was like the vexing noise didn’t even exist. Standing in front of the sink’s mirror, the only thing Emma could hear was the sound of her own labored breathing. She had rushed to the bathroom, but it wasn’t the physical exertion that had caused the spike of effort from her lungs, it was the words she’d just heard from her middle-aged manager.

    Searching her apron and pockets furiously, she found the picture Paul had drawn for her a little over six weeks ago. She never kept it off her person, unless she was sleeping. It’s not like she had a fear of losing the tantalizing piece of paper, she just couldn’t get enough of the feeling that looking at it gave her. Even now, staring at it sent jitters of excitement down her spine. It was the ultimate reminder of what she was trying to do. The goal of her exemplary indulgence. The promise to herself that she was determined to fulfill.

    She’d wanted to parse out this new kink she’d discovered in every way possible. And for the last few weeks that meant no food, or no amount of food, was off limits. Her liberation began the moment she surrendered her lips to her first significant indulgence, a box of six donuts that were bursting with excess calories from the Amish bakery down the block. It was the first time she’d really explored any part of the city, and she wasn’t disappointed. She’d always had a rather large appetite for someone her size, but now her intentions with food had changed.

    She didn’t greedily scarf down those donuts to simply quench her hunger. She’d forced herself to consume all six of those jelly donuts, for the sole purpose of inflating her formerly lithe figure with some luscious fat. The aftermath of her donut gambit was hefty, her taste buds were on cloud nine, her stomach was firmly bulging outward, and she’d developed a foreign, but unmistakably pleasurable, ‘itch’ which she scratched once she was able to waddle home to her bedroom. The experience felt profoundly satisfying enough to warrant more.. exploration.

    The city she’d adopted as her home was a melting pot, to describe it as anything less would be an understatement. For instance, on the street of Paul’s apartment, there stood a Pizza Hut on the corner, a Pakistani falafel shop across the street, and a Nigerian bar next to a Jewish deli. Seeing the possibilities with greedy delight, Emma made it her mission to indulge her appetite at every unique establishment that crossed her path. She’d started out close to home, she’d never had falafel before, and the nice store owner let her try her first one for free. It tasted heavenly so Emma had to buy two more for the road.

    As she expanded her area of exploration and the capacity of her powerful stomach, Emma discovered a keen liking for several Chinese take-out spots, a classy Italian restaurant, a great Mexican place and a newly renovated fast-food chain called ‘Scoops Ahoy.’ Asserting herself like a true woman of the feedism community, Emma voluntarily pursued a job opening at the delectable burger and ice cream joint in pursuit of both further feeding her growing appetite and enabling her continued sensual gratification of her expanding figure.

    Strong metabolism or not, eating without restraint as frequently and enthusiastically as Emma did, had consequences for her waistline. She noticed it with increased interest day by glorious day. After two weeks, she was growing a slight muffin top. After four weeks, her belly had softened and filled out even more. After six weeks, the rest of her body began to seem noticeably fuller to the eye, especially her already large breasts. Emma was holding out hope her body would fill out in the way Paul had drawn her. So far.. haha! She hadn’t been disappointed!

    Reluctantly pulling her gaze from her newly acquired fantasy that lay drawn on the piece of paper she was holding, Emma stared into her reflection with a mix of excitement, satisfaction, and a solid chunk of stimulation. Her breathing slowed. She’d nearly lost it a few moments ago when her middle-aged manager had pulled her aside and given her a ‘friendly’ heads up that she’d better take it easy on the fries during her lunch breaks or he’d have to order her a larger uniform!

    While she’d been excitedly attentive to the changes to her fattening body, she’d been waiting impatiently for weeks now for someone to notice the diligently growth in her body’s proportion of fat. And now that someone had noticed.. she wanted more! It was a baffling craving, to have people comment on her appearance, judge her for her newly acquired girth. She wanted someone else to point out how small her clothes now looked on her. She was never one to put on weight, but.. now that she had.. she needed MORE! She needed to become the person Paul had drawn in that picture! She needed to know why it felt so good to let herself go.

    During her weeks following the encounter with Paul, she had been wound up with tingling curiosity. Now, she felt possessed by a horny ferocity! To think a little drawing of her looking lusciously pampered with excess layers of fat could engender such a perplexing, yet undeniable feeling within her soul. Seeing herself that big.. appealed to her. But becoming that big, was proving to be downright orgasmic!

    She thought her powerful metabolism would have been a bigger obstacle, but she was wrong. Even just recalling her efforts to conquer it sent butterflies of excitement soaring within her burgeoning tummy! Even without eating much today, the extra padding she’d added to her lower belly stuck out from the bottom of her shirt. Her hands moved to sensually massage its luscious flab, as a smile erupted from her face.
     
  7. Aug 25, 2019 #27

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    Chapter 4- Eating ‘Healthy”

    She wanted to earn that bigger uniform with her gluttony! She wanted it really bad! She couldn’t help but playfully squeeze her chub with excitement, her breathing became hornily labored again as she entered her imagination. Next time, she wanted her boss to have to tell her she’d gotten too fat for her old one and that she needed to diet because the size of her blubbery belly was starting to scare away customers!

    “Are you okay?”

    “Ahh!” Emma gasped, as her fellow employee Alexia slowly emerged from the large stall to the right of her. Emma had just enough time to tug her shirt downward and bury her prized drawing between the cleavage of her fattened feminine bust. Trying to sequester her flustered excitement, Emma turned toward her co-worker and recovered, “I’m fine!”

    “Why were you breathing like that?” Alexia asked, as the tall college sophomore skeptically tiled her head and looked down upon her guilty looking older co-worker. Unlike most of the workers at the burger and ice cream joint, Emma was different, she was the only one with a college degree. While it seemed that everyone who started work at Scoops Ahoy put on ten pounds or so adjusting to the surplus of readily available calorie-heavy food, it was clear to Alexia that Emma had gained the most.

    “Umm.. I was.. trying not to cry.” Emma lied, as she quickly added, “Andy just told me I’m going to have to order a larger uniform if I get any fatter.”

    “Oh my gosh! He didn’t! Andy’s such a pig! Everybody puts on some weight when they work here. It’s impossible to avoid. I gained 10 pounds during my first year, Bryce gained 15 and she’s only been working here 6 months. Don’t let him get to you.” Alexia tried to console Emma, as Emma got a devilishly satisfying idea.

    Trying to sound as vulnerable, ashamed and guilty as she could, Emma revealed to Alexia, “I’ve gained 20 pounds in six weeks.”

    “Oh.. Wow..” Alexia muttered, as she began to consider that Andy may have had a point.

    “Be honest, is it noticeable?” Emma asked, as she silently was throbbing for Alexia to acknowledge how fat she’d gotten.

    Looking down at the her pudgy coworker, Alexia tried to be polite, “I mean, the food here hits some of us harder than others.. I’m sure you’ll adjust. I’m still trying to lose the weight I gained.”

    “Thanks Alexia. That makes me feel better.” Emma managed to smile. She wanted to say ‘thanks for nothing’ but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The tall college sophomore was about the closest thing she had to a friend during work hours and she didn’t want to ruin that.

    “Anytime.” Alexia returned Emma’s smile, as she stepped in front of the sink, washed her hands and then headed back to finish her shift after waving ‘bye.’

    Letting out a sigh of relief, Emma reached back into her shirt and pulled her prized drawing out from between her cleavage. Immediately noticing the paper felt damp, Emma hurried to investigate if the contents of the drawing were okay. Blinking her eyes six times, Emma was stunned to realize her boob sweat had hopelessly dampened the paper and smudged the perfect drawing beyond recognition!

    Resisting the urge to strangle Alexia for making her ruin the focal point of her infatuation, Emma took out her phone, posed in front of the mirror, and took a picture of the damage she’d done to her body since she started working here. She had taken the same picture of herself on her first day of work, but now she wanted to measure her progress. Looking between the two photos, Emma was less than pleased with that she saw. Sure, she looked bigger, but she didn’t look like the girl Paul had drawn. Not yet.

    Maybe if she stuffed her face more than she ever had before, she’d finally resemble that goddess of a woman. If her memory served, Paul and Claire would be out of the apartment tonight at the movies. She’d have the place all to herself. She’d be free to stuff her face like she never had before. It was an arousing idea. At the very least, if her gut managed to burst through her uniform, she’d need to tell Andy. Maybe he would comment on her weight again.. That would be a most welcome consolation prize..
     
  8. Aug 25, 2019 #28

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    Chapter 4- Eating ‘Healthy'


    Later that day..


    For Claire, the walk to Paul’s apartment from campus had always been a chore. It was a 15-minute hike unless she was unlucky enough to hit most of the stoplights on the way over, then it was a 20- or 25-minute walk. However, today she recognized a difference. Not only had she made the walk in about 12 minutes, but she’d been unlucky with a few lights as well. While she approached the front porch of the little dilapidated apartment building, she began to ponder why her transit had been so short today. Had she been rushing? Not really. Had she taken a faster route? Nope. As her mind raced with other explanations eventually, she realized most obvious answer was probably true. She was walking faster than she used to.

    What was astonishing to Claire was the fact that she hadn’t consciously been trying to walk faster. It was her dedication to attending the gym six days a week and her adherence to weightwatchers that was paying off. Her legs felt stronger, her body felt lighter, and she could finally really see a big difference in herself.

    The scale had told her that she was down only 15 pounds since the start of her diet, but at 180lbs Claire was encouraged by her progress. Her belly had notably shrunken in size, and her arms had trimmed up a little as well. Disappointingly, her lower body didn’t look much different, her thighs were still large, her hips were still wide, her butt was still very thick, but she could feel that she’d built some muscle underneath her womanly fat. She was making progress toward her goals, it was slow, but it felt good.

    Perking her head up from gazing at the sidewalk, Claire spotted her boyfriend exiting the little Pakistani restaurant that was just across the street from where she now stood on the porch of his apartment. With a smile and a wave, she caught Paul’s attention. He hurried to cross the street but had to pause briefly to let some traffic pass. As he made his way within speaking distance, Claire greeted him.

    “Perfect timing. Did you get it?” Claire asked, as Paul reached into his pocket.

    “One fresh pre-workout protein bar, as you requested.” Paul responded, as he handed Claire her ‘lunch,’ if she wanted to call it that.

    “Haha, thanks babe *Mwah!*” Claire planted a warm kiss on Paul’s cheek, as she accepted the protein bar. Seeing he had a wrapped-up hoagie in his other hand, Claire asked, “What’s that?”

    “I got a cheesesteak for dinner.” Paul shrugged. He would have preferred Claire eat with him, but he wanted to remain as supportive as possible.

    “Nice.” Claire muttered trying to resist the craving in the back of her mind. She wanted to ask Paul for a bite, but she knew she shouldn’t. She wanted to save her points for a proper dinner.

    “Sure you don’t wanna go the movies tonight?” Paul asked, while he used his key to open the front door for Claire.

    “Yes.” Claire responded, as Paul held the door open for her and she entered the apartment complex. She was already wearing her gym clothes and, while Paul liked the way they hugged her figure, it was a departure from the more feminine skirts and dresses that she typically wore around him.

    “But I already bought the tickets online.” Paul reminded her, while he watched Claire make her way to the steps. Even though Claire’s diet had been going strong for weeks, she still had such a cute rounded butt that Paul couldn’t resist eyeing while she began to sway its meaty glory side to side during each step she took up the stairs.

    “You should have told me that last night babe.” Claire frankly replied. She felt really bad about bailing on Paul’s movie night idea, but if he had told her about it last night she would have made it work.

    “I wanted to surprise you.” Paul explained in a sorrowful tone.

    “And it was really sweet, but I didn’t trim my tummy by being inconsistent with the gym. I need a good workout.” Claire sighed. Paul was pouring on the guilt and she did feel guilty she was putting the gym over what he wanted, but she’d given him all last night and that had caused her to miss her workout this morning. It sucked, but she’d feel even more guilty if she didn’t make it to the gym.

    “Last night wasn’t a good workout?” Paul questioned, as Claire stopped in her tracks once she got up to the first-floor landing and turned around.

    “Don’t go turning this around mister. I loved our ‘workout’ last night.” Claire enthused, while her eyes stared right into Paul’s with a flirtatious hint.

    “Then why don’t we just do another one of those ‘workouts’ after the movies?” Paul tried to compromise, as he reached her level.

    “Because those ‘workouts’ won’t help my ass fit into my prettiest dresses.” Claire reasoned, as she tilted her hips to the side and gave Paul a view of what she meant. Her hand glossed over the girth of her big butt, as she sent him a pouting expression, “Too much junk in my trunk.”

    “Umm, if you say so. I think you look hot.” Paul encouraged her with a little frisky pinch of her meaty behind. However, the momentary smile that his touch brought to her face quickly faded. She was self-conscious. He wanted to tell her that she would look better with a little more junk in her already full trunk. He wanted to proclaim that he preferred her belly when it was softer and rounder. He wanted to confess that she didn’t have to try and slim down to impress him, but he couldn’t find the words. What if she responded like Emma had? What if she responded worse than Emma had? She wanted was to be thinner again. So, despite his wishes, he tried to respect that, “But, I understand. Make sure you crush your workout.”
     
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    “Aww! You’re the best.” Claire cheerfully hummed, as she planted a small kiss on Paul’s cheek, and they resumed their trek up the upstairs. That’s when Claire got an idea, “Wait, why don’t you take Emma to the movie with you?”

    “Umm, why?” Paul asked sounding particularly alert.

    “Because..” Claire hesitated, while she mused the best way to broach this issue. Thinking tactfully Claire hinted with a wink, “Well, the theater is a few blocks away and.. she looks like she could use the exercise.”

    “What?” Paul gulped pretending like he was oblivious to the expansion of Emma’s body. In truth her rather abrupt weight gain had him questioning to himself if it had anything to do with the “drawing incident” from a few weeks ago. It was hard not to fantasize about how big she was getting when he would see her practically every day in clothes that were rapidly becoming less able to contain her.

    “She’s put on a ton of weight. You haven’t noticed?” Claire tilted her head in disbelief, while she dropped the pretenses.

    “I don’t know.” Paul responded a bit nervously, as he realized he couldn’t play this dumb, “Umm, yeah I guess. Is it that much?”

    “It is a lot. She’s really looking chubby.” Claire exclaimed. She was taken aback Paul didn’t seem to share her worry for her sister or even the proclivity to really notice what had been going on with her. Deciding on the best course of action Claire instructed Paul, “Take her for a nice long walk and enjoy the movie with her. You already got the tickets.”

    “I mean, if you want me too.” Paul agreed trying to sound reluctant. He could tell Emma’s body was filling out her clothes more fully recently. He sensed with excitement that with every sloppy meal, Emma was thickening. In truth he had been curious to more closely inspect the changes to Emma’s frame, this might be his best chance.

    “I do. See if you can get her to snap out of whatever funk she’s got going on.” Claire urged Paul with a nudge to his shoulder, while he used his key to unlock the door to his third-floor apartment.

    “I’ll try.” Paul assured her, as he opened the door and was greeted by a clanking sound and then suddenly a loud..

    *Buurrpp!!*

    “You better not be making a mess!” Claire hissed, as she surged in front of Paul and looked across the main room of his apartment to see Emma siting down at the kitchen table with her feet up on the chair beside her. Claire had been acting as her sister’s maid for the past few weeks and she was getting sick of it. However, Claire’s eyes widened when she got a good look of her sister and the monstrous amount of food she’d surrounded herself with.

    On the floor around Emma, there appeared to be a few crumbled-up pieces of foil and a large paper to-go bag from Scoops Ahoy. As her eyes made it to the table, Claire observed the odd assortment of food Emma had surrounded herself with. It was like she had no respect whatsoever for the decent rules of daily meals. Claire spotted a cheeseburger and fries next to some chocolate muffins and a tub of ice cream. There was a box of Golden Grams and a bunch of bananas next to a paper tray of greasy onion rings. There was even a bottle of milk next to a beer and a bottle of root beer! It looked like Emma had gathered everything the apartment had to offer for her impromptu feast. And then there was her sister, that grueling mixture of foods had made her veeeery bloated. Emma’s pampered stomach looked positively engorged with food.

    “I’ll clean it up! *Cough* What are you doing here?” Emma burst in surprise, as she tried to clear the back of her throat of the sizable amount of grease she’d just ingested. She’d been feasting for the better part of 40 minutes, feasting until her stomach’s expansion held her body captive in her chair. And then she’d feasted some more. She’d been in the eating zone. Her stuffing had captured her, overpowered her brain’s attempts at resistance. Her belly was bloating so nice and big. She was looking like such a fatty. Her imagination had toyed with the idea of what her co-workers would say if she’d entered work on Monday looking as she did now. She’d planned her whole night around being alone and delving into her fantasies, but now all was spoiled. Paul and Claire had crashed her party. She was a little pissed, but she knew she couldn’t let them know.

    “I left my sports bag here, once I get it, I’m going to the gym.” Claire explained, as she couldn’t hide the judgmental stare she was giving her sister. Even Paul’s calculating eyes widened at what he was seeing.

    “What about the movies? I thought you two were *burp* seeing that new marvel movie?” Emma spoke, as she stifled another belched in a flustered manner. One of her hands went to rub her ailing belly and try to alleviate some of the pronounced gurgling she was feeling within it, her other hand picked up a banana, dipped it into some of the melted ice cream beside her and chomped off a bite of it.

    “We had some miscommunication.” Paul butted in, as he ripped his eyes off of Emma stuffing her face long enough to force his legs to hurry toward his bedroom, before anyone could spot the urgent situation he had going on below his belt. While he mentally decided on switching to briefs instead of boxers to better contain his attraction to Emma’s habits, he called back to Claire, “I’ll get your bag.”

    “Thanks.” Claire smiled, as she watched Paul hurry out of sight. He was such a gentleman. Once he’d gone to his room and was safely out of earshot, she turned her attention to her big sister. Looking at Emma’s fully realized potbelly, Claire couldn’t prevent herself from exclaiming, “Wow.”

    “What?” Emma chirped innocently, as she tilted her head and broke the daze in her sister’s eyes.

    “Nothing.” Claire sighed, as she broke eye contact and shook her head. She certainly didn’t want to make her sister feel bad, but she was concerned for her. Maybe Emma’s mood had improved recently, but it had come at the cost of her figure. She’d gone from being depressed about her feelings to eating them. Was it right to bring up Emma’s weight right now?
     
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    “Come on, say it.” Emma urged her, as Claire bit her lip. She didn’t want to hurt Emma’s feelings. Yet, she also didn’t want her sister to go on like this. Who knew when she’d get over her breakup? Emma could be significantly heavier by then if this reckless consumption was allowed to continue. In the corner of her eye, she could see Paul returning down the hallway with her sports bag. As he arrived next to her, Claire felt confident enough to voice her concerns in the most tactful way she thought possible.

    “You should eat healthier, sis...” Claire voiced, as she seemed to recoil. Hearing the words out loud somehow sounded much meaner than when Claire had toyed with them in her head a moment ago.

    Paul, for one, didn’t know what he’d walked into, but was entranced to see how Emma would respond. Part of him wanted to see Emma sweat under the pressure of Claire’s scrutiny. Another part of him craved for Claire’s words, and their subtext, to go over Emma’s head so that she might continue indulging and expanding for him to appreciate.

    “I am eating healthy, Claire-bear. Look at this, I’m eating a banana!” Emma enthusiastically responded, as the hand she had resting on her soft stuffed gut unconsciously squeezed the roll of fat emitting from the bottom of her shirt and her other hand successfully dunked her banana into her slightly melted tub of ice cream again before taking a defiantly large bite.

    Watching Emma’s display from the sidelines, Paul was happy he’d switched to briefs. The fact that Emma somehow seemed unaware of the additions her eating had made to her figure drove him crazy. If she was this ignorant to her expansion, she’d certainly get even bigger.

    “It is covered in ice-cream!!” Claire burst in frustration, as she couldn’t believe her sister was this dumb about food. Even though Claire didn’t always make healthy choices, she could still tell the difference between the nutritional benefits of a burger compared to a salad!

    “Oh, I bet you’re just jealous because you want some!” Emma teased, as she took another big bite of her dessert and reveled in its tasty flavor, while unconsciously stroking her bloated belly.

    “No..” Claire growled, as she tried to ignore her stomach’s protests. She’d have to eat that protein bar Paul bought her right away, because seeing her sister taunt her with ice cream was making her mouth water.

    Paul’s mouth was watering too, but for different reasons. He could see that Emma’s body had ‘found’ the belly that Claire’s had recently banished. Emma was a good bit shorter than Claire, he wondered just how quickly other parts of Emma might expand. That’s when his eyes guiltily peeped upward and tried to access if Emma’s large breasts had undergone any additions lately. He tried to keep his looks discreet, luckily Emma and Claire seemed too pre-occupied with each other to pay him any mind.

    “Come on, just have a bite! It’s so good!” Emma tempted Claire, as she took another bite of sugary banana into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The look of judgmental disgust from Claire was enough to get Emma feeling excited. How could Claire not notice how fat she was getting! She was her sister after all. Emma wondered if she could push her sister into calling her fat. So, in her sister’s silence, Emma continued to slobbishly stuff her face, despite the growing protests from her fully descended belly. Two stomachs or not, Emma had eaten more today in one sitting that she’d really ever attempted before. While her lust for food seemed to have no limit, her body’s ability to contain her gluttony was seeming to reach some semblance of a limit. Or was it just gas? “BURRPP!!”

    Paul almost flinched at what he was seeing. He could only imagine if this type of interaction was normal between the sisters back when they were growing up. However, judging from Claire’s face, Emma’s behavior was in fact something new. But what had brought this on? Emma had always acted like a bit of a pig when she ate, but now that she was starting to pork up like one, it was like she’d doubled down on her slobby behavior and had turned into a full-blown glutton for food. It was weird, but Paul was actually finding himself rooting for Emma, as she tempted Claire to join her.

    “Going once,” Emma barked, as she chomped the rest of her banana into oblivion. Tossing the now empty banana peel onto the mess he’d made on the floor, Emma grabbed the carton of melted ice cream and gleefully smelled it like she was about to drink it, “Going twice..”

    “I don’t want any!” Claire growled, as Emma grinned.

    “Your loss. My gain.” Emma purred, as she placed her lips on the side of the tub of ice cream and began loudly slurping the frosty treat down her throat. Claire gawked in disgust and envy, while Paul counted how many gulps Emma took to drain the container of its contents in appreciation. It was 8 gulps to be precise and probably hundreds of calories. Once Emma finished, it appeared she tried to burp, but nothing came out. Looking almost embarrassed, Emma muttered, “I’ve got more ice cream from work in the freezer sis. Sure you don’t want some?”

    “No Emma, I can’t spare the points. I went over last night. I had some boneless chicken wings with Paul.” Claire shamefully admitted, as she gave Paul a look. He’d been trying to be supportive, but he couldn’t help but tempt her now and again. At least he wasn’t as bad as Emma was being right now.

    “You mean chicken nuggets.” Emma argued, as Claire turned her head back to her big sister.

    “I’m not starting this again. They are not chicken nuggets.” Claire growled not wanting to get into the argument that never ended with her sister. They’d argued about this since they were kids.

    “If you say so.” Emma rolled her eyes, as she grabbed some salty French fries to eat in order to counteract the sweetness of the ice cream she’d just gulped down. As she munched on them, Emma muttered, “I can’t promise there will be any ice cream left when you get back. You might miss out!”

    “I’m going to the gym.” Claire announced, as she ignored Emma’s attempts to tempt her. Now that Emma was blimping out, did she think it was okay to try and drag her down too?

    “Good luck, be amazing. *Mwah!*” Paul surprised Claire with a kiss on the cheek that she eagerly returned to his lips with a bit of interest via her tongue. Already excited from watching Emma’s display, Paul escalated the simple goodbye ritual by smoothly resting his hands upon Claire’s hips and sneaking his one hand backward to Claire’s bottom for a little frisky pinch. Claire’s body flinched at his suggestive touch, and she broke off their kiss with a big horny smile.

    “I’ll see you.. later.” Claire sexily hinted, as she bit her lower lip and eyed up her man from head to toe. If she didn’t have to go to the gym, she’d take him back to his room and blow his mind right now.

    “Deal.” Paul grinned, as he watched Claire wiggle her butt for him while she left his apartment. Once the door closed, his attention was abruptly drawn to Emma’s voice.
     

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    “Can you go a little easy on the PDA’s in front of me. She IS my sister.” Emma mentioned in an annoyed tone, as the pain in her swollen stomach grew more irritating. It was almost hard to watch how smitten her sister was with Paul.

    “Yeah, sorry. No problem.” Paul nodded, while he walked over to the table, “Mind if I join you?”

    “It’s a free country.” Emma replied, as she used the brief moment before Paul sat down to readjust her uniform’s shorts. She’d let the waistband drift downward as her stomach had bloated to free up more space for her fattening flesh, and to marvel at her relatively new muffin top. However, now that she was alone with Paul, the fact that her lower belly fat was visible from the gap between her shirt and her waistband had her uncomfortable. She knew what Paul liked, and her display was most definitely in his wheelhouse of attraction, but her stuffing had not been for him, it had been for her to explore. So, she sucked in her painfully full gut, as best she could, and managed to slide the tight waistband of her pants up her belly until it reached just below her belly button. Now that she wasn’t showing any skin around her middle, she felt a bit more comfortable in Paul’s presence, but her stomach certainly felt worse. The constricting tension the tight waistband caused across the meatiest portion of her belly was almost indescribable. She tried to hide the discomfort on her face, while she watched Paul sit down and put some big sub wrapped in foil on the table across from her.

    There always seemed like there was some tension between her and Paul whenever they talked. They’d certainly been getting along much better since the drawing incident, but still. It always felt hard to start a conversation with him. Getting an idea of how to break the ice, Emma asked, “Actually, can we talk?”

    “Umm.. Sure..” Paul responded, as Emma’s tone had him concerned. Her voice sounded sincere, but it was quite hard to distinguish from the more playful voice she used when she was causing trouble. He did his best to maintain eye contact despite his body yearning for another look at Emma’s belly.

    “I wanted to talk to you too, about your girlfriend.” Emma began, as Paul looked skeptical.

    “Claire?” Paul’s eyebrow raised, as he sensed Emma was fucking with him.

    “Yeah Claire-bear..” Emma continued, while she thoughtfully scratched under her softer looking chin, “She’s been staying over here a lot, hasn’t she?”

    “Yeah, I mean, we’re dating..” Paul mumbled not understanding what Emma’s point was.

    “Well, the lease agreement says we can only have ‘guests’ sleep over seven days out of the month. So..” Emma coyly delivered, as the hand scratching her chin dropped to her stomach, “I’m gonna have to report it to our landlord if she sleeps over again.”

    “Are you serious? She’s your sister!” Paul gasped, as he let the content of what Emma was saying override the sarcastic tone with which she was saying it.

    “Hahahaha, you should see the look on your face!!” Emma giggled, as she wrapped both hands around her uncomfortable belly and laughed a little harder. Laughing hurt, but she couldn’t help it, “Haha, I can’t believe you thought I was serious!”

    “Not funny.” Paul shrugged trying to downplay the fact Emma had suckered him like that.

    “It was pretty funny.” Emma disputed, as she watched Paul open up his large sub. The smell was heavenly, as it graced her nostrils. Though her belly could take no more food, she still wanted a taste.

    “So, how is the job treating you?” Paul asked hoping to change the topic.

    “It has got some nice benefits.” Emma admitted, as she grabbed four fries and lavishly lobbed them into her mouth. Her belly protested the excess volume of material she was filling it with, but she ignored those protests. The fries tasted good, and they were right in front of her. It was better to chew on food than elaborate to Paul the real benefits she was enjoying at her job.

    “But you’ve got a college degree. Couldn’t you make a lot more money if you worked somewhere else?” Paul questioned, as he tried to make sense of Emma’s choice. He really couldn’t figure out why Emma had sought out fast-food work.

    “I suppose I could. What are you trying to say?” Emma responded in a frank manner, as she tried to let out a burp, but once again, she just couldn’t seem to get the gas out. It was only adding to the discomfort in her greasy gut.

    “Why’d you pick a fast food place?” Paul wondered, as Emma seemed unintimidated by his question.

    “It makes me happy. I’m not going to waste another minute of my life behind a desk as a boring accountant.” Emma defiantly proclaimed, while she leaned back in her chair and a loud creaking sound wined from the wooden piece of furniture. Undaunted, she tried to lean backward even more to give her tummy more room to settle, while she grunted, “No more counting money. No more counting the seconds left till my shift ends. No more counting calories. No more counting anything.”

    “Fair enough. I can respect that.” Paul relented, as his mind couldn’t help, but repeat the bit about ‘not counting calories’ that Emma had just mentioned. Was that why she was gaining weight? She’d just gotten fed up with her old lifestyle? Or was this her coping poorly with being alone again? Why had she even mentioned not counting calories around him, she knew he liked that stuff. She was the only person who knew. Was she messing with him? Trying to prank him somehow?? Trying to drown out the echo in his head, Paul managed to say, “Umm.. Would you wanna go to the movies with me tonight? I have an extra ticket.”
     
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    “I don’t need your pity invite. I’m not some backup plan for when your girlfriend bails on you.” Emma turned down Paul’s request quite resolutely, as she could feel the excess air in her belly rising upward, but she couldn’t seem to let a burp out. It was driving her crazy. Her stomach hurt, while she failed to burp yet again.

    “It’s not a pity invite.” Paul assured her, as he noticed a measure of discomfort on Emma’s face. Was she really offended he’d just invited her to the movies? Taking a bite of his cheesesteak, Paul tried to remain calm. However, while the discomfort on Emma’s face remained, he noticed something spark in her eyes while she watched him eat.

    “Okay. How about this? If you give me a bite of that sandwich you’ve got there, I’ll think about your offer.” Emma bargained. Her belly begged her to stop eating with another groan, but Emma just needed a taste. Watching Paul take a bite had sold her on it. She observed how he took a second to think over her proposal, and watched with glee, as he pushed his sandwich toward her.

    “It’s a cheesesteak.” Paul corrected, as he watched Emma grip it with both greedy hands.

    “Never had one.” Emma mused, as she took a rather large bite. Her cheeks were full as she chewed and her face lit up while Paul heard her hum in approval, “MhhH!”

    “Good right?” Paul smiled, as his eyes were drawn to the inflated look of Emma’s cheeks. In an instant, she heavily gulped down the totality of what had been in her mouth. Her expression shifted from joy to worry as she felt the cheesy meat dropping reluctantly down her throat and toward her protruding belly.

    “Ugh! So, good!” Emma gasped, as she felt she’d reached her stomach’s final limit. Anymore and she might burst. While she felt her stomach reluctantly expand to accommodate her latest morsel, Emma could hardly breath. Her uniform felt so tight, especially around her waist.. There was a lump in her throat.. Her hands went to inspect, but before they could reach their target..

    “*BWARRP!!!*” Emma belched as loudly as Paul had ever heard her. However, her involuntary release of gas had another consequence.

    *Pop!*

    “Ahh!” Paul nearly cursed, as something tiny snapped against his forehead. It certainly wasn’t cupid’s arrow, it felt like a freaking bee sting! His hands investigated, as Emma noticed what had happened and began to blush.

    “Oh my gosh are you *Burp* okay??” Emma belched, as the pain in her stomach began to slowly subside.

    “What was that??” Paul wondered seeming a little dazed.

    “Umm.. I think my belly just broke my uniform..” Emma blushed, as Paul glanced at her exposed stomach and spotted the now unrestricted gut Emma was sporting. She’d popped her button! The realization caused his heart to pump faster.

    “Umm yeah. Looks like it.” Paul gulped trying to hide his desire to ogle Emma’s exposed belly. This was bad. Maybe briefs were not a good idea. They were feeling way too tight against him, seeing Emma’s exposed fuller figure really pushed his pleasure buttons. He couldn’t go to the movies like this. It wasn’t worth the risk of being blueballed. He felt guilty about it, but he might need to take care of himself, before he interacted with Emma any further, “I’m gonna lay down for a sec. Maybe it’s good we don’t go to the movies.”

    “Wait!” Emma called out, as Paul paused, “I’ll go to the movies with you tonight if you do me a favor..”

    “W-what favor?” Paul shakily responded, as his imagination suddenly became his worst enemy. It was playing a few ‘favors’ he could do for her in the background of his mind.

    “I kinda ruined that picture you drew me.. Would you mind drawing another for me? I promise I’ll take better care of it?” Emma innocently asked, as Paul’s mind burst completely on fire. He had so many questions, but only the tamest one made it to his lips.

    “What happened?” Paul wondered, as Emma shrugged.

    “I spilled coffee on it.” Emma lied, as Paul suspected her of dishonesty. One didn’t just spill coffee on something. He doubted she was using it as a coaster if she was asking for another one. That left the major question of why Emma wanted a new drawing, but Paul wasn’t brave enough to ask.

    “Umm, yeah I can draw you a new one.” Paul nodded without really thinking.

    “Right now?” Emma sweetly asked, as she did her best to sit upward, but her anchor of a belly made it difficult.

    “Sure. Same as the last one?” Paul asked trying to sound innocent in all this.

    “Yeah, exactly the same.” Emma warmly smiled, while a certain relief came over her. But then something else hit her. A wry curiosity. Letting the feeling take over, Emma corrected herself, “Actually.. Could draw me.. bigger?”

    “H-how much bigger?” Paul hesitantly asked, while trying not to show how much his imagination lusted for the challenge.
     
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    Something was missing. Emma could just plain feel it. She let out a depressing sigh while continuing to endure her self-imposed predicament. Lifting up the pajama shirt she’d borrowed from Claire, Emma allowed her hands to caress her bloated stomach. The night was still young, and yet she already felt like she’d swallowed a bowling ball. Normally, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, and nearly anchored to her bed by her impressively rounded belly, stirred an exuberant excitement within her. The same kind of excitement she’d gotten in high school from underaged drinking, or the naughty thrill she’d gotten in college from skipping out on class to sleep with her ex. However tonight, for some reason, she felt unsatisfied.

    The idea of breaking the rules always appealed to her. The bigger the rule, the bigger the appeal. Maybe that was why she’d been getting off to this feedee stuff so hard recently. She enjoyed indulging her hefty appetite and savoring her food, but it was packing pounds onto her once trim figure that really tickled her fancy. Letting herself go and turning into a sexy fat piggy had all but consumed her thoughts recently.

    However, she didn’t actually know what she liked best about growing so deliciously plump. The rapid growth of her lusciously thick body was almost a reward in and of itself. She’d gotten used to ignoring the sirens of insecurity that would blare in the back of her mind when she struggled to fit into a formerly flattering article of clothing. In fact, the part of her mind that used to enforce such propriety and cause her to feel an inner embarrassment for her gluttonous behavior now only seemed to fuel her unnatural attraction to her blubbery expansion.

    In the two weeks since she’d received her new drawing from Paul, her mind had again been captured by the fat goddess staring back at her. Paul guessed he’d drawn her at about 220lbs, but to Emma’s eyes it looked much bigger, and much better than before. She was just about 40 pounds away from becoming the girl in his drawing thanks to the ten additional pounds she was able to accumulate over her furious binge eating sessions over the last two weeks. She liked to imagine what it would feel like to be that big. Getting that fat was the biggest middle finger she could imagine giving to society’s conventional norms of beauty. It was the ultimate rule to break. To become undesirable to most, yet completely irresistible to a select few. When she started dating again, her mind lusted to know how boys would treat her now that she was bigger and better than ever before.

    Would a potential new boyfriend tease her for turning into such a fat piggy? How would sex feel? What would it be like to fall into bed, climb her soft body on top of a guy, rub her stomach like the girls from the feedee videos, and begin using her weight to her advantage? What would it feel like for someone to grab the pudgy layer of fat she now had below her hips during sex?? Would she moan in pleasure as her lovely new bedfellow groped each new slab of expanded flesh across her body???

    “Fuck..” Emma moaned, as she grew attentive to the fact her hand had sneakily slid across her full belly and nestled its way beneath her panties.

    She’d found what she’d been missing. Surrendering herself to her degenerate imagination, Emma let her sultry daydream take her to a place she was keen to visit again.. and again.. and again..

     
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    Later that night, Emma’s orgasm infused food coma was interrupted by the obvious sound of shoes meandering their way up the steps of the apartment building. She knew from their familiar and slow pattern that it was Paul and Claire. The lovebirds liked to finish whatever conversation they were having before entering the apartment, so they took their grand old time getting up the stairs. Emma assumed this was because they were talking about her, but she didn’t want to come off as paranoid, so she never brought it up.

    However, that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about what her sister and Paul had been up to. The time was nearly 11’oclock. The lovebirds were never out this late on a school night. As Emma heard the keys beginning to turn in the apartment’s main door, she rolled herself off of her bed and waddled from her bedroom to the couch in the living room. It appeared someone was fumbling with the keys because Emma had time to turn the tv on and appear casual on the couch before the couple could enter. Once they did, they didn’t appear surprised to see her.

    “Well look who’s finally back.” Emma proclaimed, as she gave the two an inquisitive look. Paul and Claire couldn’t help but return the favor. They could each see that Emma was wearing a tank-top styled pajama shirt, Paul keenly noticed the garment looked particularly stretched around Emma’s round gut. Her lower body was covered in a blanket, but before Paul could observe further, Emma raised her voice again, “Where have you two been all day?”

    “Careful Sisss,” Claire slurred sounding tipsy, “keep talking like that and it might sound like you actually misssed us.”

    “I did miss you guys. It’s lonely here all alone.” Emma protested, as she watched her sister slyly slink away from Paul’s side.

    Ignoring Emma completely, Claire walked past the couch into the bathroom. Pausing before closing the door, she checked to make sure she was out of Emma’s vision before making eye contact with Paul. Turning her butt toward him and running her hands across her ass’s cheeks, Claire flirtatiously uttered, “I’m going to freshen up babee, meet you in bed okay??”

    “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Paul smiled, as Claire closed the bathroom door. He could hardly contain his excitement for what was to come tonight.

    “I’m guessing you two weren’t at the grocery store. Is Claire drunk?” Emma questioned, as she rested her attention on Paul and noticed he seemed to be carrying a leftover bag from some Italian restaurant.

    “Sorry, we got dinner after sightseeing. She’s definitely tipsy.” Paul explained, as he went to the fridge to put away the bag of leftovers, “Why? Are you hungry?”

    “*Burp!* Starving.” Emma belched, as Paul’s eyes couldn’t resist forcing his head to turn and stare at Emma proudly patting her noticeably pudgy stomach. Losing his words because of how cute Emma looked with such a well-fed belly, he barely was able to refocus his attention until Emma started talking again, “How did you convince miss diet diva to eat out?”

    “It’s my birthday.” Paul frankly shrugged, as he took out two Styrofoam boxes from the bag and reluctantly turned away from Emma to place them in the fridge.

    “Oh!” Emma chirped in surprise, as she forced herself up from the couch and headed over to inspect what Paul had brought home. In truth, she was a bit surprised she’d forgotten Paul’s birthday, Claire had to have mentioned it to her at some point. However, her main concern was with her stomach. It had been a few hours since she’d eaten anything and in that time her tummy had settled a bit. She wondered if she could snag the leftovers, but she wasn’t sure of the best way to ask. So, she tapped Paul on the shoulder, as he finished closing the fridge, and inquired, “How’d the birthday dinner go?”

    “Umm! Pretty well.” Paul muttered a bit surprised Emma had so suddenly invaded his personal space. He was quick to notice Emma’s shirt had ridden up, exposing her jiggly belly, and that she was only wearing her panties. The tiny fabric of the garment looked painfully stretched across Emma’s enlarged lower body. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen Emma wearing such revealing clothing, but she hadn’t been this fat the last time.. Trying not to give his interest away, Paul pointed at her undersized shirt and asked, “Hey isn’t that Claire’s?”

    “Yeah. I needed something that fit.” Emma justified, while a rumble in her stomach forced her to ask about the food Paul had just placed in the fridge, “So.. Whatcha bring home?”

    “Dessert.” Paul promptly answered. Emma could sense a certain sadness in his voice, but she was more excited by the prospect of eating something sweet.

    “Miss fitness fanatic couldn’t finish it?” Emma teased, as she noted Paul’s face reflected a distaste for her comment.

    “Didn’t even touch it.” Paul sighed sounding a little upset.

    “Why’d she order it then?” Emma wondered, as she scratched her head.

    “She didn’t. I ordered it when she was in the bathroom, as a little surprise.” Paul regretfully revealed, “She didn’t want any of it.”

    “That’s a shame.” Emma patted Paul on the back in a consoling motion before utterly revealing her intentions, “Can I have it?”

    “Sure.” Paul shrugged, as Emma gleefully nudged Paul out of the way with her hips, leaned herself downward into the fridge, and started grabbing the styrofoam boxes. Paul hadn’t been ready for how much leverage Emma levied his way and had to quickly regain his footing. Emma felt heavy. He wondered.. Was she finally heavier than Claire?
     
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    While he watched Emma’s round bum tilt from side to side as she tried to free the cheesecake from the fridge, he mentally tried to pinpoint her current weight. While her stomach and chest had borne the brunt of her gain, her whole body had softened, Emma was even sporting a much fuller ass than he remembered. If she kept putting on weight, it was only a matter of time before her meaty booty would outsize Claire’s in sheer volume.

    “You didn’t eat yours either?” Emma asked out of concern, as she emerged from the fridge with both take-home boxes. Something didn’t feel right. It made sense why Claire would pass on dessert, but it was Paul’s birthday, why hadn’t he had any cake?

    “Claire said it wouldn’t be very supportive of me to eat it when she couldn’t.” Paul elaborated, as Emma glared at the closed bathroom door in disgust. She wasn’t a huge fan of ‘drunk’ Claire.

    “But it’s your birthday!? That’s bullshit!” Emma announced, as she opened the container and offered it to Paul, “Here, have it. You can tell her I ate it.”

    “No. It’s fine. You have it.” Paul smiled, as he tried to divert his eyes from ogling Emma’s large cleavage.

    “You need to have at least a taste of your birthday cake!” Emma ordered, as she grabbed a fork from Paul’s drying rack, checked that it was dry, and then dug it into the dessert to offer a forkful of cheesecake to Paul.

    “Fine.” Paul relented. Emma was being nice, but the truth was that, in the back of his mind, he wanted to hurry the conversation along so that Emma could stuff herself with the calorie-high dessert and expand her bodyfat percentage further! He might have had to endure Claire’s refusal to overeat, but he could settle for a slobbish display of gluttony from Emma. It would be a nice consolation prize for all his frustrations.

    In pursuit of this little prize, Paul took his bite of cheesecake. It was a rich cake. Very filling. Very fattening. He could have enjoyed eating a little more, but he wanted to reserve the excess calories for Emma’s greedy gut. Trying to hurry her along, Paul offered, “Do you want a new fork?”

    “Your cooties don’t scare me Paul.” Emma declared, as she took the fork from his hand, pierced the center of the cheesecake, and slathered a big bite of the stuff down her eagerly awaiting throat. Munching with her mouth full, Emma added, “Besides, I love cheesecake.”

    Watching Emma start eating like such a lazy glutton was exactly the mood lifter Paul needed. His temporary glee was so encompassing that he started zoning out on Emma’s attractive display.

    “Did you know one piece of that cheesecake has two days’ worth of weight-watcher’s points?” Paul blurted absentmindedly, as he seriously believed this was the first time, he’d ever seen Emma use a fork.

    “I did not.” Emma muttered, while she stopped short of shoveling another bite into her mouth. She got a curious feeling in the pit of her big belly. It felt like nerves.. No. It felt like excitement. Her voice quivered a little bit, but she managed to ask, “So you’re saying that what I’m eating right now, for dessert, is what Claire would eat in total over the course of four days?”

    “In weight-watcher points, so yeah, I guess.” Paul mused, not really paying attention to any subtext he may have thrown Emma’s way.

    “So, you’re calling me a fatty?” Emma connected the dots, while she felt a flutter of unwanted arousal in the depths of her panties. Was Paul teasing her in the most roundabout way possible?? Considering what she knew Paul was into, teasing from him about her weight basically constituted flirting. Was he flirting with her??

    “Umm.. No. I was just.. Sorry. I meant nothing by it.” Paul blushed, as he avoided eye contact. He didn’t want to draw Emma’s attention to her gain. After having to witness Claire shedding pounds like a dog with fur, he desperately didn’t want Emma’s amusing gain to stop.

    “It’s okayy.” Emma assured him, as she felt convinced by his response that the subtext she’d picked up on had just been her perverse imagination playing tricks on her. Paul was devoted to her sister, she knew that. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

    Seeing that Paul still seemed uneasy, Emma tried to calm him down as she turned away from him to take her little dessert feast to her room, “I know of all people you’re probably going to be the last person to judge me for putting on a few extra pounds.”

    “Just a few?” Paul almost inaudibly smirked, as the right corner of his mouth perked up, cheekily. While he hadn’t drank as much as Claire, the alcohol in his veins had mixed with the knowledge that Emma dismissed her substantial expansion as a measly ‘few extra pounds’ to produce a rather horny mood. He had already been excited for his birthday present with Claire tonight, but seeing Emma so oblivious to the changes in her body just pressed his buttons in all the right ways.

    “What was that? Speak up.” Emma blurted, as she turned around mid-bite into the cheesecake. She thought she’d heard another teasing remark from Paul, but at this point she wasn’t sure she could trust her senses to tell her the truth. She was secretly craving to be teased like the girls she’d witnessed in the feedee videos. It was what she wanted. She couldn’t be sure if she was hearing what she wanted to hear or what was actually being said. Surrounding herself with exciting feedee stimuli was playing hell with her assessment of this situation.

    “What are you gonna do?” Paul rather smoothly pretended like he was repeating himself, “Like tonight.”

    “Well considering it’s your birthday, I don’t want to hear whatever you and my baby sister end up doing. So, I think I’ll grab some headphones and listen to something loud for the rest of the night all byy myselff.” Emma explained, as she sent Paul a knowing look.

    “Oh. Makes sense.” Paul blushed, while he couldn’t help but notice how Emma lingered on the last three words of her sentence. Feeling a little concerned for her, Paul asked, “Were you really feeling lonely today?”

    “A bit.” Emma admitted with a hint of unaccustomed vulnerability in her loud voice, “I mean I talk to people at work, but they aren’t really my friends. I don’t really have any friends in this city.”

    “What about us?” Paul wondered, as he pointed toward himself and the bathroom door with his thumb.
     
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    “Claire-bear’s not my friend, she’s my little sister. And you’re my little sister’s boyfriend. I think you’re a cool guy, but I’m not sure I’d consider you a friend of mine.” Emma admitted, as she continued to elaborate, “We don’t do things friends would do. We only ever hang out because we live together.”

    “Well we should change that.” Paul suggested feeling Emma made a good point, “How about we get lunch tomorrow?”

    “Fine.” Emma shrugged. She didn’t mean to offend Paul with her previous statement although she could understand how it might have come off sounding meanspirited. Maybe spending a lunch outside of Scoops Ahoy would be nice. Besides, joining Paul for a meal was the least she could do for not getting him anything for his birthday. Or was it?

    “Cool. Have a nice night Emma.” Paul smiled, as he took a step backward to go to his bedroom. He wanted to get there before Claire was finished in the bathroom, plus witnessing Emma’s gluttony firsthand had turned him on something fierce.

    “You too birthday boy.” Emma winked, as she got a hilarious thought, her voice took a devious tone, “And I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything for your birthday. Want me to flash you my tits real quick!?”

    “Ah, no thank you!” Paul nearly stumbled, as Emma’s face erupted into a delirious smile.

    “Hahaha, I was just kidding.” Emma giggled, “You’re so easy.”

    “Not funny.” Paul shook his head, as his heartrate slowly began to get under control after spiking. Just the suggestive thought of seeing Emma’s inflated fat breasts had produced a strong shift in his blood flow.

    “Nighty-night. Don’t let Claire-bear bite.” Emma waved, as she slowly slinked into her room with dessert in hand and winked at Paul before closing the door.

    “Goodnight..” Paul quietly gasped, as his eyes lingered on where Emma’s chubby gut had been. Feeling sufficiently horny, he only hoped Claire would hurry, because if she didn’t he’d have to take matters into his own hands.
     
  19. Sep 15, 2019 at 2:29 AM #39

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    One month later..


    Today was the day. Emma was sure of it. Locking herself into the bathroom with the scale she’d bought from a convenient store last night, Emma was quick to place it on the ground and hop on. It had been her mission to enlarge herself and she knew she’d been successful. She’d gone up another size for her uniform a few weeks ago and it was probably coming time to retire her current one too! She was too consistent with her eating, too diligent with her laziness, and to enthralled by the results to fail. Today was the day she broke the 200-pound barrier. She was sure of it.

    Looking down upon her belly, Emma could tell the bloating had subsided from her feast last night. Not only had her stomach grown softer and larger with fresh layers of fat. Her ability to process and contain food had clearly increased. It took a lot more to paralyze herself into a food coma than it once had. As before, her belly wasn’t the only part of her inclined to accumulate additional fat. Her boobs continued to expand in size, her butt was rounding out, her thighs looked meatier and her arms appeared more substantial too. Her little double chin had grown a bit fuller; her face had a rounder quality to it that she’d never had before. It was hot. She could only hope that as she looked down, the number on the scale reflected the number she imagined in her excitedly beating heart.

    *197lbs*

    “Shit..” Emma groaned to herself in disappointment. She’d been trying for the last few days to bump herself over the 200-pound barrier, but it seemed her body was stubbornly resisting her efforts. She was certain she could push herself over the limit with a full belly, but she wanted to be over 200 pounds while her stomach was empty.

    As Emma gleefully imagined the glory of achieving such a level of fatness, she was startled by a knock on the bathroom door. Her mind first suspected Paul, but he had already gone to the park to try and sell some artwork. That really only left one person it could be.

    “Can you please hurry up? I’m going to be late for class.” Claire shyly pleaded from the other side of the door.

    “J-Just a minute!!” Emma replied, as she tried to shake off the surprise. Thank god she’d been wearing her pajamas. Err.. well, Claire’s pajamas. Hers hadn’t fit for a long time. In fact, Emma wasn’t sure how much longer even Claire’s larger pajamas would fit at the rate she was expanding. Flushing the toilet for cover, Emma stashed the scale under the sink. Running some water and pretending to wash her hands, Emma tried to sound concerned when she finally opened the door to face her sister, “What are you still doing here?”

    “I slept past my alarm.” Claire regretfully admitted, as she tried to squeeze by her enlarged sister, “I stayed up late last night with Paul again..”

    “Oh I know. I could hear you two. You’re gonna give those lovebirds in 2b a run for their money if you keep this up.” Emma teased, as Claire couldn’t hide a serious frown. Emma’s curiosity forced her to investigate, “What’s wrong?”

    “Nothing.” Claire refuted, as she tried to nudge her sister out of the doorway, but Emma wouldn’t move her chubby body one inch.

    “Come on. Out with it.” Emma demanded slightly amused she’d gotten so heavy that Claire couldn’t move her so easily.

    “I’m just stressed.” Claire wined, as she opened up, “Too much to do, not enough time.. I can’t seem to get into a good balance with school. I’m behind in most of my classes. I’ve had to ask for three extensions on papers this semester. I don’t know what to do.”

    “It’s obvious what you have to do. Stop being so busy and sit your butt down and work.” Emma honestly responded, as she noticed Claire didn’t seem to like what she was saying.

    “It’s not that easy.” Claire protested, “I want to get in shape. I want to get good grades. I want to save up money. I want to be a good girlfriend. I want..”

    “You can’t have everything you want! That’s not how the world works! You can’t stay up late having sex with your boyfriend every night and expect to show up to class rested and refreshed. You can’t juggle your internship, your studies, the gym, your friends, and your boyfriend and expect to excel at everything.” Emma declared to her sister, “You’re doing too much and if you don’t slow down, you’re gonna crash.”

    “But I can’t cut out the gym, I can’t cut class, I can’t stop showing up for my internship..” Claire argued not wanting to admit her sister had a point. She was going to continue, but before she could utter that she couldn’t let Paul down, Emma cut in.
     
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    “Paul will understand if you need some extra time to get your workload under control.” Emma roared, as she tried to knock some sense into her sister’s head.

    “but..” Claire weakly protested.

    “No buts.” Emma grunted.

    “But..” Claire protested a little louder.

    “No.” Emma shook her head without remorse.

    “He’s just been like super horny lately.” Claire burst, as Emma’s facial expression revealed her surprise, “Maybe it’s because I’ve lost weight but having sex with him recently feels like it did when we first started dating. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, and I don’t wanna stop. I don’t wanna lose that passion. It’s just been, like, really really good.”

    “Huh.” Emma uttered in a calm disbelief. How odd. She knew Paul preferred Claire with a little more meat on her bones. And to be perfectly honest, Claire’s weight loss had been a little slow, but it had been consistent. She had to be down to around 165lbs by now. There was no way that made Paul horny. The guy that had so forcefully opened Emma’s eyes to the whole feedee fetish couldn’t be passionate about Claire slimming down.

    “I don’t want you to think like the sex was ever bad.” Claire added unsure of how to interpret Emma’s pause, “Paul was always wonderful at getting me to..”

    “I get it. Paul’s amazing.” Emma cut her off not wanting to imagine her sister and Paul doing the deed. Sidelining her confusion about Paul’s apparently horny behavior recently with her sister, Emma focused herself on telling Claire what she needed to hear, “No matter how good it is, you can’t devote all your free time to your boyfriend. It’s just not a good idea. Do your schoolwork, write your papers, do your internship, but also hang out with your friends! Go to some parties, alone. Explore. Enjoy college for all it’s worth, because it will be over before you know it. You don’t want your boyfriend to be the only thing you remember from college.”

    “Why not? I love Paul.” Claire innocently responded in a way that reminded Emma a little too much of herself back when she was in college.

    “And I loved Scott!” Emma snapped, as Claire recoiled from the force of her sister’s voice. Noticing this, Emma toned her voice into something reflecting the concern she had for her sister, “I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did. You realize you don’t have to have sex with your boyfriend every night, right? Paul’s a cool guy, he wouldn’t be offended if you spent a few nights at your dorm to take care of your work, or if you hung out with friends more often without him.”

    “You think?” Claire asked innocently.

    “I know.” Emma assured her with a pat on the back, “You’ve got a good one. He’ll understand.”

    “Thanks sis.” Claire smiled, as Emma moved out of the doorway and let her have the bathroom. Appreciating her sister’s advice, Claire added, “You’re the best.”

    “I know. Be sure to tell Laura I’m officially your favorite sister.” Emma joked, as Claire giggled in response.

    Once Claire left, Emma had the apartment to herself for a short time before she had to get ready and get to work. On her short walk, Emma pondered what to eat later in the day to get herself over 200lbs and officially into serious fatty territory. Her mind mostly toyed with the idea of finally closing in on becoming the girl Paul had drawn for her, but as Paul crossed her mind, she began to think about him too.

    What her sister had revealed to her had been very surprising. Things didn’t add up. Emma had her suspicions, but she thought better then to give them much credence. Paul was a nice guy through and through. And she felt that in the month since his birthday they’d really gotten to know each other on a better level.

    The first lunch they’d shared had been a bit awkward, but with each passing week they’d schedule more and more little lunch breaks to simply hang out and talk. Paul was trying to be her friend and she’d been letting him. The way he talked about his art, and the way he listened to her stories made Emma feel much more appreciated.

    She wanted to forget what Claire had said to her about Paul being horny about her weight loss. Maybe there was some reason for it that Emma wasn’t seeing. Paul was a complex guy, maybe he’d face his demons and come out stronger for it. Then again, maybe it wasn’t Claire who was making him horny..
     

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