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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  4. Jul 24, 2019 #24

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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
     

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