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BHM, XWG: Memories of a feeder lover . . .
Davids asleep now. I cant believe how fat he is. His bodys incredible. I dont know which of us is more turned on by it.
He was out three times this week, which Ive just started to realize is a lot for him now. It was great. We attract a lot of attention. I love it when peoples eyes bug out when they see him. David plays it to the hilt too. He went up to this gaggle of really hot guys and asked them where the food court was. He wanted so badly for them to make a comment. A few hundred pounds ago they might have, but today they just stood frozen trying to take in all of Davids bulk.
One of them volunteered the information slowly. I could tell David was disappointed. He loves to hear people comment on his body, but now theyre almost afraid of him. He joked about the guys as we sat down to the first lunch.
Guess I must not be fat enough, he said as he shoveled the chow mien.
Im really going to miss taking him to the mall.
The guyssome friends of oursare helping me install a pulley over the bed later today. David doesnt really need it yet, but its only a matter of time. Im also hoping itll show him where hes heading. I know weve always talked about immobility, but its really starting to become a reality now, and I just hope hes ready for it. He hardly ever mentions it.
I hope Im ready for it.
I love him, and I love his body. I get hard just watching him waddle. But it scares me to see how helpless hes becoming. I love caring for him, and I know Ill really get off on helping him more and more But what if I screw up? What if he falls? What if he gets sick and I cant move him? But we knew from our first conversation that this is what we both fantasized.
I remember the day he hit 280. I was so proud: I had packed a hundred pounds on him in less than a year. Honestly, fattening him wasnt all that hard, but his parents and all of our friends really freaked out. I expected that to dampen Davids enthusiasm, but it almost seemed to make him more determined. People telling him he had to lose weight pissed him off and made him want to eat with a vengeance. When we met he was beefy, nicely muscular, and looking for someone to help him gain. The night we celebrated 280 he was big and soft in my arms. As I fed him and fondled his rolls he said he didnt ever want to stop. Neither did I. He broke 300 less than a month later.
He wasnt fearless though. When he passed 350 things started changing. David was starting to have problems at work. His boss gave him less and less to do. He asked him about it, but he dismissed it as just a slump in business. David believed that until one day he was in the bathroom stall (the urinal wasnt an option at this point) and overheard two of his co-workers talking about what a freak he was turning into. I tried to be sympathetic to David, but I could also see how watching a guy double in size could be a little freaky. They said even clients were starting to comment.
At first David was furious. Then depressed. He even thought about losing weight. I felt like I was holding my breath during that time. I didnt want to see him lose an ounce, but I also didnt want to pressure him into anything. I told him Id support whatever he wanted to do, though secretly I despaired of seeing my beautiful obese lover slowly shrink before my eyes.
He talked of suing, but then decided he could actually do more damage by quitting and taking some major clients with him. That would also allow him to work from home. He said afterwards it was the best thing that could have happened in the long run. I agreed and imagined the day when well today.
When David starting working from home, his weight soared. He ate everything I fed him. I could barely keep food in the house. I think I was shopping almost every day. It was incredible.
The only other incident weve had was right after we celebrated 500 pounds. His parents were in town and we were taking them around to the tourist things. Well actually I ended up doing it. David had outgrown most standard tourist attractions by that point.
David had written them in a letter that hed gained quite a bit of weight, that he was even fatter than the last time theyd seen him. Wed hoped to prepare them for how big David had gotten and take some of the shock out of their arrival. But I guess nothing couldve prepared them for seeing their only son three times the size he used to be. Even though theyd seen him very fat, they still thought of him as the all-American jock he was in high school--hardly the quarter-ton beomouth he had become.
When we picked them up at the airport they didnt even recognize him. His father was in shock. I think his mother was on the verge of tears the whole trip back to our house. We made polite conversation at first, but it was pretty awkward. The visit was pretty icy, but it turned ugly one night when we were out to dinner.
Wed eaten out with them several times. They were almost accustomed to the fact that David couldnt fit in a booth; they were used to his pillowy bulk swallowing up the chair he was seated in; it might have even been funny that the chair that night broke to pieces under Davids great weight. But seeing his son struggling futility to get up off the floor was more than his father could take.
I was on the far side of the table or I would have immediately helped David up. Instead, Davids father held me back saying, He cant even get up, can he? David writhed, his huge rolls wobbled and shook and in a hundred different directions. He couldnt get the momentum he needed to turn over and get to his feet.
He just needs a little help, I said, moving to aid him.
No! His father grabbed me hard. I wanna see if this fat slob can stand up by himself.
His mother muttered under her breath, How could you let him get this way.
By this time David had stopped fighting with his mass.
Of course he can get up, I said. He does it every morning, hoping David would get the hint. He did.
Slowly he began rocking side to side until he had enough momentum to turn over onto his belly. Then his chubby fists grabbed the front legs of his mothers chair. He gradually helped himself up onto his knees resting his elbows on the seat. Red-faced and getting out of breath, he prepared for the final maneuver. He moved the swag of his belly aside carefully so as not to lose his balance, then he brought his knee up to plant one foot on the floor. I nearly cheered. He was going to make it. Then, using the back of the chair like a crutch, he helped himself to stand. It was a monumental feat for someone Davids size. He dusted himself off and glared at his father.
His father glared back, Not bad for a former gymnast.
That night I held David and he cried. He felt so shamed, not by how fat he wasanyone in that restaurant would have helped him upbut that his own father actually let him wallow there on the floor. He was so angry then.
Youre gonna make me the fattest thing hes ever seen, he said.
I think I already have, I said.
David and his father havent spoken since thenalmost a hundred and fifty pounds ago.
I cant believe how fat hes let me get him. I know its what he wants. And its such a sexual high to know that Ive created this massive beomouth.
Hes asleep now. His lunch nap. Its amazing how sexy I find this man whos so fat he can barely get around now. Look what Ive turned this former gymnast into: a beautiful immense pile of soft blubber, his body folding and sagging like dough.
The guys will be here pretty soon with the pulley and hardware to install it. They havent seen David in a couple months. Jack said to me last time he was here that David doesnt even look fatter to him any more, just bigger, just expanding. I guess thats true.
I cant wait till he starts to need that pulley.
Davids asleep now. I cant believe how fat he is. His bodys incredible. I dont know which of us is more turned on by it.
He was out three times this week, which Ive just started to realize is a lot for him now. It was great. We attract a lot of attention. I love it when peoples eyes bug out when they see him. David plays it to the hilt too. He went up to this gaggle of really hot guys and asked them where the food court was. He wanted so badly for them to make a comment. A few hundred pounds ago they might have, but today they just stood frozen trying to take in all of Davids bulk.
One of them volunteered the information slowly. I could tell David was disappointed. He loves to hear people comment on his body, but now theyre almost afraid of him. He joked about the guys as we sat down to the first lunch.
Guess I must not be fat enough, he said as he shoveled the chow mien.
Im really going to miss taking him to the mall.
The guyssome friends of oursare helping me install a pulley over the bed later today. David doesnt really need it yet, but its only a matter of time. Im also hoping itll show him where hes heading. I know weve always talked about immobility, but its really starting to become a reality now, and I just hope hes ready for it. He hardly ever mentions it.
I hope Im ready for it.
I love him, and I love his body. I get hard just watching him waddle. But it scares me to see how helpless hes becoming. I love caring for him, and I know Ill really get off on helping him more and more But what if I screw up? What if he falls? What if he gets sick and I cant move him? But we knew from our first conversation that this is what we both fantasized.
I remember the day he hit 280. I was so proud: I had packed a hundred pounds on him in less than a year. Honestly, fattening him wasnt all that hard, but his parents and all of our friends really freaked out. I expected that to dampen Davids enthusiasm, but it almost seemed to make him more determined. People telling him he had to lose weight pissed him off and made him want to eat with a vengeance. When we met he was beefy, nicely muscular, and looking for someone to help him gain. The night we celebrated 280 he was big and soft in my arms. As I fed him and fondled his rolls he said he didnt ever want to stop. Neither did I. He broke 300 less than a month later.
He wasnt fearless though. When he passed 350 things started changing. David was starting to have problems at work. His boss gave him less and less to do. He asked him about it, but he dismissed it as just a slump in business. David believed that until one day he was in the bathroom stall (the urinal wasnt an option at this point) and overheard two of his co-workers talking about what a freak he was turning into. I tried to be sympathetic to David, but I could also see how watching a guy double in size could be a little freaky. They said even clients were starting to comment.
At first David was furious. Then depressed. He even thought about losing weight. I felt like I was holding my breath during that time. I didnt want to see him lose an ounce, but I also didnt want to pressure him into anything. I told him Id support whatever he wanted to do, though secretly I despaired of seeing my beautiful obese lover slowly shrink before my eyes.
He talked of suing, but then decided he could actually do more damage by quitting and taking some major clients with him. That would also allow him to work from home. He said afterwards it was the best thing that could have happened in the long run. I agreed and imagined the day when well today.
When David starting working from home, his weight soared. He ate everything I fed him. I could barely keep food in the house. I think I was shopping almost every day. It was incredible.
The only other incident weve had was right after we celebrated 500 pounds. His parents were in town and we were taking them around to the tourist things. Well actually I ended up doing it. David had outgrown most standard tourist attractions by that point.
David had written them in a letter that hed gained quite a bit of weight, that he was even fatter than the last time theyd seen him. Wed hoped to prepare them for how big David had gotten and take some of the shock out of their arrival. But I guess nothing couldve prepared them for seeing their only son three times the size he used to be. Even though theyd seen him very fat, they still thought of him as the all-American jock he was in high school--hardly the quarter-ton beomouth he had become.
When we picked them up at the airport they didnt even recognize him. His father was in shock. I think his mother was on the verge of tears the whole trip back to our house. We made polite conversation at first, but it was pretty awkward. The visit was pretty icy, but it turned ugly one night when we were out to dinner.
Wed eaten out with them several times. They were almost accustomed to the fact that David couldnt fit in a booth; they were used to his pillowy bulk swallowing up the chair he was seated in; it might have even been funny that the chair that night broke to pieces under Davids great weight. But seeing his son struggling futility to get up off the floor was more than his father could take.
I was on the far side of the table or I would have immediately helped David up. Instead, Davids father held me back saying, He cant even get up, can he? David writhed, his huge rolls wobbled and shook and in a hundred different directions. He couldnt get the momentum he needed to turn over and get to his feet.
He just needs a little help, I said, moving to aid him.
No! His father grabbed me hard. I wanna see if this fat slob can stand up by himself.
His mother muttered under her breath, How could you let him get this way.
By this time David had stopped fighting with his mass.
Of course he can get up, I said. He does it every morning, hoping David would get the hint. He did.
Slowly he began rocking side to side until he had enough momentum to turn over onto his belly. Then his chubby fists grabbed the front legs of his mothers chair. He gradually helped himself up onto his knees resting his elbows on the seat. Red-faced and getting out of breath, he prepared for the final maneuver. He moved the swag of his belly aside carefully so as not to lose his balance, then he brought his knee up to plant one foot on the floor. I nearly cheered. He was going to make it. Then, using the back of the chair like a crutch, he helped himself to stand. It was a monumental feat for someone Davids size. He dusted himself off and glared at his father.
His father glared back, Not bad for a former gymnast.
That night I held David and he cried. He felt so shamed, not by how fat he wasanyone in that restaurant would have helped him upbut that his own father actually let him wallow there on the floor. He was so angry then.
Youre gonna make me the fattest thing hes ever seen, he said.
I think I already have, I said.
David and his father havent spoken since thenalmost a hundred and fifty pounds ago.
I cant believe how fat hes let me get him. I know its what he wants. And its such a sexual high to know that Ive created this massive beomouth.
Hes asleep now. His lunch nap. Its amazing how sexy I find this man whos so fat he can barely get around now. Look what Ive turned this former gymnast into: a beautiful immense pile of soft blubber, his body folding and sagging like dough.
The guys will be here pretty soon with the pulley and hardware to install it. They havent seen David in a couple months. Jack said to me last time he was here that David doesnt even look fatter to him any more, just bigger, just expanding. I guess thats true.
I cant wait till he starts to need that pulley.
