Sidiwen

This is a really beautiful story. Thank you.

Is there anyone in Asia who likes to be fed? Or Likes to feed? It is really hard to find anyone over here who is into the culture...wouldn't mind just someone to chat to about it. Steve

This is a great story! Original and (kind of) believable. Great job

This is a great story. It smacks of reality, possibility, and fantasy all in one. Wonderful style and a great idea.

Hey Bobsithoto1, thanks for the kind words. I keep meaning to write a sequel of sorts with the "what happens next" stuff. I WILL get around to it some day. Thanks again for being nice! Steve

I am sure you knew but I simply meant that this comic was drawn in a plausible and somewhat realistic way as opposed to pure fantasy (as others have said) such as take a pill, fatten up to 1500lbs overnight etc. It's all good stuff, I just liked Kastemel's theoretically possible approach. The difference between Star Wars and Jason Bourne perhaps; both are pure fantasy but one is grounded in a world that feels real...any idea that either could actually happen is, I agree, somewhat hmm... Thanks again Kastemel.

Cool idea. Very creative. Thanks for sharing. Steve

Just wanted to say thanks to all the people who said nice things. It is really encouraging to have feedback, and when it is positive feedback well that is even better. Just so you know I am thinking about a "sequel" of sorts. IT is hard once the original exposition is over but I have a few ideas. And if you liked my work I did do a couple of others picture stories that I mention above; "a roll model for eating" and "Jasmine's first 20kg". A quick search on the board and you will find them. Thanks again everyone. Steve

This is plain and simple on of the best if not THE best weight gain comic ever written. Great stuff. Not to say that others are bad...there is a lot of fantastic work out there; this is just so "real" in every aspect. And for those of us who love the realism and the genuine possibility of it all this just works; and it is a great read too even without the fantasy stuff. Love your work Kastemel. Steve

Thanks to bobbyfad and kirbyx89 for the replies; it is nice to know that people liked it. I have written others but I am not prolific. And I like to try different styles. You could check out "Jasmines first 20kg" and "A Roll model for eating" both on this forum and both picture stories... I like a story that might have happened; and most of mine have in some way actually occurred.

Great little cartoon! Thanks. Steve

Continued 9 (final) As Lynn washed her sweat away she realised with a start just how hungry she was. And her hunger made her think of John. “Crap” she said aloud to nobody. She changed into a pair of loose designer pants and an expensive T shirt and went to the juice bar at the front and ordered a smoothy. Any hopes she had of that hitting the spot were dashed as she gulped it down in one and still felt a gnawing emptiness in her belly. And then she thought about the pie shop that they had gone to before; it was near here and they had healthy food as well. Maybe she could go in there and experiment with their healthier foods for when John came back; a half-hearted workout and the thought of food comforted her as she paid up and left to head off to the Pie shop. “Hey there, you're the food critic right?” said the smiling waiter as she entered the pie shop. “Haha, yes, that’s me”, she answered, not really sure what to say. “You want try them all today?” rejoined the waiter with no particular motive other than conversation. “Oh no, I couldn’t. Just looking at the health food options today…” “Hmmm, that’s a shame, we have a brand new selection of flavours. I was hoping you were going to help us promote them!” “New? What have you got?” And like so many times recently she knew she should not have asked… “Let me serve them up for you…be glad of your opinion.” And 30 seconds later two pies arrived for Lynn to try. She looked at the pies, thought about her workout, rubbed a confused hand over her softening belly, and tucked in. Delicious. Really delicious. Lynn finished the pies in a couple of minutes and was just thinking about paying up and leaving when the next round of pies arrived. “I assumed you wanted to try them all like last time.” said the waiter. And the weird thing was, she kind of did… “Well not all of them, but certainly all the new ones.” she said before she could think properly. As she ate her way deliriously through the 5 new flavours of pie she couldn't stop thinking of John and how he would be enjoying this. “Damn it” she said to herself through delicious mouthfuls of pastry and meat, “what am I doing?” But she couldn't help herself, she was caught up in the moment and already transported to another world; a world of pleasure where John was feeding her bite by bite. The five new flavours went down so easily it almost frightened her. She knew she could eat more. Could she really eat all the ten flavours? John would love that! She wanted to text him in between bites but she had promised to be independent for ten days and she would keep to that. But still the thought of finishing all ten for John kept racing through her mind. After the 7th pie she was too stuffed to think about anything but going home and taking a nap on the couch. As she left the pie shop owner handed her a bag with the same set of cakes she had taken home last time. “We know you love our stuff, its the least we can do.” Was everybody working against her staying slim? She looked in the bag and was amazed by how good it smelt after eating so many meat pies. 6 sweet pastries and a short nap later and her afternoon was pretty much over. Her workout would have to start in earnest tomorrow, this was her last chance… 10 days passed… John was nervous. He hadn't seen Lynn for 10 days and he knew that she wanted the time apart to slim down. He was torn between what he loved for himself and being in love with Lynn. He wanted her to be happy and if that meant her being slim then he would have to live with that. He had realised more and more how much she meant to him regardless of “feeding”. He was waiting for her in the same bar where they had their first feeding session. Lyn had chosen it. He assumed she wanted to put the feeding “monster” finally to rest and reclaim their bar for herself. And that was okay with him. He loved her no matter what; and this is what he wanted to tell her today. “Sorry I am late.” Said a voice that he knew so well. He had missed her even though it had only been ten days without contact. “I couldn’t find anything to wear.” And as she walked slowly over to him John could see why. The slightly chubby Lynn of two weeks ago had been replaced by a women who was know only half a meal away from really being called fat. John was gobsmacked. Not only had she not slimmed down but she had gained even more. And faster than before. Her wardrobe was all new and that could only be because nothing from her old wardrobe would have fit her now. She had exploded in the last ten days. Even her face was chubby now. His own face must have shown what he was feeling because Lynn just said, “Yes, 10kg. I gained 10kg in one week..." “But I thought…how…I mean…” John stammered. “Well, lets just say that 10 pies is not a problem anymore…took me a couple of days to get there but then after that it was very easy. You might need to increase the limit now!” “But…what about the flights this weekend…I mean they won’t be happy…” John couldn't even speak properly. Lynn look down at her round belly poking though the buttons of her new shirt, patted her soft, plump thighs already stretching against the jeans she had just bought two days ago, adjusted her already full larger size bra and then thoughtfully stroked her plump double chin... “I think I have made my choice John. I suspect they will too…I know now what you really like. And guess what? I like what you like. Now, how about you order up dinner for a starving girl. And you had better make it a LOT more than the last time we were here…”

Continued 8 “Cheque”, yelled John as he downed his last beer. Her belly was round, hard and magnificent with a layer of growing softness on top of that and he couldn’t control himself any longer. Her shirt that had started out “just fitting” was now near bursting at the belly with the amount of food in her stomach. And there were chocolate stains down the front where some of the cake had fallen as she stuffed it into her mouth. They made love in the car park once before going home and made love again in his apartment. When John woke her up in the morning her belly was still hard from all the previous night's food. They made love once again before John went to work. She looked at her stuffed belly and couldn’t believe she had, again, eaten that much…no, actually, more! She would need to go to the gym for four hours a day for a week just to work that food off. But work it off she would because she was not going to get fat, she really wasn’t. John went off to work. He didn’t have the luxury of her schedule. When she was working she was “on” for the whole time but then she got two weeks off at a time some times. She didn’t have to work for another 14 days as she waited for her next international rotation. She often hung out at John’s apartment and she was very familiar with it. But it felt different now somehow. The sex made everything different…she wandered around the apartment like a lioness; hunting. Could she actually be hungry? Her stomach growled. Really? She looked in his cupboards; eggs, fresh bread, cereals, fruit, milk, juice. This guy kept a great house; how come she had never noticed before? I guess he wouldn’t mind if I had a little snack for breakfast. And just like that Lynn, who rarely ate breakfast at home (the hotel stay last time had been her first time doing regular breakfast) became someone who ate breakfast. And what a breakfast she had. A combination of boredom, post sex euphoria, and an expanded capacity, Lynn found herself “snacking” on cereal, eggs, toast, juice, milk, fresh fruit and even finished it off with half a packet of Oreos from the cupboard. As she ate she found herself thinking of John and her hand found its way behind her thighs… “Christ what is happening to me…” Then John called her. There was a problem in an out of town office and he had to go on a business trip for ten days starting tomorrow. He hated it too but he had no choice. But could they meet tonight? They still didn't know what this was but spending time together was becoming more and more normal. "But I just got back..." she started, and then she thought, hang on this will be great, I can actually have time to work on my figure. She would miss him but this is what she needed to get herself back on track. Last night's stuffing did not help her lose weight - she knew that for sure - and this could be the best chance she had to stop this thing...maybe in the future she could manage it with the occasional stuffing to keep John happy; but she would have to work out like crazy this week. And she would need to ban John from Skype feeding her for the next ten days if she could...but could she? The next ten days would tell... That night John took her to an Italian restaurant that they liked and Lynn happily got stuck into the delicious food secure in the knowledge that starting tomorrow she would be hitting the gym...hard. She even allowed John to feed her a second dessert before they went back to John's house to make love. Leaving John's house she had to admit she was feeling a little peckish as she drove home. Tomorrow the gym would start in earnest and so she forgave herself today, so much so that she drove through the 24 hour fast food place and picked up a burger, fries, and some nuggets to calm her still hungry belly. As she ate the fast food she looked down at her belly and waived it good bye. From tomorrow it would be gradually disappearing. Without John around and on her own home turf she could work harder than ever before and get back in shape. That was the plan. And then, just because she knew it would make John happy, she texted him "Got peckish on the way home, having a burger, fries, and nuggets for you. This is the last time though baby...Tomorrow the gym! Love Lynn." A groggy John, waking at 5 to catch a plane read his text from Lynn. "God I love this girl." He said aloud to no one. He had already had more than he could ever have imagined from Lynn and he was just happy that she had given him these few weeks. He knew he liked her, knew he wanted to be with her, but could he do it if they were a "normal" couple, without his dark passenger? He hoped so. She was worth it. And they would always have the memories. She had allowed him more stuffings than he had ever imagined in his whole life. And when she sent him texts like this one he really felt like she understood him. Was he wrong to hope that she was actually enjoying this lifetsyle...? Regardless he would be there for her this week when what she needed was to, at the least, take a break. He liked her that much. Ten days without John, and 12 days till her next flight scheduled. Gym, gym, gym. She was not as excited about it as she thought she would be. She used to love her independence, her gym and her freedom; time to be alone, but she found herself thinking about John. But now was not the time for a lack of resolve. Her alarm went off at 6am and she dressed quickly in one of her many gym outfits; sports bra and bike shorts. A look in the mirror told her that, at over 60kg now, her body did not look the same in this outfit as it once did. What was once a smooth and sleek line from bra to bike shorts now looked a little more like a short sausage grabbed at both ends; her stomach and waste bulged out all around the area between the pants and the top and her breasts, which had also increased in size, squeezed out just enough to be noticeable at the sides of the garment where the cloth stops and her arms start. Her arms she noticed had also pudged up a little bit. When had her definition disappeared? And her thighs, it was like they had been divided into two halves; the sleek top half held in place under the control of the bike shorts and the bottom chubby half where her thighs escaped the confines of the shorts that fit some 13kg before. And how was she going to lose 13kg in less than two weeks. Well at least if she dropped 2 or 3 kilos she would be back to a manageable weight for now. After sizing herself up in the mirror she decided to throw an old large size T shirt over the top of her workout gear. She didn't look bad, she thought, but she would be meeting up with her gym friends and, well, they were gym friends…best not to show 13kg of new fat too obviously when you hadn't seen them for a while. Surprisingly she got through a workout without too many disparaging looks from her old workout friends. But between the extra weight and the very light workout schedule she had been on (she found herself thinking, was “sweating because you ate too much considered a workout?”) she found that she couldn't keep going very long. After about 15 minutes on the treadmill and a half hour of stretches she was completely exhausted. She forced herself to lift a couple of dumbbells in a vague attempt at doing a full workout and then hit the showers. She knew somehow that this was not a great workout but between the amount of sweat and how exhausted she felt she congratulated herself. After she left her gym friends, who had indeed been surprised by her chubbier appearance, finally broke silence and chatted with each other…”Can you believe how chubby Lynn got?”

Continued 7 "Delivery for Ms Lynn." She accepted the package and opened it. It was a uniform. Identical to hers. But two sizes bigger than she normally wore; this was actually the biggest size they had. And then she thought about her friend she had seen when she was eating cakes; it had to be her, she must have ordered a large for me. Her eyes teared up but for different reasons. She tried the uniform on and it fit perfectly and was even a fraction loose - though not as loose as she would have imagined. At the airport before they flew all her colleagues were very impressed that her uniform was loose again and congratulated her on losing weight. Some of them looked a little quizzical as they matched her rounder face with the loose uniform but in the end the uniform was the measure and they assumed that she had lost weight (in fact most of them assumed her round face was because she had taken some kind of weight loss drug and was holding water). She had no room to grow but at least she had been saved this trip. Her friend (who had indeed sent her the new uniform) just looked at her and smiled enigmatically...then whispered in her ear "you need to make a choice babe...choose well." Back home and Lynn couldn't wait to see John. She knew that this time she would be strong enough to stop their feeding sessions and she told him as much on the phone when they arranged to meet at their usual bar. Lynn was wearing the same men's shirt and jeans at she had worn in their first overseas Skype stuffing. With an extra 10 kilos this was one of the only outfits that still fit her. John noted, half in pleasure half in sympathy, that the shirt was considerably tighter than it had been even over that first Skype session. She wasn't fat but there was a distinct, what did they call it...? Oh yes, a muffin top. And as she walked towards him he noted that the buttons at her belly were straining to keep the two halves of the shirt closed. When she sat her belly pushed the buttons slightly sideways as they fought to contain her softened mid riff. She was sitting directly in the middle of regular and plump. She was clearly "fatter". Her bust, always impressive, dared onlookers to sneak a peak through the gap it caused in the line of the shirt between the buttons above and below her chest area. "Wow, you look fantastic," burst out of John before he could stop himself. As Lynn looked into John's lustful eyes she felt her resolve fading. "You like my belly don't you?" "Pardon me?" "You heard me..." "Um, yeh," John stammered, still not used to being so honest about his particular likes. "Touch it..." "Huh." "Go on, touch it...it will be gone soon so enjoy it while you can" John leant over and placed his hand on Lynn's belly. The waiter who had cleaned up after them after the first chocolate cake night walked past and did a double take wondering for a second if that was the same "chick" before he realised what was going on. With a slight nod of his head to no one in particular he walked on. Lynn and John sat in conversation sharing a few quiet beers; the air thick between them but resolved, for about twenty minutes. Then the food arrived. The same order they had had a few weeks ago. The waiter brought it over himself saying… "I took the liberty of ordering for you two, you seemed really happy just sitting there and I know lovers sometimes forget small details like actually ordering...so...I took care of it." "But we didn't..." John began before being cut off by a hand on his arm from Lynn. The waiter made a hasty retreat. Lynn looked from the food to John and then back to the food her resolve crumbling as her passion rose. “Feed me.” she whispered almost inaudibly. “But I thought we had to stop...” “I don’t care what I said…feed me.” “Are you sure?” “No, but hurry up before I change my mind…and this is definitely the last time...” It was the exact meal he had ordered a few weeks ago. He desperately wanted to see her eat it again; but this time…well this time it would be a little different… The difference was, it was easy. No question about it. And the food was not enough… Lynn ate her way easily through the platter, the pasta slid down more easily than she expected, and the chicken was consumed with passion but with less difficulty than the last time. The Quesadillas slid down without complaint and the garlic bread and stuffed peppers were merely a compliment to her 8 or 9 beers. She was full but she wasn’t “uncomfortably full”. What was happening? She could see it in John’s eyes; this was not enough for him either. She would have to excel herself to get that same feeling. She was full, but could she eat more? She wanted him so badly…she had to do it. “I want more.” “wh-wh-wh-what?” John stammered. He almost climaxed on the spot. He couldn’t believe it. She wanted more. “You heard me…I want dessert…order me dessert. And don’t skimp on the cream…” John couldn’t believe it. He had felt like she was not as passionate eating as before; the feast wasn’t that spectacular, but it was just that she had eaten it all so easily. It wasn't a "stuffing". And she knew it. But now she wanted dessert…he ordered two cheesecakes topped with ice cream and cream and, just in case, two servings of the bar's famous sinful chocolate cake that she had eaten four pieces of on their first night together. He spooned the cheesecake piece by piece into her waiting mouth until she became impatient. Finishing the cheesecake she grabbed the chocolate cakes from the plate and in a move that surprised even herself she crammed both of them into her face in three pieces each.

Continued 6 "If you are full just take it easy, just taste the dessert baby." "John, I have to tell you something...when you asked me if I had eaten dinner I actually lied. We had pizza tonight and I also had a Sundae and Viennese coffee. I should have told you but I was embarrassed because I ate so much! I never do that - without you I mean." John was mortified but excited at the same time. She had already eaten a big meal and still had eaten two plates of pasta, bread, and soup, and drunk half a bottle of wine. And it was for him; he knew that. Wow. "Honey (she noted again that he called her honey!), that's fine. Take it easy. I was just worried about you going hungry...but this was a amazing. I have to tell you this was the hottest Skype session I have ever had. I know this is not your "lifestyle" but it made me feel so sexy just now." "Me too," said Lynn. And she meant it. She had loved stuffing herself for him, seeing his eyes get that look that said "I want you" so clearly. And she had seen his enjoyment VERY clearly, even across the slightly fuzzy Skype camera. They signed off and Lynn lay down on the bed and fell immediately into a stuffed stupor. Her dreams were vivid though as she thought of John and what he would be doing to her if he had been in the same room with her. She woke up a few hours later, it was still dark outside, and she felt flushed still as though John was with her now. She looked at the uneaten cheesecake and felt suddenly as though John was making love to her. Even though it was midnight and she should be sleeping she grabbed chunks of cheesecake in her hands and stuffed it into her mouth not stopping until they were both gone. She climaxed with the last bite still thinking of John. She was full with rich creamy deliciousness beyond belief and a wonderful feeling of well being. As she drifted back to sleep she emailed John from her phone. It was mid morning and John was in the office when he got an email from Lynn. "I just ate the cheesecakes at midnight. For you. XXX." On a whim she had signed it "(Getting) Fat Girl". John's response was completely inappropriate for the office and he had to think about sports for several minutes before turning back to his work. It was like the flood gates had opened for Lynn that night. The next morning at the breakfast buffet as her colleagues were eating their usual toast or fruit and black coffee Lynn ate what they ate but then, saying that she needed hit the gym for some extra sessions, she remained behind as they went shopping and she did the rounds by herself of the whole buffet, trying as many dishes as she could. It wasn't a stuffing but it certainly wasn't the breakfast of someone who was trying to lose weight. Eggs, bacon, cereal, toast, fruit juice, French Toast and finished off with a couple of croissants and some coffee. What was wrong with her...? She had to start going to the gym today... As she donned her (not surprisingly) snug workout gear after breakfast she realised that she hadn't been to the gym for a few days. She weighed herself while she dressed and she had gone up another one and a half kilos this week. She was sure that one kilo alone was from yesterday's stuffing but her snacking and breakfasts were not helping. The gym went without incident but she felt slower and more sluggish and it was hard to get motivated even though she wanted to lose weight. She stretched for about 20 minutes, went on the running machine for about ten before she felt tired and then finished off with a few more stretches. But at least she had started. This was a long layover but she still only had about 6 days to lose some weight; though it hadn't gone very well so far. Feeling pleased with herself she dressed and went out for the day meeting up with colleagues for lunch at a local deli. She proudly proclaimed that she had spent the morning in the gym and they were, genuinely, pleased for and with her. Her red face helped give the gym story credibility though in truth she was just red from walking to the restaurant. her fitness was slipping. After lunch they went their separate ways shopping, sightseeing and whatnot. It was during the afternoon that she got an email from John setting up their Skype chat for the evening (no food he promised!) and she started to get excited about talking to him. Was this going to be a daily thing now? We're they dating? Could they date without food...she hoped so...but then again... Thinking about John made her stomach yearn to be filled and she stopped at a sidewalk cafe and ordered a Latte and a slice of cake. And a second slice of cake. And a third. Her rationale was that she had worked out hard today and this was her reward. And it tasted so good. While she was eating it she reread emails from John and she felt happy. Out of the corner of her eye Lynn saw her best friend from the airline walking across the street. Hopefully she hadn't seen her eating cake(s). Lynn didn't know but her friend had indeed seen her at the cafe eating not one but all three pieces of cake. By the end of the week she would be very glad she had been spotted… And so this is how her week went. When she was under the judging eye of her colleagues she would eat salad and she would talk about her workouts at the gym every day. Her colleagues would praise her for her efforts even though they had not seen the results yet. But when she was alone she found herself hungry, very hungry, and she would sneak into the breakfast buffet after everyone had left and go into town by herself to have sweets and cakes and milk shakes. And always she was thinking about John and how he made her feel when she was full. And then at night she and John would Skype together. Every night she would say this was the last time but every night she found herself staring into his eyes and wanting to be stuffed until she couldn't move. Her capacity, as well as John's capacity to enjoy, were growing daily. And with only a salad for dinner she was ridiculously hungry each night. She was consuming enough food for two or three people each night. She had gone up to 57kg by now and was almost 10 kilos bigger than when they had started. She enjoyed the week but by the end she was getting more and more scared about wearing that uniform. Her indulgence was becoming real. She would have to wear that uniform tomorrow and if she couldn't fit into it she didn't know what she would do. It was her work and she had to wear it. Gingerly she pulled it out of the coset and tried it on. She was shocked to find she couldn't even get the skirt past her thighs even with the zipper fully open. And the top couldn't even close around her belly let alone zip up and her arms filled the sleeves like overstuffed sausages. Tears were just starting to well up in her eyes when there was a knock at the door.