BilledMeUp

It’s crazy how little your face has changed.

You are looking amazingly beautiful in that tiny bikini, and I love the way you fill out those jeans. Thank you for sharing. 

Wow, hips, thighs, booty, belly…she puts it all on display and with a pretty face.  Also, look at those chunky arms. Wish she was our weather girl. 

Belle goes on vacation with her fat friend. The results are liberating for mind and body.
Belle Chapter 4: Belle’s Vacation
PROLOG
After college I took a job that kept me on my feet all day in the summer in the hot, humid, Georgia sun. In the winter I would be at my desk all day catching up on paperwork. As a result, in the summer I would get rail thin and in the winter I would plump up a bit. It was always easy for me to drop the weight in the spring as soon as I got back out into the field.
I’ll tell more about that later. For now, fast forward almost 15 years. I’m a married, 36-year old mother of two, with a husband who loves to cook. The summer job is gone, kids are in school, and I am at my computer all day, every day. I no longer have the metabolism of a hummingbird and some of the pounds I gain in the winter start to stick around through the summer. Each year it seems a few more pounds creep on in the winter and a few less are gone in the spring.
Three more years go by, it’s 2013. Although we live in different parts of the state, I am still close with Em, my best friend from college. With the rise in social media we keep in touch daily on Facebook, but I haven’t seen her in years. One day in early spring, Em calls me, “It’s been 20 years. Let’s go to Panama City. Just you and me.”
She was referring to our wild spring break in Florida during freshman year (see Belle, Chapter 3). I say, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve got the job and the kids.”
“Michael can take care of the kids. Your Mom will help. Your job will be there when you get back. They can do without you for two weeks.”
“Two weeks! Are you crazy?”
“Yes, what else is new?”
My first reaction was to say no. Then, I thought, “Why not?”
One week later I was ready to pack my bags and there lies the rub. What was I going to wear? It had been a good holiday season and the eating didn’t stop there. I was working at home, sitting on my ass all day. It was hard to stay away from the refrigerator. The pounds had been creeping on and I hadn’t had a chance to lose any.
I decided to weigh myself…137…ouch. I was a good 20 pounds over my normal summer weight. At 5’ 7” I wasn’t fat, not even chubby. I like to think I was just curvy.
So, what to Pack? First, I needed to try a few things on. I couldn’t even get the zipper up on my size 4 shorts. I had some size 6’s that I could button but they weren’t very comfortable. I packed them anyway along with some light-weight jogging shorts with elastic waistbands. My tops were OK, just a little snugger than normal.
Next came the bikinis. They fit OK, but I didn’t look the same in them. I was happy with the tops. My fuller boobs actually filled out the B-cups better than when I was thinner.  The bottoms were a different story. When I stood straight and sucked in, I thought I looked pretty sleek. When I let it out, I had a soft little belly bulge that turned into two distinct rolls when I sat down.
The bikinis were in. To be safe, I threw in a one-piece too.
I also packed a couple of delightfully comfortable sun dresses. A sun dress makes a great cover-up over a bikini or over nothing if you are hanging out at home. Those things are terrific if you eat too much. The elastic bodice expands and the gathered skirt is full enough to hide a basketball.
In addition, I brought along two of those long stretchy cotton dresses that are like floor-length t-shirts. They are very comfy, but cling to every curve.
I was soon on my way. It wasn’t long before I was in Florida hugging Em.
ON VACATION, OFF THE DIET
I have to say there was more of Em to get my arms around. Em was always large and in charge, but at that point she was a few sizes larger than back in college. That didn’t stop her. Em is a party girl who eats what she wants, drinks what she wants, does what she wants, and doesn’t worry.
I might also mention that Em has had quite a succession of boy toys over the years. We are such opposites, maybe that’s why we are attracted to each other. She lets go, and I always try to be in control.
I could tell by the way she looked at me that she noticed that I had filled out some since the last time we saw each other. She probably felt it too when we embraced. “You look good,” was all she said.
“You mean fat?”
“No, I mean good. You’ve filled out a little but it really looks good. You look healthier and younger.”
“OK, OK, I’ll buy it.”
“Look at this,” Em said, changing the subject. As she said this, she lifted her top exposing a round, full belly packed into some tight white shorts. “Look,” she jammed both thumbs under the waistband and pulled out. “I’ve lost 10 pounds…down to almost 240. I cut back on desserts and started taking some Zumba classes. Now I can eat what I want for the next two weeks and go home at my normal weight –
250.
“You plan to gain 10 pounds in two weeks?” I said, almost incredulously.
Why not? Maybe more. I’m planning some good eatin’.”
“OK, whatever.”
Em always had some deal going and this vacation was no exception. The timing was just before official spring break season. She had a friend who got us a two-bedroom suite on the beach at an off season rate. Plus she had some kind of credits so the whole stay was almost free. She admitted later that she had banged the assistant manager a few times and he comp’d her the room on a promise of a few “favors” later (which he collected during our stay). We just had to pay some resort fees that he couldn’t escape. I guess he must be an FA. The suite was great because we had a common living area and kitchen where we could hang out together plus our own bedrooms and bathrooms where we could get away to be alone.
The place was an imitation of a Residence Inn and came with free breakfast and free happy hours.
It was Friday night, getting late, and we were both starving. Em knew of a nearby restaurant that had an all-you-can eat fish fry every Friday night. It sounded perfect. They were almost ready to close when we got there. By the time we got our third serving of greasy batter-fried fish and fries, we were the last ones in the place and the waitress was giving us dirty looks.
I was so stuffed I could hardly make the short walk back to the hotel. “Em,” I said, “I can’t keep eating like this or you’ll have to roll me back to Georgia.”
“Relax. This was just a little reunion dinner. You’ll be fine. We’ll slow down.”
If we really slowed down, I wouldn’t be writing this story, but at that moment I went along with it.
When we got to the hotel lobby, Em said, “We need a little dessert. Look over there. They have pints of Ben and Jerry’s. Do you want Chunky Monkey or Cherry Garcia?”
“Um, er…”
“C’mon, it’s only a pint. It won’t kill you.” She turned to the desk clerk. “We’ll take both and charge them to our room.” She looked around at me and added, “We can eat one now and save one for later.”
Up in our suite, we talked until the wee hours, catching up. By the time we were done, so were both pints of ice cream. A Ben and Jerry’s night cap became an almost daily ritual.
The next morning we got to experience the free breakfast for the first time. It was all-you-can-eat and just fabulous. The hot stuff was always hot and the cold stuff was cold and fresh.
The breakfast changed a little every day so we didn’t get bored. For example, the eggs were made to order so you could have any kind you wanted. The breakfast meat varied and sometimes they had pancakes or French toast. They also had different types of cereals, pastries, toast, yogurts, juices and fruit.
We really liked the do-it-yourself Belgian Waffle maker. After a couple of days we got pretty good at using it. The waffles were hot and fresh and there was plenty of sticky syrup plus a sweet strawberry topping and whipped cream. No matter what else we ate each day, we almost always had a waffle.
Bottom line was that we made pigs of ourselves on day one and every other morning. Did I mention that it was all-you-can-eat and free? We never went away hungry.
After breakfast on day one, we went down to the beach and took a long walk. The sand was white and the water was blue. Since it was pre-season, it wasn’t crowded and we felt like we owned that beautiful, wide beach. Because it was early spring, the Gulf water was still chilly. It took some getting used to, but we got in and had a nice, refreshing swim.
On day two we took a shorter walk and only waded in the water.
On days 3 through 16, we lounged by the pool slathered in tanning butter and went in for a dip whenever we got too hot. We drank lots of beer to quench our thirst, and there were always plenty of snacks if we got hungry.
In the evenings, Em was in charge. She knew all the best places. The hotel offered a free happy hour with a limit of two beers or two glasses of wine. We always went off to dinner with a happy little buzz. For dinner, Em knew where the food was good and the service was fast. For after-hours, she knew where to find the hottest clubs.
I made some discoveries during those 16 days in Panama City. I’ll start with the silliest and move to the most profound.
BELLE’S EPIPHANIES:
1. KRISPY KREME
I always liked a donut once in a while, but could generally take them or leave them. Well, let me tell you, my world opened up when I discovered Krispy Kreme. There was a Krispy Kreme store about a block from our hotel. On the third day, Em said, “The hotel’s donuts are OK, but let’s get some KK’s.” In place of a walk on the beach, we did a one block walk to Krispy Kreme.
“Hm, OK.”
Once there, Em ordered a dozen. I thought that was for both of us. “No,” she said. “You get your own.”
I said, “You can’t eat them all by yourself.”
“No? Just watch. Not all right now, but I’ll get to them eventually.”
We each got a dozen original glazed and coffee.
Three were gone before I knew it. I stopped myself and drank some coffee and then polished off number four. Back at the pool, I had another one just before lunch and three more as a mid-afternoon snack. One disappeared while we were getting ready for happy hour. The final three made a nice bedtime snack.
Twelve original glazed KK’s in one day. I looked up the calories later: 190 per donut makes for over 2,000 extra calories in donuts in one day.
My trips to KK became an almost daily pilgrimage. I didn’t always eat a full dozen in one day, but I ate plenty. During the second week, I started to experiment with different varieties like chocolate covered, cream-filled and jellies.
On our last full day, I set a goal. One dozen variety pack consumed in one day. Mission accomplished. I realized later that was almost 4,000 calories.
2. TOYS
Sex life with my BHM husband has been very good. No complaints. When he was out of town, I would sometimes pleasure myself the old fashioned way. Variety would mean switching from two fingers to three. Thanks to Em something new came into my life on this vacation.
One morning I was getting ready for breakfast and needed to ask Em something. The door to her room was ajar and I heard some buzzing. I thought she was probably just shaving her legs. I pushed open the door and stepped in to ask the question. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Em was laying on her back, stark naked with her knees sticking up. With one hand she was fondling her big round belly and boobs and with the other she was thrusting a vibrator between her legs. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly.  I was frozen for a few seconds and then tried to back out quietly before she saw. Unfortunately, I accidentally knocked over a lamp.
Em sat up with a start. She must have seen the horror in my eyes at being caught invading her privacy. Almost immediately she started laughing. “Haven’t you ever seen another girl getting it on before?”
“Well, er, not exactly.”
“Do you have one of these?” The dido was still stuck in her vagina. She pulled it out and held up for me to see.
“Um…” What could I say? The answer was no.
“I thought so. I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
Em got up off the bed, still naked and unashamed. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small package from her top drawer. She then walked toward me and stretched out her arm, “Here. It’s a pocket rocket. It’s a present. Please take it and give me a few minutes…I have some unfinished business.”
I was stunned. I thanked her and went back to my room to examine my new toy. It wasn’t fancy, just a basic vibrator. I stuck in my bottom drawer and didn’t think I would ever use it.
A couple of days later Em and I went to a club after dinner. We met a couple of nice guys who bought us a couple of drinks and we let them dance with us. I’ll call them Joe 1 and 2. Em was getting pretty friendly with Joe 2 and I knew she was going to end up bringing him back to the hotel.
I was the wing man. There was no way I was going to cheat on my wonderful husband. My job was to keep Joe 1 going long enough for Em to close the deal with Joe 2. Joe 1 was really cute and about ten years younger than me. I am not going to lie, he was very persistent and I was very tempted.
As the evening wore down, I could see Em was in the corner making out with her guy. I knew she needed a few more minutes when Joe 1 asked me for a slow dance. We were cheek to cheek, bodies pressed together, when I felt it…the bulge in his pants. Through his jeans, I could feel his erect penis pressing against my belly. I should have pulled away but it was making me so wet. As we danced, my belly rubbed up and down against his cock and I could feel it growing and getting harder.
After the dance I was flush with excitement. I hadn’t felt another man’s erection in 15 years. Em came over to me with Joe 2 in tow and whispered into my ear that it was time to go. I had to tell Joe 1 that I was married and needed to go. I apologized and thanked him for the nice time. He was noticeably pissed, but took it like a gentleman. I am sure that before long he scored with someone else in that bar.
Back at out hotel suite Em was in her room with Joe 2 making a racket. Through the wall I could everything.
I was still super horny remembering that cute young guy’s erection pressing against me. I first comforted myself by polishing off the last three of that day’s Krispy Kremes. Then I stripped down to nothing but my thong. I caught sight of my profile in the mirror and my full round belly. After 10 days of almost non-stop eating, it was sticking out farther than my boobs and rounder and softer than I had ever seen it. In the old days I would have been horrified, but this night, it was a huge turn on. I felt very liberated. 
I sat down on a side chair with my legs spread and was getting ready for a three finger special when I remembered what was in my drawer. I turned it on and rubbed it against my belly. It gave me a chill as it made the fat jiggle. Then I rubbed it between my boobs and finally around my v-jayjay.
Holy crap, as I pushed it in and pulled it out, the sensation was more intense than anything I can remember. In about two minutes I had one of the most amazing orgasms of my whole life. After about 10 minutes of recovery, I was ready for number two, followed not too long after by three and four.
By about 2 AM, I was completely spent and passed out.
In the morning I slept too late for breakfast. I comforted myself with two more orgasms and bought a dozen Krispy Kremes.
Two days later, Em took me to a sex shop and I bought a bag full of toys to take home and show Mike. I can tell you that after that we made good use of them and my sex life got a major recharge.
3. FOOD AND MY BODY
As much as I have been turned on all my life by food, I have always been too afraid to let go. Seeing Em and the way she lives liberated me. She has and has such a lust for life and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. I decided it was time to indulge my desires and see where they would take me. Simply put, it was “NO MORE SKINNY GIRL” for me.
No doubt, my body was going to be larger. I was going to need some new clothes. I didn’t know how far I was going to go, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to stop when I got home.
Who will care? My loving BHM husband will be thrilled. As for my Mom, it will be the fulfillment of a lifetime of trying to feed me. My sister might tease me a little if I get fatter than her, but I can deal with that. What anyone else might think doesn’t matter.
EPILOG
The daily eating was taking its toll on my figure. However, as I grew more comfortable in my own skin I began to relax more and more. I was content to put on my bikini and go out by the pool and just let my belly hang out.
One day near the end of week 2, Em and I had just had a huge lunch and I was out by the pool in my two-piece. In spite of being totally stuffed, I felt the need for something sweet.  I was stretched out in a lounge chair with my box of Krispy Kremes, munching one donut after another. My belly had grown so round, it looked like I had swallowed a basketball and my bikini top could barely contain my much fuller boobs. I won’t even mention the plump ass I had been sitting on for two weeks.
Em came by with a crooked smile. She poked me in the belly and said, “This is what happens when you go on vacation with a fat girl.”
I just shrugged.
On Sunday, day 16, it was time to leave. I was in my room before breakfast, starting to gather up my things to get ready to pack, when Em knocked on my door. “There’s one thing we need to do before we leave.”
“Really, what?”
She led me by the hand into the bathroom. There, she had pulled the scale from under the sink and set it in the middle of the floor. She looked me square in the eye and said with a laugh, “We need to assess the damage.”
In the old days, I would have run in horror, but on this day I just said, “You go first.”
I was already in my bikini and Em was in a one-piece for our last morning by the pool. So, there wasn’t much in the way of clothing to add extra weight.
Em stepped on and the scale flashed a couple of times and came to rest at 249. She looked up at me and said, “I’ve gained nine pounds, just under my target of 250. Now you.”
“Wait, nine pounds in two weeks. How can that be?”
Em just nodded and patted her belly. “Now you…”
I stepped on and closed my eyes. After a second or two I heard Em let out a low chuckle. I opened my eyes and looked down. The first thing I saw was my big round belly. I had to bend over a bit to see the number: 153.
I did the math in my head, 153 minus 137, and then out loud, “I’ve gained 16 pounds in two weeks!”
Still frozen on the scale, I turned to my right to see my profile in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. My belly was huge and came to almost like a rounded point under my navel. My bikini cut into my side causing my love handles to bulge. My boobs and butt were much fuller. My arms and thighs looked a bit thicker and my face had more rounded lines. However, by far the biggest gain was in my belly, probably because it all happened in a little more than two weeks.
We had a last, good long run through the breakfast buffet followed by a trip to Krispy Kreme and a lay about by the pool. After a big lunch, the car was loaded, but I had to decide what to wear for the long drive home. It wasn’t going to be the white shorts that were tight before vacation. During the first week, I had worn them over my bikini bottoms with the zipper down and the flaps folded under. By week two, I couldn’t get them over my butt. I settled on a sun dress with nothing on underneath. I thought to myself as I drove away, “I hope Mike likes it.”

Belle goes on vacation with her fat friend. The results are liberating for mind and body.
Belle Chapter 4: Belle’s Vacation
PROLOG
After college I took a job that kept me on my feet all day in the summer in the hot, humid, Georgia sun. In the winter I would be at my desk all day catching up on paperwork. As a result, in the summer I would get rail thin and in the winter I would plump up a bit. It was always easy for me to drop the weight in the spring as soon as I got back out into the field.
I’ll tell more about that later. For now, fast forward almost 15 years. I’m a married, 36-year old mother of two, with a husband who loves to cook. The summer job is gone, kids are in school, and I am at my computer all day, every day. I no longer have the metabolism of a hummingbird and some of the pounds I gain in the winter start to stick around through the summer. Each year it seems a few more pounds creep on in the winter and a few less are gone in the spring.
Three more years go by, it’s 2013. Although we live in different parts of the state, I am still close with Em, my best friend from college. With the rise in social media we keep in touch daily on Facebook, but I haven’t seen her in years. One day in early spring, Em calls me, “It’s been 20 years. Let’s go to Panama City. Just you and me.”
She was referring to our wild spring break in Florida during freshman year (see Belle, Chapter 3). I say, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve got the job and the kids.”
“Michael can take care of the kids. Your Mom will help. Your job will be there when you get back. They can do without you for two weeks.”
“Two weeks! Are you crazy?”
“Yes, what else is new?”
My first reaction was to say no. Then, I thought, “Why not?”
One week later I was ready to pack my bags and there lies the rub. What was I going to wear? It had been a good holiday season and the eating didn’t stop there. I was working at home, sitting on my ass all day. It was hard to stay away from the refrigerator. The pounds had been creeping on and I hadn’t had a chance to lose any.
I decided to weigh myself…137…ouch. I was a good 20 pounds over my normal summer weight. At 5’ 7” I wasn’t fat, not even chubby. I like to think I was just curvy.
So, what to Pack? First, I needed to try a few things on. I couldn’t even get the zipper up on my size 4 shorts. I had some size 6’s that I could button but they weren’t very comfortable. I packed them anyway along with some light-weight jogging shorts with elastic waistbands. My tops were OK, just a little snugger than normal.
Next came the bikinis. They fit OK, but I didn’t look the same in them. I was happy with the tops. My fuller boobs actually filled out the B-cups better than when I was thinner.  The bottoms were a different story. When I stood straight and sucked in, I thought I looked pretty sleek. When I let it out, I had a soft little belly bulge that turned into two distinct rolls when I sat down.
The bikinis were in. To be safe, I threw in a one-piece too.
I also packed a couple of delightfully comfortable sun dresses. A sun dress makes a great cover-up over a bikini or over nothing if you are hanging out at home. Those things are terrific if you eat too much. The elastic bodice expands and the gathered skirt is full enough to hide a basketball.
In addition, I brought along two of those long stretchy cotton dresses that are like floor-length t-shirts. They are very comfy, but cling to every curve.
I was soon on my way. It wasn’t long before I was in Florida hugging Em.
ON VACATION, OFF THE DIET
I have to say there was more of Em to get my arms around. Em was always large and in charge, but at that point she was a few sizes larger than back in college. That didn’t stop her. Em is a party girl who eats what she wants, drinks what she wants, does what she wants, and doesn’t worry.
I might also mention that Em has had quite a succession of boy toys over the years. We are such opposites, maybe that’s why we are attracted to each other. She lets go, and I always try to be in control.
I could tell by the way she looked at me that she noticed that I had filled out some since the last time we saw each other. She probably felt it too when we embraced. “You look good,” was all she said.
“You mean fat?”
“No, I mean good. You’ve filled out a little but it really looks good. You look healthier and younger.”
“OK, OK, I’ll buy it.”
“Look at this,” Em said, changing the subject. As she said this, she lifted her top exposing a round, full belly packed into some tight white shorts. “Look,” she jammed both thumbs under the waistband and pulled out. “I’ve lost 10 pounds…down to almost 240. I cut back on desserts and started taking some Zumba classes. Now I can eat what I want for the next two weeks and go home at my normal weight –
250.
“You plan to gain 10 pounds in two weeks?” I said, almost incredulously.
Why not? Maybe more. I’m planning some good eatin’.”
“OK, whatever.”
Em always had some deal going and this vacation was no exception. The timing was just before official spring break season. She had a friend who got us a two-bedroom suite on the beach at an off season rate. Plus she had some kind of credits so the whole stay was almost free. She admitted later that she had banged the assistant manager a few times and he comp’d her the room on a promise of a few “favors” later (which he collected during our stay). We just had to pay some resort fees that he couldn’t escape. I guess he must be an FA. The suite was great because we had a common living area and kitchen where we could hang out together plus our own bedrooms and bathrooms where we could get away to be alone.
The place was an imitation of a Residence Inn and came with free breakfast and free happy hours.
It was Friday night, getting late, and we were both starving. Em knew of a nearby restaurant that had an all-you-can eat fish fry every Friday night. It sounded perfect. They were almost ready to close when we got there. By the time we got our third serving of greasy batter-fried fish and fries, we were the last ones in the place and the waitress was giving us dirty looks.
I was so stuffed I could hardly make the short walk back to the hotel. “Em,” I said, “I can’t keep eating like this or you’ll have to roll me back to Georgia.”
“Relax. This was just a little reunion dinner. You’ll be fine. We’ll slow down.”
If we really slowed down, I wouldn’t be writing this story, but at that moment I went along with it.
When we got to the hotel lobby, Em said, “We need a little dessert. Look over there. They have pints of Ben and Jerry’s. Do you want Chunky Monkey or Cherry Garcia?”
“Um, er…”
“C’mon, it’s only a pint. It won’t kill you.” She turned to the desk clerk. “We’ll take both and charge them to our room.” She looked around at me and added, “We can eat one now and save one for later.”
Up in our suite, we talked until the wee hours, catching up. By the time we were done, so were both pints of ice cream. A Ben and Jerry’s night cap became an almost daily ritual.
The next morning we got to experience the free breakfast for the first time. It was all-you-can-eat and just fabulous. The hot stuff was always hot and the cold stuff was cold and fresh.
The breakfast changed a little every day so we didn’t get bored. For example, the eggs were made to order so you could have any kind you wanted. The breakfast meat varied and sometimes they had pancakes or French toast. They also had different types of cereals, pastries, toast, yogurts, juices and fruit.
We really liked the do-it-yourself Belgian Waffle maker. After a couple of days we got pretty good at using it. The waffles were hot and fresh and there was plenty of sticky syrup plus a sweet strawberry topping and whipped cream. No matter what else we ate each day, we almost always had a waffle.
Bottom line was that we made pigs of ourselves on day one and every other morning. Did I mention that it was all-you-can-eat and free? We never went away hungry.
After breakfast on day one, we went down to the beach and took a long walk. The sand was white and the water was blue. Since it was pre-season, it wasn’t crowded and we felt like we owned that beautiful, wide beach. Because it was early spring, the Gulf water was still chilly. It took some getting used to, but we got in and had a nice, refreshing swim.
On day two we took a shorter walk and only waded in the water.
On days 3 through 16, we lounged by the pool slathered in tanning butter and went in for a dip whenever we got too hot. We drank lots of beer to quench our thirst, and there were always plenty of snacks if we got hungry.
In the evenings, Em was in charge. She knew all the best places. The hotel offered a free happy hour with a limit of two beers or two glasses of wine. We always went off to dinner with a happy little buzz. For dinner, Em knew where the food was good and the service was fast. For after-hours, she knew where to find the hottest clubs.
I made some discoveries during those 16 days in Panama City. I’ll start with the silliest and move to the most profound.
BELLE’S EPIPHANIES:
1. KRISPY KREME
I always liked a donut once in a while, but could generally take them or leave them. Well, let me tell you, my world opened up when I discovered Krispy Kreme. There was a Krispy Kreme store about a block from our hotel. On the third day, Em said, “The hotel’s donuts are OK, but let’s get some KK’s.” In place of a walk on the beach, we did a one block walk to Krispy Kreme.
“Hm, OK.”
Once there, Em ordered a dozen. I thought that was for both of us. “No,” she said. “You get your own.”
I said, “You can’t eat them all by yourself.”
“No? Just watch. Not all right now, but I’ll get to them eventually.”
We each got a dozen original glazed and coffee.
Three were gone before I knew it. I stopped myself and drank some coffee and then polished off number four. Back at the pool, I had another one just before lunch and three more as a mid-afternoon snack. One disappeared while we were getting ready for happy hour. The final three made a nice bedtime snack.
Twelve original glazed KK’s in one day. I looked up the calories later: 190 per donut makes for over 2,000 extra calories in donuts in one day.
My trips to KK became an almost daily pilgrimage. I didn’t always eat a full dozen in one day, but I ate plenty. During the second week, I started to experiment with different varieties like chocolate covered, cream-filled and jellies.
On our last full day, I set a goal. One dozen variety pack consumed in one day. Mission accomplished. I realized later that was almost 4,000 calories.
2. TOYS
Sex life with my BHM husband has been very good. No complaints. When he was out of town, I would sometimes pleasure myself the old fashioned way. Variety would mean switching from two fingers to three. Thanks to Em something new came into my life on this vacation.
One morning I was getting ready for breakfast and needed to ask Em something. The door to her room was ajar and I heard some buzzing. I thought she was probably just shaving her legs. I pushed open the door and stepped in to ask the question. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Em was laying on her back, stark naked with her knees sticking up. With one hand she was fondling her big round belly and boobs and with the other she was thrusting a vibrator between her legs. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly.  I was frozen for a few seconds and then tried to back out quietly before she saw. Unfortunately, I accidentally knocked over a lamp.
Em sat up with a start. She must have seen the horror in my eyes at being caught invading her privacy. Almost immediately she started laughing. “Haven’t you ever seen another girl getting it on before?”
“Well, er, not exactly.”
“Do you have one of these?” The dido was still stuck in her vagina. She pulled it out and held up for me to see.
“Um…” What could I say? The answer was no.
“I thought so. I’ll take that as a ‘no.’”
Em got up off the bed, still naked and unashamed. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small package from her top drawer. She then walked toward me and stretched out her arm, “Here. It’s a pocket rocket. It’s a present. Please take it and give me a few minutes…I have some unfinished business.”
I was stunned. I thanked her and went back to my room to examine my new toy. It wasn’t fancy, just a basic vibrator. I stuck in my bottom drawer and didn’t think I would ever use it.
A couple of days later Em and I went to a club after dinner. We met a couple of nice guys who bought us a couple of drinks and we let them dance with us. I’ll call them Joe 1 and 2. Em was getting pretty friendly with Joe 2 and I knew she was going to end up bringing him back to the hotel.
I was the wing man. There was no way I was going to cheat on my wonderful husband. My job was to keep Joe 1 going long enough for Em to close the deal with Joe 2. Joe 1 was really cute and about ten years younger than me. I am not going to lie, he was very persistent and I was very tempted.
As the evening wore down, I could see Em was in the corner making out with her guy. I knew she needed a few more minutes when Joe 1 asked me for a slow dance. We were cheek to cheek, bodies pressed together, when I felt it…the bulge in his pants. Through his jeans, I could feel his erect penis pressing against my belly. I should have pulled away but it was making me so wet. As we danced, my belly rubbed up and down against his cock and I could feel it growing and getting harder.
After the dance I was flush with excitement. I hadn’t felt another man’s erection in 15 years. Em came over to me with Joe 2 in tow and whispered into my ear that it was time to go. I had to tell Joe 1 that I was married and needed to go. I apologized and thanked him for the nice time. He was noticeably pissed, but took it like a gentleman. I am sure that before long he scored with someone else in that bar.
Back at out hotel suite Em was in her room with Joe 2 making a racket. Through the wall I could everything.
I was still super horny remembering that cute young guy’s erection pressing against me. I first comforted myself by polishing off the last three of that day’s Krispy Kremes. Then I stripped down to nothing but my thong. I caught sight of my profile in the mirror and my full round belly. After 10 days of almost non-stop eating, it was sticking out farther than my boobs and rounder and softer than I had ever seen it. In the old days I would have been horrified, but this night, it was a huge turn on. I felt very liberated. 
I sat down on a side chair with my legs spread and was getting ready for a three finger special when I remembered what was in my drawer. I turned it on and rubbed it against my belly. It gave me a chill as it made the fat jiggle. Then I rubbed it between my boobs and finally around my v-jayjay.
Holy crap, as I pushed it in and pulled it out, the sensation was more intense than anything I can remember. In about two minutes I had one of the most amazing orgasms of my whole life. After about 10 minutes of recovery, I was ready for number two, followed not too long after by three and four.
By about 2 AM, I was completely spent and passed out.
In the morning I slept too late for breakfast. I comforted myself with two more orgasms and bought a dozen Krispy Kremes.
Two days later, Em took me to a sex shop and I bought a bag full of toys to take home and show Mike. I can tell you that after that we made good use of them and my sex life got a major recharge.
3. FOOD AND MY BODY
As much as I have been turned on all my life by food, I have always been too afraid to let go. Seeing Em and the way she lives liberated me. She has and has such a lust for life and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. I decided it was time to indulge my desires and see where they would take me. Simply put, it was “NO MORE SKINNY GIRL” for me.
No doubt, my body was going to be larger. I was going to need some new clothes. I didn’t know how far I was going to go, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to stop when I got home.
Who will care? My loving BHM husband will be thrilled. As for my Mom, it will be the fulfillment of a lifetime of trying to feed me. My sister might tease me a little if I get fatter than her, but I can deal with that. What anyone else might think doesn’t matter.
EPILOG
The daily eating was taking its toll on my figure. However, as I grew more comfortable in my own skin I began to relax more and more. I was content to put on my bikini and go out by the pool and just let my belly hang out.
One day near the end of week 2, Em and I had just had a huge lunch and I was out by the pool in my two-piece. In spite of being totally stuffed, I felt the need for something sweet.  I was stretched out in a lounge chair with my box of Krispy Kremes, munching one donut after another. My belly had grown so round, it looked like I had swallowed a basketball and my bikini top could barely contain my much fuller boobs. I won’t even mention the plump ass I had been sitting on for two weeks.
Em came by with a crooked smile. She poked me in the belly and said, “This is what happens when you go on vacation with a fat girl.”
I just shrugged.
On Sunday, day 16, it was time to leave. I was in my room before breakfast, starting to gather up my things to get ready to pack, when Em knocked on my door. “There’s one thing we need to do before we leave.”
“Really, what?”
She led me by the hand into the bathroom. There, she had pulled the scale from under the sink and set it in the middle of the floor. She looked me square in the eye and said with a laugh, “We need to assess the damage.”
In the old days, I would have run in horror, but on this day I just said, “You go first.”
I was already in my bikini and Em was in a one-piece for our last morning by the pool. So, there wasn’t much in the way of clothing to add extra weight.
Em stepped on and the scale flashed a couple of times and came to rest at 249. She looked up at me and said, “I’ve gained nine pounds, just under my target of 250. Now you.”
“Wait, nine pounds in two weeks. How can that be?”
Em just nodded and patted her belly. “Now you…”
I stepped on and closed my eyes. After a second or two I heard Em let out a low chuckle. I opened my eyes and looked down. The first thing I saw was my big round belly. I had to bend over a bit to see the number: 153.
I did the math in my head, 153 minus 137, and then out loud, “I’ve gained 16 pounds in two weeks!”
Still frozen on the scale, I turned to my right to see my profile in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. My belly was huge and came to almost like a rounded point under my navel. My bikini cut into my side causing my love handles to bulge. My boobs and butt were much fuller. My arms and thighs looked a bit thicker and my face had more rounded lines. However, by far the biggest gain was in my belly, probably because it all happened in a little more than two weeks.
We had a last, good long run through the breakfast buffet followed by a trip to Krispy Kreme and a lay about by the pool. After a big lunch, the car was loaded, but I had to decide what to wear for the long drive home. It wasn’t going to be the white shorts that were tight before vacation. During the first week, I had worn them over my bikini bottoms with the zipper down and the flaps folded under. By week two, I couldn’t get them over my butt. I settled on a sun dress with nothing on underneath. I thought to myself as I drove away, “I hope Mike likes it.”

GSN is airing these shows now and she looks quite curvy in this episode that first aired on Sep 15, 2021. I took a few pics of my TV screen and now I see they are from the same show as those from the original poster. She looked curvy and her dresses were tight in the shows from 2021 and a little thinner with less revealing clothing in later episodes. She looked better and rounder in live motion than in these pictures. 

I thought this one was worth adding to the thread.

GSN is airing these shows now and she looks quite curvy in this episode that first aired on Sep 15, 2021. I took a few pics of my TV screen and now I see they are from the same show as those from the original poster. She looked curvy and her dresses were tight in the shows from 2021 and a little thinner with less revealing clothing in later episodes. She looked better and rounder in live motion than in these pictures. 

Is it my imagination or has Kathryn (Kat) gotten a little curvier? I am attaching her publicity photo from before the season started and a few recent screen shots.

Don’t think this one has been posted...Ronee Blakey, star of Nashville. Saw her at a classic film festival and she is huge. I couldn’t believe how large she was and others were commenting.
Before:

After:

Crazy sexy in those work pants. My eyes would pop out of my head if I saw you dressed like that. 

I have invited a friend to join us. I think you will like her. She is very hot and just a little chubby. Please make her feel welcome. If you like hot girls with a little extra padding you won’t be disappointed. I hope she will join us here.

Crazy sexy in those work pants. My eyes would pop out of my head if I saw you dressed like that. 

Crazy sexy in those work pants. My eyes would pop out of my head if I saw you dressed like that. 

This thread is super hot. Thanks for sharing the pics of your beautiful girlfriend and the amazing stories of what is going on. A couple of questions:
Any comments from family and/or friends? Does she come from a family that was very restrictive and into fitness that would be concerned? I love the pic in the black dress. Do you have any before pics in that black dress? Sorry if you answered this and I missed it. What was her starting weight and where is she now? How tall is she? Are you thinking of any target weight? She seems to be turned on by the gain. Does she have any concerns or doubts?

Lips are moving...maybe she has been eating. Definitely not any thinner.

A few pics

I love to see a woman dressed in office attire whose clothes have gotten too tight that it looks like a seam or zipper could give out or a button could pop.

I love to see a woman dressed in office attire whose clothes have gotten too tight that it looks like a seam or zipper could give out or a button could pop.

Are you sure that is a food baby and not a real baby? 

Another before and after

I love to see a woman dressed in office attire whose clothes have gotten too tight that it looks like a seam or zipper could give out or a button could pop.

Are you sure that is a food baby and not a real baby? 

Are you sure that is a food baby and not a real baby? 

Are you sure that is a food baby and not a real baby?