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Hey all. A while ago I had the talented artist G0D07 illustrate one of my stories. I figured I'd share the sequence along with snippets from the story. I'm linking mine and his deviant art pages as well if you want to see more.I'll post all six parts once they come out. Here are the first three. It's about a woman who has been going on dates with big guys and mocking them to get money for her ** page. Suddenly, it seems the things she writes on those pages are starting to happen to her in real life.Enjoy.Thanks!Jake (JMJ)https://www.deviantart.com/g0d07https://www.deviantart.com/jake27*Back at her apartment, the young woman removed her date clothes and changed into comfortable pajamas and walked around her small apartment. Katie grabbed her laptop from the dining room table and brought it to her bedroom and placed it on her small desk.She popped it open and logged on to her ** page. The screen flashed for a moment before loading her page, “Dates With Fatties”. She hit the new post button and then thinks for a moment.“Hmm, what do I talk about with this guy? He really was a dull self-centered prick”, she said before glancing over at her patron count, which was presently stuck at 47.“This guy came in wearing an expensive dress shirt and slacks, clearly custom made because there was no way he could fit into anything on the racks! The obese man tried talking my head off for three hours, well, in between the big bites of steak he ate. I’ll tell you, this guy needs to spend a little of his hard earned cash on a trainer! He’s gonna have a heart attack before he’s 40 if he keeps this up!”Katie made a few more additions to the post and smiled, she was completely pleased with herself. She remembered how four months ago she had go on a date with some guy from OkCupid who clearly lied about what he did for a living. He claimed he was a personal trainer and his photo did indeed show a well built man, but when he arrived he was anything but. He complained to her that he had broken his leg almost a year ago and had been too depressed to start exercising again, hence the additional 50 pounds on his body.She had told this to a few of her coworkers and one of them, a temp for the summer, told her that it sounded like someone’s ** page, “Bad First Dates”. The woman explained how this person wrote about all their bad first dates and was making money doing so. This germinated an idea in Katie’s head. She would go on dates with large men and write about it (using aliases of course). A few months and a couple of hundred bucks later and Katie was just getting used to it.“I’m internet famous”, she chuckled to herself and went about relaxing.

This is a mutual gaining story set at the end of the world. The first four sections are mostly world building and character development. If you want to get to the really kinky stuff, scroll down a few sections. I’ll be adding more in time. I love feedback, let me know what you think. James As I entered the ten digit combination to release the primary lock and pressed my thumb against pad to release the secondary lock, I couldn’t help but think back on the two years that had lead up to this seemingly improbable circumstance. I never even knew that my late father had built this elaborate doomsday shelter, let alone that he would leave it to me as part of an inheritance, yet here I was opening a hefty latch to climb down into a bunker to live out the rest of my days. Like me, my dad had been engineer during his life, but he was also a bit of a conspiracy theorist. Who knew that one of his prognostications would come to fruition? Two years had passed since his death and I had spent the majority of the time pouring over his extensive research notes and journals, searching for a reason as to why he felt the need to build such a massive safe house for the end of the world. It became somewhat of an obsession for me and I eventually bought in to his theories and decided to prepare myself for civilization’s end. My dad had envisioned his bunker housing a family of four for decades but I was alone in the world and had very few close relations. No family. No really close friends. Definitely no partner. I eventually accepted that I would likely be down in the bunker alone, which fuelled another obsession of mine, gaining weight. I never had the guts to actually go through with it in real life, but as I had come to accept that civilization was in its final chapter, I started fantasizing about creating a gainer’s paradise down in that bunker. A place where I could stuff myself on a daily basis and grow as massive as possible. The fantasy drove me wild. I almost yearned for the day that I would lock myself down there and begin fattening up. After months of contemplation, I decided to make my fantasy into reality. The food stores were already in place, I just had to supplement them with some extra fatty treats. I also had to make some modifications to the bunker to ensure that it would be adequate for my growing body. I wanted to grow to a massive size and I had to prepare the space and all the support systems to accommodate that. Once everything was in place, I simply had to wait for the world to fall apart. And it did, only two years after my father’s death. The first two months in the bunker were absolutely incredible. I lived out so many of my gaining fantasies and just ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. I had made sure that the food supply was filled with so many delicious options that I would never had a problem finding something tasty. While the world burned above ground, I gorged myself below. I rarely wore any clothing, opting instead to eat and live in the nude. My belly became more and more distended every day as I stuffed myself while watching my extensive library of movies and tv programs and playing hours of video games. I got high, drank plenty of alcohol, watched an obscene amount of porn, and pleasured myself multiple times each day. I was living a life of endless debauchery and the earliest signs of my indulgences were showing on my once trim figure. I could feel myself transforming into a fat pig and I loved it. Yet I was a little lonely. I had desperately wanted to find someone to share my gluttonous life with, but it just never happened. I didn’t want to invite just anyone to spend the rest of time with down in a bunker. I wanted to find someone with whom I shared an actual connection. I also wanted to find someone who wanted to gain with me. I had plenty of food, just no one to share it with. I had all but resigned myself to my lonely but pleasurable existence when I heard the proximity alarm go off. Using the remote, I switched the television feed over to the closed circuit cameras hidden outside the bunker. I hadn’t looked outside for weeks and I was shocked with what I saw. My father’s old house had been burned to the ground and the trees were bare despite it being the middle of June. The wind blew hard, shifting debris every which direction. It was evident that civilization had fallen and gangs of miscreants roamed the land preying on the weak. The alarm had been triggered by a young woman who was staggering through what had been the backyard of my dad’s large property. She swayed back and forth as she strode toward the concrete patio that had survived the fire. As she reached the stairs, she fell over and didn’t move for a number of minutes. The rational side of me thought that I shouldn’t venture out of the bunker, but this woman was in bad condition and looked like she would not survive long without any aid. I couldn’t just leave her to die out there, so I made the decision to go retrieve her and bring her down to the bunker to heal up. Jessica A grey ridged ceiling greeted my weary eyes as I awoke from what felt like the longest and most restless night’s dream I’d ever had. The last thing I remember was hazily wandering through an open field towards what looked like a broken down and burnt structure. I had been walking for ages looking for food and water and must have collapsed...but how did I end up here? I was in a comfortable bed, still in my ragged dirty clothes, but I felt much better, albeit hungry as hell. If it weren’t for the industrial look of the walls and ceiling, I would have sworn I was in someone’s home. There was a bedside table, bookcase filled with novels, pictures of happy people enjoying birthdays, Thanksgivings, and other such celebrations, and artwork hanging on the wall. “Where the fuck am I?” I muttered to myself as I quietly, yet quickly, got up, put on my shoes, which had been left beside the bed, and tiptoed my way towards the door. I cracked it open an inch to look out into an expansive living area complete with a large tv, comfortable looking couch, and a dining table. It all looked very appealing, but I had no idea who I would encounter here, so I decided to try to sneak out what looked like the entrance to this bunker. As I tiptoed through the living area and reached the opposite doorway, I heard a voice from behind me. “Hi there,” the masculine voice called from behind. “I know this must be very alarming waking up here, but I saw you collapse outside and-“ “Listen,” I interrupted as I spun around to see the voice’s owner. He was somewhat tall, bearded, dark features, and short hair. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, that clung tightly against the man’s body. “I don’t know who you are, but I’ve survived long enough out there to know that I can’t trust anyone but myself. I’m going to leave now and I don’t want any trouble from you.” The man kept his distance and raised both of his hands in the air causing his shirt to ride up and reveal an inch of skin around his midsection. “I understand that your apprehension,” he said with kindness in his voice. “If you want to leave, you’re more than welcome. The exit is through that doorway. Just climb the ladder and open the hatch at the top. I’ve packed a backpack of food, water, and other supplies for you, if you want to take them. They’re by the door there.” I reached over and grabbed the pack and headed out. As I climbed the ladder, I heard him call from below. “Listen, it’s dangerous out there. If you ever feel the need to come back, just come back to the stairs outside. I have more than enough supplies for both of us here and I really mean you no harm.” “Goodbye” I said as I exited out the hatch. I quickly walked a few miles away from the hatch and sat down on stump in the middle of the woods. The backpack was indeed full of food, water, and supplies, all sealed and untampered. I drank some water and ripped open a couple granola bars. It was the first food I’d had in what seemed like a week. It felt good to eat and feeling still a little fatigued, I decided to rest for a few hours. As I lied next to a nearby tree, I couldn’t help but contemplate what had just happened. Ever since everything went to shit, I hadn’t encountered a single decent person. Most everyone had died in the first few days, leaving a small population of hardened and mostly vicious gangs of looters, rapists, and murderers. I had barely survived numerous unfortunate encounters only to be rescued by perhaps the one last decent person left. Should I have run off so quickly? After all, he could of easily left me to die, or worse... Off in the distance, I heard a rustling and several voices. I had to move and fast. I quietly got up and returned in the direction I had come. I don’t know why, but my feet carried me back towards the bunker. The voices were heading in the same direction and I hurried as quickly as my legs would carry me while making as little noise as possible. I eventually reached the field with the burnt down house and headed towards the concrete stairs leading up to the dilapidated structure. My heart was pounding as I gazed at the ground where the hatch was concealed. The man had said I could stay there if I wanted. Perhaps this was a better chance of survival. The wait seemed like hours, though I’m sure I was only there for a minute. Suddenly the hatch opened and I hurried over to climb down the ladder, closing the entrance to the bunker on my way down. What I found at the bottom was a very strange sight. James The woman had returned only a few hours later and I could tell that she looked absolutely terrified, so I quickly pulled the hatch release lever located by the door. I didn’t expect her to return, so I was completely naked and had been stuffing my face with snacks as I watched an old episode of Cheers. Thankfully, my pants and shirt were still on the dining table. I quickly clothed myself, but my protruding gut made fastening the pants difficult. I could hear her descending the ladder and I donned my shirt hastily, realizing all too well that it struggled to cover my stuffed belly. Dozens of wrappers were strewn about the couch, but I had no time to clean them up before the woman entered the living area. She looked relieved to be inside, but I could feel her puzzled gaze upon seeing my bloated body stuffed into clothing that only somewhat fit two hours ago and now looked comically small against my swollen abdomen. “Hello,” I said awkwardly. “Are you ok? You looked terrified out there.” She wordlessly looked over to the screen which now showed several rough looking men crossing the field behind the burnt down house, well away from the concealed hatch. “Don’t you worry about them.” I said trying to console her, “even if they found the hatch, they’re never be able to break in. There are numerous safety protocols that would activate if they tried to enter by force. My name is James, by the way.” “Jessica,” she said as she surveyed the living area, littered with wrappers and crumbs. She looked a little weary of the situation, but relieved at the same time. “Thanks for letting me in. I feel like I’ve been running away from people like them forever.” “I understand.” I said. “You can stay as long as you like. If you’d like to freshen up, there’s a shower through there. The room locks from the inside.” I added awkwardly. “You have a shower here?” Jessica asked with what appeared to be a touch of excitement in her voice. “Yes. This bunker is surprisingly homey once you get used to it. Go right ahead. I’ll just be in here if you need anything.” Jessica walked over to the bathroom and I quickly cleaned up while she showered. The place was surprising messy considering she had been only gone for a couple hours. I had just finished cleaning when she finally emerged, still dressed in her dirty clothes, but otherwise cleaned up. I was taken aback when I looked upon her now clean face. She was breathtakingly beautiful with shoulder length red hair, cute freckles on her cheeks, and dazzling green eyes. “Um...hi again, I mean, I hope you feel refreshed. Come, have a seat. I’m sure you could use a nice rest.” I gestured over to the couch and she walked over to sit down. As we both sat, I felt an immediate sensation of relief and heard the distinct sound of a button bouncing on the floor. “Uh...I, um...” I muttered as my belly spilled out of my tight jeans. I hadn’t bothered to bring any bigger clothes down into the bunker so everything was extremely tight. The jeans had given a valiant effort, but my fat belly had won the fight. Jessica peered at me quizzically. “Listen,” she began, “I’m very grateful that you let me back in, but I’m a little confused by what’s going on here. I’m not judging, I used to be chubby myself, but it looked like a vending machine had exploded when I came in here.” I didn’t know what to say. I could make up some sort of lie, but what would she even believe. The truth was the only thing I could provide her. “I know this looks strange,” I began, “and it kind of is. I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight since I came down here. 34 pounds, in fact.” “34 pounds?!” Jessica exclaimed. “It’s only been two months! I mean, it’s your business, but aren’t you worried about running out of food.” “Actually, no.” I said “I, uh, stocked this place with enough food to feed a family of four for decades. This weight gain...hasn’t really been accidental either. When I came down here, I, uh, kind of decided to just let myself go.” Jessica looked surprised but not disgusted. “I understand if you don’t get it and you’d rather not stay here because of it, but I meant what I said earlier. You really can stay as long as you’d like. Even with me eating more than a healthy share, we’ll never run out of food. You can, of course leave anytime you’d like and I’ll be happy to give you whatever I can to help you.” Jessica looked at me thoughtfully. There was surprise on her face, but not disgust. “I appreciate your offer, but I’m gonna sleep on it, if you don’t mind. May I use the room I was in earlier?” “Of course,” I said without hesitation and Jessica got up and retired to her room. Jessica I sat on the bed reflecting on the strange day I’d had. I had been in worse situations outside, but I was growing tired of constantly being on edge, fearing for my safety. Maybe I should take James up on his offer, after all, he seemed like he was a decent person and was very generous for offering to let me stay here. Thinking back on our conversation, I felt like I had been a bit hard on him. After all, I used to be fat and I understood how good it felt to eat whatever you wanted. Suddenly a flood of memories filled my mind. My period of fatness began during my freshman year of college. Like so many college students, I put on weight during my first year. It wouldn’t have been such a thing except for the fact that my older sister, Jane, whom I shared a close resemblance to, was a sophomore at the same school and she was the image of fitness. My parents constantly compared me to her saying that I should go work out like she did and spend less time at the cafeteria eating them out of business. They were extremely hard on me on every occasion. I didn’t like all the negative attention and every time they were particularly hard on me, I ended up going back to school and eating more. My rebellious attitude ended up making me gain 60 pounds over the first two years of school. When I reached the 200 pound mark, my parents stepped in, took me out of school, and hired a trainer and a nutritionist to help me lose the weight. Everybody made me feel so bad about my self image that I became borderline anorexic and actually lost 80 pounds. My parents were overjoyed with my slim figure, but I felt horrible about myself. It took me years of therapy to recover from this experience and I ended up returning to my original weight of 140 pounds, though I really had to work to maintain it. It was as if my body yearned to be back at a higher weight and because of that, I had to deny myself so much of the food that I really loved. Going to the grocery store was always depressing during those years because I remembered what it was like to just eat junk food and candy to my heart’s content. My parents told me when I was fat that I was eating my feelings, that there must be some emotional reason why I ate so much, but in reality, I just loved food. When I was living at home, my parents made nasty, low fat, tasteless food. Going to college expanded my horizons on flavour and I couldn’t get enough of it. I also felt more confident in those first two years of college, unless my parents or sister were around. I had great friends, went out on a lot of dates, and felt good about myself. I really didn’t mind crossing the 200 pound mark, it was only my parents who freaked out about it. I had refused myself the pleasure of eating for so long that I had nearly forgotten how happy I was back at school. Suddenly, James’ decision to gain weight didn’t seem so crazy. This bunker was a judgement free zone. Why not be happy down here? The rest of the world was shit anyway. James When I stepped out of my bedroom the next morning, I was greeted to the smell of pancakes. Jessica was humming along with some Motown music playing over the stereo as she flipped the last of what looked like a dozen and a half pancakes onto a large platter. The dining table was set with plates and silverware and a large plate of bacon ready to be eaten. “Good morning, James.” Jessica said kindly as she set the platter of pancakes on the table. “Take a seat.” “Thanks.” I said as I sat down. “Looks like you’ve been quite busy out here.” “Yes,” she said as she took four pancakes onto her plate. “I wanted to make you some breakfast as a sort of thank you and apology. I’ve had a really rough last couple months and I’m afraid that that I took it out on you. I promise I’m not that much of an asshole.” She said with a small laugh. “Never crossed my mind.” The food looked delicious and I greedily took six pancakes and a large helping of bacon to start. Over breakfast we talked about our lives before everything fell apart. I told her all about my dad’s obsession and how he had left me the bunker following his death. Jessica had led an interesting life as a backstage manager and costume maker for a professional theatre company. She had all sorts of funny stories about crazy actors and backstage pranks. We ended up polishing off all the food in about 30 minutes, both of us properly stuffed. I had eaten ten of the pancakes and a little over half of the bacon and I definitely felt it. Jessica felt absolutely bloated after finishing her meal. “Wow, you must have been hungry!” I said patting my now swollen gut. “Food must have been scarce out there.” “It wasn’t so bad at first, but once people grasped the situation, the grocery stores and restraints were picked clean. I had to break into people’s houses to find <burp> anything.” Jessica looked embarrassed, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, you can eat as much as you’d like.” I said through a chuckle. “I appreciate that. Scrounging for food does make one hungry. Can’t remember the last time I had such a food baby.” Jessica leaned back and held her tiny distended belly between her hands. I was glad that we were at the table because the sight gave me a massive hard on. I was beginning to develop a massive crush on her, but I knew that I needed to act like a gentlemen, given the situation. I never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable or in danger. “Well, what shall we do next?” Jessica asked, startling me out of my contemplation. “Let’s relax for a bit and watch some tv,” I suggested to Jessica’s approval. We hauled our bloated bodies over to the couch and I turned the system on. “Before coming into the bunker, I downloaded over one hundred thousand hours of tv shows, movies, and music. If you can think of it, I’ve probably got it.” Jessica scrolled through the catalogue for a few minutes, clearly impressed by the selection. “Wow! You came down here prepared! Of course, what else are you going to do besides watch tv down here?” “I’ve also got thousands of video games and books, if you ever get bored. As far as I’m concerned, what’s mine is yours.” I said with a smile. Jessica flashed a beautiful smile back. Her green eyes, although still weary from her hardships twinkled. “I saw that you were watching Cheers yesterday. I love that show! Haven’t seen it for ages.” “That’s great. I only just started it, so we can watch it all together. We lazed about watching Cheers, laughing at all of Norm’s quips and Coach’s memory slips for about two hours. After the sixth episode, Jessica looked over at me in my sweat pants and t-shirt and commented, “You definitely look more comfortable in those sweats today than in this jeans yesterday.” “Yeah,” I replied. “I felt like a stuffed sausage yesterday. I’m too fat for skinny jeans.” Jessica looked at me appraisingly and said, “Oh, you’re not that fat...at least not yet anyway. At least you have something comfortable to wear. I’ve only got what’s on me right now.” Something dawned on me at that moment. “Hey, let me show you something.” We got up and I led her over to a closet off of the living area. Inside were several reams of fabric and sewing materials. My father had taken up amateur garment making in his final years in anticipation of having to make and mend clothes. When I discovered this closet, I learned the skill too, although I was quite terrible at it. By the time I had committed to my weight gain plan, I had all but given up on it. I did however purchase about 200 yards of elastic just in case. Jessica’s eyes lit up at the sight. “Oh my god. This is incredible. I can make some new clothes for myself. I think you’ll probably need some new stuff soon too, tubby!” She said with a smile as she playfully poked my belly. I had to excuse myself hastily and go to the bathroom to avoid being embarrassed by my arousal. When I returned she was still looking through the closet, pulling out material for her first garment. I realized that Jessica had only seen just a portion of the bunker. “Would you care for a tour of the premises? You’ve really only seen a portion of what this place has to offer.” “Sure!” She replied and we headed towards the kitchen. “I know you’ve become familiar with the kitchen, but I wanted to show you what’s in this closet.” I open the door to a small room that contained the water purification system. “This is the primary water source. This system is connected to a deep underground well over 400 feet below the surface. The reservoir is massive meaning that we’ll never run out of water. This feeds everything from the showers to the dishwasher to the washing machine.” Jessica seemed impressed. “Your dad must have been a smart guy to hook this all up. It hardly feels like a survival shelter.” “Oh, I know. I was shocked when I came down here for the first time. Let’s head through here.” I said, leading her to the master bedroom. “Here’s where I sleep. King sized bed, large tv. There’s a tv in the cabinet of your room too. They’re all connected to the same hard drive as the main tv.” “Now what’s that there?” Jessica said pointing to the mini fridge by the bed. I blushed and she gave me a knowing smile. “Well, um. Yeah. I don’t think any explanations are necessary. Let’s move on.” I said awkwardly. “Here’s the master bath and through here is what makes this place really special.” Jessica James opened the door to an expansive room. He flicked a nearby light switch and row after row of completely stocked shelves became illuminated. My eyes widened as a room the size of a small grocery store came into view. Each ten foot high shelf was filled floor to ceiling with food, glorious food. On the far left wall were numerous freezer chests, each with labels reading “beef,” “chicken,” “pork,” etc... In the back right hand corner through a closed door was an automated garden growing fresh tomatoes, potatoes, grapes, corn, and other delicious fruits and veggies, all lit with artificial sunlight growing lamps. There was an entire row of vacuum sealed barrels of pasta, numerous shelves of preserved jams, fruits, spreads, smoked fish, and many other delectable goods, but the most impressive sight was the huge quantity of hostess products, most notably the old type of twinkies they used to sell before they briefly went off the market. My heart raced as I picked up one package of the delicious dessert treat. Twinkies were my absolutely favourite binge food during my brief two years in college. I had not tasted one since, fearing that I would fall back on old habits. I squeezed the package gently and felt that familiar squish. I remembered buying numerous packs at the student store and eating them all in secret while my roommate was in class. I remembered the rush I felt as each Twinkie filled my mouth. I also remembered how eating those desserts made me feel afterward. How my hand would slowly unbutton my jeans and slip into my absolutely soaked panties. I had to quickly cover myself and all the wrappers with a blanket and pretend to nap several times when my roommate returned earlier than expected. I had been made to feel guilty about this over the years, but holding these twinkies in my hand made me question why I ever bought into that reasoning. “May I?” I asked tentatively. “Of course.” James replied. “We have thousands of these in here.” I opened the package and slowly placed the dessert in my mouth. A rush of dopamine reached my brain and without noticing, I had finished both twinkies in a matter of seconds. I wanted more. I needed more. I was breathing hard and fast as James handed me a second package. I grabbed it and ripped it open before stuffing the treats in my mouth. “James, I want more.” He quickly handed me another package and before long I had eaten 16 Twinkies. I slumped over on the ground and rubbed my stuffed belly. It was noticeably bigger from all the rich food inside. I don’t know if James was a keen observer or just simply saw some of himself in me, but he sat down next to me and said, “You know, I have lots of food here. You mentioned that you used to be chubby. Do you miss it?” I hesitated a moment to gather my thoughts. “I never really thought about it at the time, but when I was fat, I was truly happy. There were a lot of things that happened in my life that made me lose the weight, but I hadn’t realized until just now how much I regretted giving into my parents and my sister’s wishes for me to be thin.” I continued to tell James all about my history with gaining and losing the weight. How I had been mentally abused by my parents who couldn’t see past the weight to see their happy and fulfilled daughter. James didn’t say much, rather he just listened and reassured me. By the time I finished telling my story, I was sobbing. I hadn’t realized how traumatized I had been. James put his arm around my shoulders and comforted me for a while before saying, “I don’t want you ever to feel pressured in this bunker, but you can eat whatever you want down here. We have more food than even two enormous fatties could eat in a lifetime. You’ll always have a safe place to be yourself down here.” “No judgements?” “Are you kidding me?!” James laughed. He shook his paunch and said, “I’ve put on 34 pounds after the world came to an end. I came down here to get fat. I’m not saying that you have to gain as much as me, but we’re gonna be here for a while. Eat up, girl!” I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at James’ kind smile. I gave him a little peck on the cheek and thanked him for his generosity causing him to blush profusely. Of all the bunkers to find myself in at the end of the world, I may have lucked out the most and not just for the food. James The following week was the best period of gaining so far. I had thought that gaining by myself had been enjoyable, but having someone eat and gain with me pushed me to my limits. After the emotional breakdown in the food storage room, Jessica seemed to have reached something of a breakthrough. She had never wanted to be skinny and she was now freeing the fatty that had been trapped inside of her for so many years. And Jessica could eat! She told me that when she had been skinny she had always felt hungry. Her appetite had never let her forget how much of a glutton she had once been. She just always had to starve herself to stay thin. Without those self-imposed restrictions, she was free to grow fat again and she couldn’t wait to reach her former size. She didn’t know how fat she wanted to be, but I had a sneaking suspicion that 200 pounds was going to fly by like a speeding train. This was also amongst the happiest periods of my entire life, albeit one of the most sexually frustrating. I was crushing on Jessica hard and it was tough to hide my feelings. She was simply ravishing. The way her hair bounced off of her shoulders gave me chills. Her playful glances in my direction before eating a large meal made my heart flutter. Jessica’s smile filled my stomach with butterflies. And her body, oh lord, I couldn’t believe that this sexy woman had wandered into my life. She was already developing a round little belly that I knew would grow to be her most prominent feature. She always stood with excellent posture which showcased her bountiful breasts. I yearned to explore her bosom with my hands and mouth. Her ass was in the shape of a perfect bubble, perky and thick. Occasionally, she would bend over and I would simply lose control. My erect penis grew so hard at the sight of her that I needed to keep a pillow in my lap at all times just to hide my excitement. But it was more than just physical attraction. I had never met a woman with whom I could talk to so easily. We laughed frequently, many times to the point that Jessica would give a cute little snort. She had a wonderful sense of humour and loved to tease me playfully. The mischievous look she would give me when she poked fun at my belly made me swoon. She was also so generous and kind. She even made me a new pair of jeans from some of the denim we had stored in the closet, complete with elastic waist band and sized a few sizes too big, leaving room for me to grow. I asked her if she would make me a new shirt, but she said she thought I would prefer to let the belly bulge under my old shirts. She was not wrong. Yet, I felt obligated not to pursue any kind of romantic relationship with her. I knew the situation we were in would present certain implications. I never wanted her to feel obligated to me in any kind of sexual way, as much as I would have loved to please her, fulfill her wildest fantasies, and to fuck her in every conceivable way possible. I dreamed that we would fall in love and live happily in this bunker for the rest of our days. I wanted to know everything about her, to be her confidante, and to share life’s greatest joys together, but the thought of scaring her off and losing her forever was not something I wanted to risk. By the end of the first week, we had really grown comfortable together and we both spurred each other’s eating. Jessica would bring us treats whenever she returned to the couch, reasoning that if she was hungry, I was probably hungry. Even though there were times that I was absolutely stuffed, I never turned her down. I made her delicious pasta dishes, casseroles, and other delectable meals every night. I loved hearing her moan in response to her first bite of one of my meals. She said that she felt lucky to be fattening up with such a great cook. In return, Jessica made the most decadent desserts. Because eggs were not something that I could keep fresh in the bunker for extended periods of time, I never thought I’d be able to bake much down in the bunker. She used to have two roommates, one a vegan and the other completely gluten free. Both of them loved to bake and taught her ways to make excellent desserts with untraditional ingredients. She would then find ways to make them extra fattening, sugary, and delicious. We were the perfect compliments for one another. I hoped beyond hope that Jessica would develop the same kind of feelings that I had for her, but I didn’t want to force the issue. She and I were like peanut butter and jelly and what more could you want from two pigs like us? Maybe one day Jessica and I would come together as romantic partners and lovers, but who could know for sure. Jessica God, I wanted James’ fat, sexy body to destroy his jeans so I could jump his hard cock. He was driving me wild tonight, as he had every night for the past month. He had eaten over 8000 calories so far today and showed no sign of stopping and I wanted him to pass 10,000. I had reached a respectable 6500 calories for the day, but I was definitely slowing down. This elephant of a man, however was still eating with reckless abandon and his body was giving me quite a show. His belly has swollen up to a massive size and was pushing his shirt so high that he almost looked like he was wearing a sports bra. And boy did my fat man need one. His moobs were coming in soft and fast. I had made sure to feed him lots of dairy to enable his body to grow pleasingly flabby complete with a belly filled with rolls, huge man titties, and a wide, tubby ass. “Want more chips?” I asked him already knowing the answer. He rubbed his hairy belly as the button on his elastic waistband jeans strained to contain its fat cargo. I bit my lip imagining that button popping those jeans open in the same way his previous pair had on that first night. I may have been weirded out at first, but I’ve thought back to that night so many times as I rubbed my clit thoroughly before passing out in pleasure. I opened the bag for him and brought him some ranch dip to help him to make that final push past 10,000 calories. If he finished it all that would put him there. There was no way he was stopping before every crumb was gone from that bag and every last drop of ranch was out of that bowl. “Thanks, Jess.” He said with a mouth full of chips. ‘Anything for you, my fat hog’ I thought greedily to myself. We watched one of the later season’s of Cheers with Kirstie Alley. Seeing her fatten up had always been a fascination of mine even before becoming fat in my undergrad. “I bet you loved seeing her fatten up as a young man.” I teased knowing that he snuck glances at my fat belly and ass when he thought I couldn’t see. I know he wanted me, but he was holding back. God I wanted him to just take me sometimes, to give into his lust. James blushed and got embarrassed. I knew when I had hit a bullseye with his fat admiration. He always tripped over his words whenever I teased him about loving fat women. He never gave a straight answer. “I, um, guess I found her, attractive before and I thought she looked good after.” “You liked seeing her gain weight, didn’t you? You wanted her to gain even more weight, I’d bet. You would have loved to be her feed her fatter?” He grew even more embarrassed as he steadily ate his chips and dip. “That was, um, something that I read some stories online about.” He said slightly breathlessly. “But that wasn’t enough for you. I bet you wanted more.” I said as I leaned closer and pushed his pillow away. I knew why he always seems to have one on his lap. He wanted to conceal his hard cock. I looked down and noticed the bulge in his stuffed jeans. I lost my breath when I noticed the size of its outline. He was huge! I leaned forward and drew my mouth closer his ear and my right hand into his bag of chips. I stuffed a small handful into his mouth and whispered. “You wanted that fatty to fatten you up too.” Which a loud clack, I heard James’ button bounce off the far wall. His belly forced his zipper down as his gut spilled out of his jeans. “Oh god! I’m getting so...fucking...fat! Make me...fatter!” He said as his hips thrust against his still clothed body. I helped him take his pants off revealing his massive thick cock. He was definitely over ten inches and he was girthy. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” I moaned as I fed him the last of the chips. I grabbed his cock and squeezed it as I thrust my hand furiously down it causing him to start feeling himself up. He squeezed at his belly taking all of his burgeoning fat rolls into his hands as he juggled it around. “Make me your fat pig!” He yelled as he pried his tight shirt off. I sucked on his nipples as I continued stoking his shaft. Without warning, James slowed down the action saying, “Are you sure you want this Jessica? I, don’t want you to feel-“ I stopped this nonsense by slowly dragging my tongue up his long shaft sending his body into jiggling convulsions as I slowly approached his throbbing head. I gave it a quick teasing suck right around his tip and said “yes.” At this news he gave way, closed his eyes for a few seconds and thrusted his hips up. When he opened them I was slipping my panties off revealing my 162 pound curvy body to him. I reached up and squeezed my tits together seductively. “God I want to be inside of you.” He said through gritted teeth. I quickly obliged as I reached for some lube I had hidden away in the coffee table and squirted a liberal amount around on his thick shaft. I knew this was going to be a bumpy ride, but I was determined to take him all in. I slowly mounted his cock and began working my way down. He was so thick that his shaft ran down my g-spot causing me to come all around him which helped me make the final descent. I had never taken anyone this big before but I was growing to love every moment of it. Before I knew it, James brought the remaining ranch up to my face and told me to chug the rest of it. My eyes dilated as I reached out to grab the bowl. I poured the leftover dressing down fast, much of it spilling on my bare breasts. At the sight, James thrust hard inside of me and pulled me close so he could lick the ranch off of me. I came two more times before feeling him release his load with one mighty cum-inducing thrust. We screamed out in pleasure together followed by a moment of heavy, nearly synchronized breathing and then he helped me slide off of him making me whimper in pleasure as his head slid out of my tight pussy. We then quickly retired to James’ bed and fell asleep holding each other’s fat bodies. Jessica (continued) I awoke the next morning and sleepily gazed upon the growing fat man next to me. He was not nearly close to where he needed to be, but I was going to get him there. I was going to fatten him up beyond his wildest dreams. James’ belly had shrunk down from the massive food baby he had last night. His moobs were only small lumps that were accentuated when he lounged on the couch. Soon they would grow rounder and fatter, sagging on the massive belly he would someday proudly flaunt around the bunker as he waddled between the kitchen and the couch. A tingle ran through my body at the thought. I wanted to dominate and fatten his body to epic proportions. Someday, my prized pig would squeal as I fucked his hog body all day and night feeding him more and more fattening food. I would be his obese dominatrix and tease and humiliate him before I had my way with his blubber filled body. He would be a slave to my fat belly, voluptuous cellulite ridden ass, and bouncing growing tits as he fed his master decadent treats while I stuffed him like the pig he already was. James was up to 215 pounds after three months of gaining, a gain of 55 pounds. Considering that he would most likely start fattening up at an even faster rate each and every month as his rotund belly demanded more food, he would pass three hundred pounds in probably three and a half months. I was determined to make it happen in three. I had my own goals to reach too. My first major step was to get back to the weight I was previously, 200 pounds, but I didn’t want to stop there. I wanted to grow to at least twice that size. Ever since that evening in the food storage room, I realized that I was meant to be fat. Not just chubby, but hugely obese. I yearned for James and I to reach epic proportions together. Someday I would catch up to him. No easy task since I had to make up a 53 pound deficit. The absurdity of it made me want it more. I was going to push myself until I was as fat as the whale of a man lying next to me. My mind drifted to the previous night when I gulped down the remaining ranch. Clearly James was trying to push me too, I thought to myself with an excited grin. With his help, I’ll become the fat piggy I should have been before losing the weight. James and I will live a life of gluttony and lust. Our fat bellies will squish together as we fuck each other’s soft, butter-grown bodies. My pussy gushed at that thought. “Hi there, beautiful.” James said sleepily as he pulled me down to the bed for a kiss. I quivered at his touch and ran my hand along his flabby belly. It was growing softer by the day. He migrated lower on my body, kissing and sucking on my breasts. My nipples grew hard in his mouth as he flicked and licked them with his tongue. He squeezed my little starter belly as he moved lower still. I was breathing hard in anticipation of the treat I was about to receive. His kisses moved along my pelvis, playfully teasing what was to come. I wanted him to eat my pussy ravenously, but the anticipation was driving me wild. I moaned into my pillow as he spread me open to get his first taste. I knew that he wouldn’t have to work long to send me into orgasmic bliss. His tongue found my clit and began feasting. Within a minute I was cumming hard on his buried face. But the pleasure didn’t stop there. My pig was hungry and he ate me out for what felt like hours. I came so many times I lost count, simply riding wave after wave of pleasure. Eventually, the sensation was so intense that I simply passed out. I awoke to the smell of sausages and pirogies with a massive scoop of sour cream on the side for dipping. James has brought large trays in for both of us to eat off of. ‘What time is it?’ I thought to myself. ‘Wait, why the hell do I even care? I live for food, sex, and this fatty sitting next to me.’ As James set the food down, he gave me a small kiss on the forehead before sitting with his own tray of breakfast. “I suppose we should talk about last night,” he said with a little anxiety on his voice. “I just want to make sure that you don’t feel obligated to sleep with me because I welcomed you into this bunker. I have grown very fond of you since you arrived. In the end, I hope you stick around and I would not want to jeopardize that for any reason. You’ve become more than just a room mate to me. You’re my best friend and I can feel myself falling for you.” I could tell that James was completely sincere when he said this. “I’ve never met a man like you, James. You compliment every part of me, my quirky sense of humour, my vulnerability about my past, and you’ve opened up a side of me that I thought had long since passed. I didn’t sleep with you because I felt obligated. I did it because I can feel myself falling for you too.” James almost looked as if he was going to cry. To be honest, I felt the same way. We embraced each other for about a minute before James let me go and said, “Our food is going to get cold. Us pigs have got to eat.” I didn’t need any more reminding about that. James That familiar elation of falling in love filled our next two months as vast quantities of food filled our bellies. Jessica especially was eating with great vigour, pushing herself to record breaking numbers of calories each day. She wanted to catch up to me. When I suggested that I could slow down for a little bit, she scoffed at the idea saying that a true feedee never backs down from a challenge. Indeed, she didn’t, gaining 43 pounds over the first month, and 45 pounds over the second month bringing her up to 250 pounds. She cried tears of joy when she saw the scale pass 200 and just continued her gluttonous path saying that she was finally making up for lost time. “We have to celebrate,” she said excitedly. “We need to celebrate every important milestone with some fantastic binge.” I thought for a couple seconds and remembered an old fantasy of mine. “Why don’t you make us two cakes and we can both eat them like pigs. No utensils.” Jessica’s eyes widened at the prospect. “An entire cake each? That’s going to be some serious eating. You sure we can do it?” I grinned a little fiendishly and poked her giant belly that was being framed by a pair of panties suspended above her bottom roll of fat. Seeing her soft belly poke out underneath her waistband drove me wild. “I think you’re gonna be just fine there, piggy.” I pulled her closer. Our bellies came together with a pleasing compression of fat. Her breasts had doubled in size since she started gaining and were thoroughly engulfing here original bra. “Why do you still wear that tiny thing?” I asked as I kissed her neck. She pushed me away slightly and replied, “For this very moment.” She then leaned back and her bra burst in two releasing her now D cup breasts. I don’t know how it was possible, but I somehow became more hard at this display. “God, I want you right now.” I said, my face buried in her bosom. I squeezed and kneaded her massive boobs and flicked her nipple with my tongue causing her breath to quicken. She responded by grabbing both sides of my hairy gut and shaking me around feeling my fat squish and undulate under her fingers. My belly was finally starting to give up its fight against gravity, sticking out four inches and hanging slightly over my waist band. At 270 pounds, I was starting to look fat, beyond tubby, and I was definitely not done gaining weight. Jessica grabbed at my moobs which were sensitive to her touch. “Somebody else here is growing a nice pair of breasts too.” She giggled mischievously as she continued to excite me with her touch. “You moobs are gonna be this size one day.” She grabbed at her chest, lifting and squeezing her voluptuous perfect breasts and giving me the sexiest look imaginable. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder, draping over her left breast as she lowered her face seductively. She drew near and pushed me playfully down to the bed and pulled my shorts down slowly, making a point to drag her hand slowly down my now rock hard penis. “I’ll never get tired of my big man’s incredible cock.” She said with a mischievous giggle. “Though I can see a little fupa starting to climb this dick.” Jessica leaned in and kissed the layer of fat that was beginning to emerge from my now big handsome body. “It’s gonna have to be really fat to cover me up.” I said confidently. “Oh, you think so?” Jessica said as she drew upward and licked the curvature of the head of my penis. “You’re destined to get fat with me. I never knew I’d wander into some bunker at the end of the world and meet a boy that I could fatten up into a man. But you’re gonna be my man, pig!” She said taking a firm hard grip on my dick. The sensation made my pelvis thrust forward bringing her hand down on my shaft. She allowed me a moment to recover from the amazing sensation. She repeated this intense experience several times, changing the interval between her satisfying squeezes. I could feel the most massive eruption of semen I have ever felt yearning to explode from my incredibly erect penis. “Oh...God, baby, YES!” I said in an orgasmic state. But Jessica didn’t squeeze again. No, she looked me in the eye and crossed her arms over her massive breasts. The dimmed lights caressed her face accentuating her beauty. She smirked at me and said, “You are not eating enough, fatty.” There was such the tone in her voice that clearly put me in her command. “I am so sorry, Jessica-“ “Don’t be sorry, pig! Eat!” She said as she squeezed my absolutely flabby and completely empty belly. My body still yearned to cum so badly that I felt in utter torture. One tiny stroke and I would have shot sperm clear to the ceiling. I wanted it so bad. Jessica put her hands aside her glorious stomach. It had undergone an amazing transformation. Her belly rested on her plump and already fluffy thighs, covering her pussy in a shadow from which it would soon seldom appear. “I’ve got this glorious body that is all yours to have and fatten up. And my pig has done well feeding me fat, but it’s time he got serious about his own gaining. Your fat goddess has gained 88 pounds of pure,” she said giving her chubby belly a squeeze. “Squeezable,” she pulled my hands to her belly and forced me to knead her stomach. My cock ached from the lack of release. “Fat.” She said with unmitigated pleasure, gasping slightly from my touch. “Be the hog I know you can be. 55 pounds in two months is not enough for you, pig. You should have never let me get within striking distance of your weight this fast. You need to eat better if you want us to become the pinnacle of feedees, the fattest and sexiest humans who have ever grazed this earth. We are going to be the fattest two humans who have ever lived.” My mind was bombarded with images of the two of us both surpassing 2000 pounds, our bodies, two amazing monuments to hyper obesity, being fattened for the end of time. “I expect you to keep up with me as I charge ahead into immobility.” My mind flashed ahead to a time when our massive blubbery bodies are pushing into each other as we grow our way into record shattering fat glory. “I will, my beautiful fat lover.” “Damn right, I’m your beautiful fat lover! I’m beautifully fat and getting fatter, but I also love your fat body.” She let a faint but noticeable glint of absolute love and admiration on her face before becoming playfully stern again. “I’m going to be 100 pounds heavier in one month. I was so desperately trying to reach it over this last two month span, but I fell short. That will not happen again. You need to catch up to my pace. In two months, I will weigh 350 pounds. I need to maintain that rate of growth, but I’m not going to let my sexy lover not keep pace with me. You will gain 80 pounds for these two months and we will keep pace with one another after that. Do you understand, pig?” “Yes, my beautiful fat and sexy lover.” I said as a leaned back convulsively. “Good,” She squeezed my cock one last time returning me to my nearly exploding stupor. “because piggies get rewarded when they please me. Eat everything I say today and I’ll make you cum in a way you’ll never forget.” With a gentle, yet undeniable swagger of dominance, Jessica had turned me into her feedee pig. She was the most stunning and sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. I was in her control and I never wanted out of it. James (continued) Jessica, still in just her small pair of panties walked over to a nearby chest of drawers and bent over to retrieve an item of clothing out of the bottom drawer. As she bent over, her skimpy pair of underwear was drawn further up her now canyon like ass. She flung a pair of skimpy men’s briefs at me and said, “I made piggy some new clothes. Put it on.” I slid the tight pair of underwear up my fat legs. They were somewhat high cut showing more of my ass than I was used to. Jessica had made sure to leave enough room for my junk to create an exquisite bulge in the front. She quivered at the sight. “Oh, that’s gonna do just fine,” she said as she grabbed my dick. “Come with me, fatty.” I followed her to the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator door. “We are going to eat every last crumb of food in this fridge. Every bottle will be emptied, every leftover finished, every drink consumed.” This was going to be no easy task as the fridge was already pretty full. Jessica handed me the remainder of a bottle of blue cheese dressing and she grabbed a used bottle of ranch. With perfect synchronicity, we both started chugging our bottles. I had never eaten this way, but I felt transformed. Jessica had flipped a switch inside my head that made me want to just continue eating at all costs. We polished off the pickles, fancy mustards, the bottle of ketchup (which thankfully we didn’t have to chug too must of that), cheeses, deli meats, leftovers, what few fruits and veggies we had, and everything else we laid our greedy hands upon. All that was left was a gallon of chocolate milk that I had frozen for a special occasion. It was now defrosted, yet still much colder than the fridge’s temperature. Jessica sat on the floor and let her belly hang between her outstretched legs. How soon will that belly begin resting on the floor, I wondered to myself. The image made me sigh in anticipation. She began pouring the chocolate milk down her throat, a good deal of it falling onto her chest and between her breasts, coating her fat belly. She stopped at the halfway mark and handed the jug over to me. Panting, she said, “now it’s your turn piggy. Drink all of that in one go.” I tipped the jug and received my first taste of the chocolate milk. It had been months since I had had a drink so rich. Like Jessica, a good deal of milk spilled down on my belly, but I didn’t care. The cold only pushed me to go faster. Jessica watched me intently as I finished it to the last drop. I lowered the jug and looked over at Jessica. She had a slightly dazed yet supremely contented expression on her face. Her mouth was still surrounded with chocolate milk overflow and she licked her lips seductively. She looked fatter than I had ever seen her. Her inner thighs were beginning to fight for dominance and her belly was so far distended that she looked several months past due. “Did that satisfy my piggy’s appetite?” She asked breathlessly as she absentmindedly stroked her belly. I had never been so stuffed, yet I knew that this was just the beginning of this epic binge. I moaned in agreement and without trying, both of us fell asleep sitting on the floor of the kitchen surrounded by empty food containers. When we awoke, we heaved our still full bodies up and Jessica situated me on the couch. It was now 4pm and she needed to make the cakes. She situated me on the couch and gave me a bag of chips and some root beer. “You know what to do, pig.” She said as she grabbed a huge handful of my belly and shook it. “I need more of my man to please. Give your sexy fat mistress more.” She then leaned over and stuck her tongue down my throat. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her with every fibre of my being. Jessica took notice of the massive erection forming in my pants. “Nuh, uh, uh,” she said wagging her finger. “I only let real fatties fuck me.” All of the pent up sexual energy went to my appetite and I polished off both the bag of chips and soda in less than 15 minutes as I watched TV. Jessica came in wearing an apron over her bare chest. The sides of her breasts were on full display. God, I wanted her. “Who wants to lick the beaters?” She said as she licked a big wooden spoon covered in cake batter. I grabbed the beaters and probed them with my tongue, cleaning off every last morsel of batter. With the cakes in the oven, Jessica grabbed herself a snack, a bag of chips and soda, and we preceded to lounge around for the remainder of the afternoon. The cakes were cooling by 7pm when Jessica said it was time for dinner. She cooked four boxes of macaroni and cheese, doubling the amount of butter in the recipe. My belly was delightfully filled after this and I began to worry about finishing the cake. Jessica did not make this any easier. Every 20-30 minutes she made me eat something else, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a small bowl of ice cream, a box of crackers with cream cheese. I knew I had never eaten so many calories in one day. Once 11pm rolled around, Jessica announced that it was time for cake. This was no small cake that she had made me. It was a ten inch wide triple layered chocolate cake that I already knew would be delicious. “I know my piggy is worried about finishing his meal, but I’m going to show you how it’s done. You sit back and enjoy the show.” With that, Jessica dropped to all fours and began attacking her cake, ravenously biting off piece after piece. Her mouth was covered in chocolate frosting, but she didn’t care, she just ate and ate. “Get down here and smack my ass!” She demanded through a mouthful of cake. I happily obliged, while also rubbing her low hanging belly. Every spanking caused her to whine with ecstasy. “Harder,” she moaned. “I know you love my fat ass, give it to me harder!” I left multiple red handprints on her flabby behind before she decided to sit upright and told me to watch her from the couch. She laid the remaining cake (roughly half or so) on the floor and began to grab handfuls of it, grunting and moaning in pleasure as she greedily consumed her dessert. When she finished she rubbed her now cake soiled hands all over her distended belly. She was breathing heavily and quickly, clearly near the point of orgasm. I started to get up, but Jessica stopped me. “Watch me pleasure myself as you stroke your dick, but don’t you dare cum, pig.” I happily agreed and watched her stick her hand down the front of panties to her now dripping wet pussy. She felt up and squeezed every accessible roll of fat all over her body, cumming for me three times before getting up weakly and slumping into one of the chairs. She was still covered in cake. “Now it’s your turn, fatty. Prove to me that you’re capable of this. Eat that entire cake and I will reward you. But before you do, put this on.” She reached into the side table’s drawer and retrieved my very familiar looking cock ring that also squeezed my balls quite satisfyingly. “I found somebody’s stash of toys.” She said in a sing-song fashion. “I don’t know why you didn’t get those out sooner. We’re gonna have some real fun now.” I didn’t know why I had not told Jessica about my stash of sex toys. It seemed so stupid not to. I guess I was a little embarrassed at the size of my collection. I slipped the cock ring on and felt my privates get squeezed tightly, making both my penis and balls look even bigger than they already were. The sight of my fat cock and my even fatter woman who was covered in the remains of chocolate cake spurred my appetite. I brought the cake up to my mouth and started eating just as fast as Jessica had before me. My belly was swollen with a huge day’s worth of binging, but I didn’t care, I was going to finish. I kept going at the cake with urgency as Jessica encouraged and teased me. “That’s right, fatty. This is how you were meant to eat. A big sexy hog devouring his meals, getting messy while he shoves food in his mouth as quickly as possible.” Despite Jessica’s encouragement and my incredible arousal, I hit a wall about 2/3 of the way through the cake. Jessica gave me a moment to breathe and then heaved her fat body off the chair. Her belly looked like it had a beach ball inflated in it. Her movements were incredibly laboured, but it didn’t stop her from attending to her pig. “Lie down for me, piggy.” She slid the remaining cake off of the plate and onto my chest. “You’re going to finish that cake and I’m going to help you.” With that she spread my legs apart slightly and squeezed my testicles firmly. The sensation filled me with excitement and caused my dick to grow even harder. She then playfully slapped my balls around which only heightened my arousal. But she was not done yet. I looked at her as she teased my balls. She was clearly enjoying giving me this pleasurable pain, but I could see nothing of the actual act past my simply gargantuan belly which had swollen up to a size it had never been before. It was so round and taut. Jessica then leaned down and kissed my belly all over giving me goosebumps before descending behind my large gut. She gripped the base of my penis and ran her tongue between my two balls. My pupils dilated and I couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure. “Eat, pig!” Jessica said as she kept attending to my swollen testicles. I had gotten a second wind and began to cram the remaining cake into my face. I moaned and yelled out in pleasure as I stuffed my belly even fatter. Jessica began to work my base of my shaft while she squeezed my balls. Looking over my mountainous belly, she noticed that I had just finished my cake. “That’s my hog!” She said excitedly between sensual kisses all up my rock hard cock. “When I see you eat like that it makes me so...ravenous.” She said as she began to take the tip of my penis into her mouth. Jessica’s luscious lips worked lower and lower down my shaft as her right hand kept working my balls. She was well over six inches down and she showed no signs of stopping. I had never been this deep in a woman’s mouth before, but apparently Jessica had be practicing. She took more in as she let her throat relax. Amazingly she reached the base of my 11 inch penis and I exploded into her. She slowly withdrew as she gulped down my seed. When she removed my dick from her mouth, sperm and cake coated her lips which she seductively licked off. “Holy fuck!” I said as I rubbed my swollen belly. “How did you...do that?” She looked coyly at me as she patted her belly proudly. “Big girls like big meals.” She said with a little wink. Jessica I had trouble sleeping that night due to how aroused I still was by James’ stuffing. Never had I felt so sexual as when I took control of my piggy and made him eat himself fatter. I ended up waking up my stuffed hog twice just so he could stuff me with his massive cock. He, of course pleased his mistress thoroughly. The sight of his distended engorged belly undulating with his every thrust deep inside of me was hypnotic. His hairy belly was beginning to cast a shadow on his big dig while underneath that gut, his growing fupa was beginning to grow over the base of his long shaft. As he pounded my pussy, I kept thinking about how big I was going to have to make him for his fat to engulf his penis. I dreamed of a day that I’d have to push back layers of fat just to give the tip of his penis a good sucking. I awoke late in the morning to an empty bed, my still engorged belly showing the previous day’s progress. “James,” I called out to my lover. “Just a moment, my sweet piggy.” He called from the other room. Within a few seconds he emerged with an entire tray of bacon, farmer’s sausages, and breakfast patties. My eyes widened at the impressive spread. “Figures my piglet could use a hearty breakfast before we begin our day of eating.” James said as he plopped his big ass on the bed. His little shorts clung to his thick ass cheeks tightly, slightly digging into thighs and completely outlining the contour of his round behind. My man had a chunky ass and I loved it. “God yes. You’ve brought all my favourite fatty breakfast meats. I hope they’re extra greasy. I love licking grease from my face after eating bacon.” “I love sticking my tongue in your mouth and tasting bacon.” “Oh, fuck! You always know what to say to your fat princess to turn her on.” We both ate what must have been 3 pounds of breakfast meat before we started making out. Tasting bacon on my lover’s lips was divine. We pushed our fat bellies together and groped at each other’s blubber for about 30 minutes after which time we snuggled together for a while. My head laid on James’ chest and I listened to the sound of his heartbeat, which was a comfort for me and lulled me back asleep as I hugged his body close. He made me feel so comfortable and safe. I woke up before James did and kissed him on the cheek. I looked at his peacefully sleeping face and my heart gushed. I had never felt this way about anyone before and during the two months after world’s end when I was outside the bunker, I thought my chances for love were all but over. I loved this man, and not just for his sexy fat body, but everything about him. He was generous, kind, funny, extremely capable, and sweet. I couldn’t believe that he had come into my life. “What you thinking about there, baby?” James’ question had taken me out of my swooning. “James, I want you to know that...I love you. You’ve become the most important thing in my life and I’m so grateful for these past few months. You’ve done more than just give me a safe place to ride out the end of the world. You’ve completed me in ways that I never knew were possible.” I began tearing up a little and James pulled me into his arms and held me close. “Jessica, I’ve been in love with you from the start. I knew from the moment you came back to the bunker that first day that my life would be forever changed. You are my everything. You are the sunlight that keeps me feeling warm each day, the moon and stars that fill me with wonder and let me know my place in the world, and the clouds that bring joy and spur imagination in my soul. We may never see the outside world again, but with you I’ll never need it. You are everything that matters in my world.” I was now seriously crying. “Damnit, James. Why’d you have to make me cry so much.” I laughed through happy tears. We lied there and felt comfort from each other’s presence for a little while before deciding to get out of bed. James made us a couple of frozen pizzas each for our late lunch. It was laze around in underwear kind of day and the metal chairs felt cool on our pudgy thighs as we sat down and ate our meal. “Did you like yesterday?” I asked a little sheepishly. “I kind of got carried away. You were turning me on so hard with your eating, I couldn’t help myself.” James blushed a bit and accidentally dropped a piece of pepperoni on his right breast. My eyes widened at this image. “Jess,” he began as he picked up the fallen meat and plopped it in his mouth leaving a shiny grease spot on his skin. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I felt like you took my gaining to a whole new level and you unlocked this submissive side of me that I never knew was there. I’m gonna get so fat by your hand, fatter than I ever thought possible.” “I don’t want to be your fat dominatrix all day every day. I love laying around and just being a fatty with you. But...I did love stuffing my fat pig, slapping his balls around, and subjecting him to my every command. I also meant what I said about your rate of weight gain. I want us to fatten up together.” James smiled. “That won’t be a problem, my fat mistress.” I smirked at him and crossed my arms over my gorgeous breasts. “Good, pig. Now go make us about four pounds of pasta.” Jessica (continued) “Come here, pig!” I called out to my blubbery boy toy. “Your master needs to see what she has created.” James entered from the walk-in closet wearing a giant bathrobe I had made for him just yesterday. He looked positively round, the ideal shape for my growing hog. “Follow me, pig, we need to weigh your fat ass. I’ve got a feeling I’ve reached 350 pounds. You had better hope that you’re there too, otherwise my fat blimp of a man will get punished.” “I live to be fattened by you, my voluptuous vixen.” James replied. “I hope I’ve met your expectations.” “Me too.” I replied, walking over to the closet where the industrial scale was stored. “Either way, your queen sized mistress will have her way with you.” As I turned, my belly ran into the open door swinging it wider. 150 pounds ago, I seldom ran into furniture. Now a day rarely passed where I didn’t bump my massive belly or ass into something. God, I loved being so obese. I set the scale on the ground and stepped on it. The numbers soared higher and higher before resting on 352 pounds. “God you’re so fucking fat!” James said huskily. His voice had deepened slightly with the extra weight and his burgeoning baritone voice excited me. “I’ve turned into a real butterball for you, my sexy bear of a man, and I’m nowhere near done. Now, disrobe for me.” James grabbed his robe from both sides and ripped the garment off revealing his hog body in all its glory. My beer bellied little boy was long gone. In his place, a whale of a man with a huge hanging, cellulite ridden belly punctuated by a deep cave-like navel. My pig’s overhang reached just beyond his crotch now, requiring him to lift his burdensome belly and rest it on my fat body whenever he fucked me. The weight of it resting on me was a tremendous turn on. His breasts, calling them moobs undersold their size, left huge folds in their wake that ran along the sides of his massive figure. His floppy tits were so huge that his nipples no longer pointed outward, but rather down towards his fat belly. His wide ass stuck out significantly behind him giving him an almost feminine kind of booty for his mistress to play with (and boy was I going to have fun with it tonight). His arms were now beefy and the fat stored there spread wide when it rested on his side. A second chin and chubby cheeks adorned his handsome face giving him the look of a man who was born to be fat. I bit my lip lustily. God, I wanted to ride him like the blimp he was. “Step on the scale fatty.” I said, reasserting my dominance over him. My pig slave waddled up to the scale and stepped on. The display read 351. I had to read him the number because he couldn’t see past his belly. “351 pounds. I’m finally a fat hog.” He ran his hand all over his soft body causing him to become erect. His penis, albeit still hard, thick, and satisfying, became less impressive looking as the pounds settled on his body. His fupa was coming in and his large belly prevented his dick from sticking straight out without assistance. A lesser man would have been buried under all this fat. He merely looked slightly above average. This impediment did not get in the way of his sexual prowess, quite the contrary actually. I came around his dick harder and more frequently with each new pound. I bent over to pick up the scale on the ground taking care to show my man my full moon. I was wearing tight grey leggings and a white tank top that should have been phased out of my wardrobe 75 pounds ago. I loved how my belly hung far beyond its grasp, well over my pussy, which itself was becoming more cavernous as my own fupa came in. As I bent over I heard a loud rip and could feel the leggings open up along my ass crack, providing easy access for any amorous visitors. James never missed an opportunity if it presented itself and he was on my blubbery buns with alarming quickness for a man his size. I gasped with pleasure as he took me and bent me over the table. My butter made belly spread wide as he proceeded to line himself up enter me from behind through the newly created rip in my leggings. I was usually the dominant one, but I was happy to put that on hold while my elephant sized man entered my tight asshole with his thick trunk. His girth stretched me open as he burrowed deep inside me. “Yes, baby! Drop your fat belly on my ass!” He lifted his belly up with both hands and dropped the full weight of it on my chunky ass. Our fat collided with a mighty plop. “Oh fuck, you’re so fat! You’re so fucking fat!” “You made me this way!” James said pantingly as he thrust ever deeper inside of me. “You wanted me fat, now I’m supersized!” He continued to pound me making me squeal. “You’re massive! I needed you massive!” I said between moans and squeals. My voice grew higher as I grew closer to orgasm. “You needed to be a fat hog to handle my fat ass!” “God, your ass has grown so enormous! I can’t wait to see it double in size.” He knew how to excite me. “Oh fuck!” I screamed. My pussy gushed from pleasure. “Make-me-so-fucking-fat” I said in rhythm with his thrusts. “I’m yours to grow!” “You’re going to get huge with me. First 400 pounds.” “Oh yeah?” I squealed. “Then 500.” “Yes, daddy!” “The weight will pile on. 700, 800, 900...1000 pounds!” Each weight was punctuated with a mighty thrust into my backside. “Oh, fuck baby!” I screamed. “Make me even fatter!” “I’m not stopping there, pig.” “Tell me how fat! Tell me how fat!” My demands were breathless and almost incoherent. James picked up the pace and pounded me with more intensity. “You’re gonna be the fattest woman who ever lived!” “Oh fuck! Make me weigh more than a ton. MAKE ME SO FAAAAAAAATTT!” I screamed as I came hard. “Oh fuck, yes!” James said through gritted teeth. He thrust a few more times. “2000 pounds of pure...F...f...oh fuck!” He came hard inside me. I could feel his strong penis convulse inside me as he ejaculated. With that, my fat man collapsed on me for a moment, 703 pounds of fat squished together in post sexual bliss. Then we heard a crack...

I really like stories that feature Cam Modeling, male or female weight gain. Can you guys recommend any?

Found this site via another model posting on Google. So, I thought I'd poke around...just exploring the site. Is Curvage more like a porn site (e.g., ManyVids), plus sized social site, or both? Anyone here in the Kansas City area?

As the title says, I'm looking for a story i read recently but can't find the original source; it's about a fitness obsessed couple who, while out jogging, bump into and insult a heavyset bearded nerd after which throughout the course of the day visit various fast food places etc and quickly gain weight and become nerds themselves. I've tried various searches but with no luck. Any help would be appreciated.

I wanted to start a thread for specific fantasies we wished we could share in a perfect scenario. I always find it interesting what this community finds attractive as well as the little nuances that crop up for people's "ideal" or "fantasy" situation, and we don't often share for fear of rejection or ridicule from our partners. It could be major or minor, and hopefully will be open enough to see that we all have something, and it may even give us some courage in the real world as well! Here's one I was thinking of the other day: A thin woman who I've opened up to decides to indulge me by gaining. She finds it sexy how it turns me on and that she can finally let loose. So we set a goal, let's say 300 pounds. Before she starts this journey she wants the commitment and assurance that I really love her, so we decide to tie the knot. She wants to be thin and beautiful for the wedding day, but makes sure to tell me how I'm going to get "a very fat wife" as soon as we say "I do". So we go through the wedding day and it's wonderful. Everything she wanted, and plenty of knowing glances during the ceremony of what is to come after. At the reception she eats more than she ever has, dances, feasts, and laughs at all the fun we have. The seam on her one-size-too-small dress seams to be straining under her newfound abandon for cake and traditional wedding fare. After the reception we retire to our hotel room, it's 1A.M. and we are both tired, but excited. The air is electric. She has her bedroom eyes on, and tells me she has a few wedding gifts just for me. She sits me down on the bed and brings out a scale. She hops on and it reads "120" pounds. She takes out a camera and snaps a picture of the number, and has me take a picture of her in her dress, as well as out of it in some lingerie that covers her up. Then she undresses down to her under garments, and presents her best gift: a tattoo across the bottom of her belly. In small numbers, it reads: #300. And then she turns around and on her lower back In the same style: #115. She smiles and tells me she may have gotten and early start on her wedding weight. "It's a little gift for us because now when you see me walk away you'll know where I came from, and when I walk back towards you, you can see where I'm going.". That to me is an incredibly passionate, unrealistic, and powerful fantasy of mine that I think shows how odd and specific this whole thing can be. I hope it inspires some others to jot theirs down, but really I wanted to put this in relationships because "coming out" to a partner is hard enough, but being willing to share a unrealistic but admittedly present part of one's self is just as important in a healthy relationship. I hope you guys share whatever you are comfortable with, but also realize that if you open up to a partner it may be able to be used for role-play, pillow talk, or just getting it off your chest. With a little luck it may even come true!

https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/kqfjohnz6uakyz_6ayeezw/a-day-of-gluttony Short interactive text adventure from the perspective of a feedee. Male or female players. Have fun!

I think this census may bring some interest to a lot of people over here. Join the subcription and enjoy for your own the quiz. Link just below: "The Fat Census Q. WHAT IS THE FAT CENSUS? A. The Fat Census is an analytical tool that we created to ask fat people about their experiences to create and provide more data on fatphobia through an intersectional lens. The census is intentionally curated to interrelate how sizism is amplified by antiblackness, racism, ableism, colorism, transphobia, etc. When we process the responses to the survey, we will release a report breaking down the realities and truths of fat people's experiences and how we can demand more resources for our humanity and body liberation. Q. WHO IS IT FOR? WHO IS ALLOWED TO TAKE IT? A. Anyone who exists as a larger bodied person. Whether you name your body as fat, plus size, curvy, more to love, big and tall, etc., you are invited to take this very necessary census so that we can create more data on the experiences we have in our fat bodies. Q. WHAT'S THE GOAL OF THE CENSUS? A. Free Figure will be releasing the start to an annual breakdown of the research we've found, to name demands for the change we seek to create, and to hold accountable the systems that harm us. The report will be a coalition led effort. Q. WHEN WILL THE RESULTS BE RELEASED? A. January 2018." https://www.freefigure.org/fatcensus/

I found it at this weird horror/fantasy/sci-fi site SCP Foundation. Very weird but definetely arousing. Contains male weight gain and implied female gain too http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3520 anybody else know of weight gain content on this site?

"In The Naked Truth, five obese young people talk in raw and revealing detail about what it's like to be obese, how and why they think they became obese and how they feel about their bodies."

New story I've been working on. Security Detail Can Be Fattening Jake (JMJ) "Why are we in antique shop again Ro?" George sullenly asked his friend as he looked towards the exit of the store. They had been at the mall for over half an hour and most of that time had been spent inside this ratty antique shop. "Because I need to get a gift and I know that that coworker of ours loves these kinds of things." Rosa angrily responds to her friend while picking up a music chest. The short Italian girl was in no mood to here her friend and coworker complain about anything. "But the mall, it's got a lot of chicks out there that want to see the 'Georgester' flex a little while they shop." George demonstrates by flexing his bicep in his tight polo shirt, the veins in his arms and chest bulging in response. The man is a dedicated gym rat who cares about exercise almost as much as he does about what women think of him. He grins at Rosa and winks, although she is unimpressed. "You tried that on me when we met our first day at Restart.com, you really think it's going to work a year later?" "Well, I have gained more muscle mass since then. And you've gotta be the only woman who doesn't want a guy who is 6-3 and can bench almost twice his weight." Rosa just shakes her head and returns to looking at the items in the store. A Much younger but also much heavier woman waddles up to her, a fake smile on her face. "Hello, how can I help you today?" "I'm looking for a gift for my coworker but I have no clue what to get her. She's about 50, ornery, and morbidly obese, oops, no offence." The store worker continues with her fake smile and tries to play it off. "It's ok, I get that a lot. Tends to happen when you miss a few gym sessions." George laughs at this before giving a look at Rosa who also finds this funny. The store clerk, who clearly has dealt with it before just presses on. "Anyway, maybe just get her a picture frame, we have a few over here that just came in." Rosa and George head over to the middle of the store and see a few items, although nothing catches her eye. "Oh what's that? Rosa points to a rack of key chains. On it sits two gold chains with a large red object in the shape of a ball. It almost appears as though it is a ruby “ball and chain”. "That's I believe a ruby, but I'm sure it's a rip off. I found them at a garage sale and the woman was really happy to get rid of them. No way it’s real. Rosa is seemingly drawn to the key chains as they shine in her eyes. She picks them up and holds them in her hands. “These look really nice. What do you think George, are they real?” George, who has been busy flirting with another shopper turns to Rosa and barely nods his head in agreement. "I like them. I’ll take that silver frame and this key chain. “Actually they’re a set. Still pretty cheap all things considered. The clerk takes her credit card and rings her up. Rosa immediately takes one of the key chains and puts her apartment and car keys on it. "The ruby on this key chain is definitely real. I’d probably get a decent price for this if I sold it, but I think I’ll give it to my good friend." Her friend is not paying attention as he is too busy slurping on his protein shake from GNC. "Huh?” Rosa shakes her head before slapping him in the shoulder. “I’m giving you a gift. Come on, put it on your key chain.” George just shrugs his shoulders and puts his car keys on the ring. “Thanks, I think. Ha, look at that security guard stuff his face over there! How can he be in charge of security?" The duo glance over at a man, probably in his early 20s, who is rather large, wearing a mall cop uniform sitting in the food court munching away on some grub from the local McDonalds. It is evident from the way his uniform clings to his body that he clearly has put on weight since the uniform was given to him. He also has ketchup stains on the collar of his white button down shirt. "Lol, that is one fat rent a cop. Can you imagine us being like that?" George shudders at the thought. "Ugh, there's no way either of us would ever look like that, I take too much pride in these abs, just like you take pride in your body. Fat slobs who are losers like that guy obviously are too lazy and don't work hard. Rosa smiles as she adjusts the waist band on her yoga pants, giving people a hint of her flat trim waist. "Restart.com would have to go under before I ever considered working here" she says, chuckling at that thought. Her muscle bound friend laughs and put his hand on her shoulder. "You and me both!" As they walk through the rest of the mall they continue to laugh at the security guard and other people they deem as "lazy" while they look at other stores and areas of the large shopping center. It isn't until after 7 when Rosa finally makes her way back to her apartment for the night. She fixes herself a salad and some fruit for the next day at work before hopping in a quick shower to relax for the night. TV doesn't do anything for so she decides to call it an early night. Before she does, she slips her new ring back on and admires herself in the mirror. She pushes her long auburn hair past her face and grins as she looks below her neck line. She has never been endowed with large breasts but they are still rather perky, albeit average sized perkiness. Her abs are almost completely visible, a testament to many years of dancing and eating right. Her behind is full from squats and dancing, her tan thighs powerful and strong but retaining a curviness that is shown off effectively in short mini skirts. Rosa is only 5-1 but she is feisty for her size. She always states it's because she's Italian but the reality is it's because she always strives to be the best no matter what. To her fat people, lazy people, slobs, anyone not in power to her is a loser and not worth her time. It's the main reason she is associate branch manager at restart.com. She grins as she points goes about her routine of putting all the things she needs for the next day on her dresser. She admires the key chain in the mirror and laughs at the comments she and George made earlier in the day. Her laughter is cut off when she receives a little jolt from the chain in her hand, just a tad more painful than static electricity. She drops her keys on the dresser and heads towards the bed. "Damn key chain. Maybe I should give you to that bitch instead of that picture frame tomorrow." Rosa shuts her lights off and crawls into bed and falls fast asleep. The ring on chain glows brightly as its owner sleeps. Rosa was not aware of it, but this would be the last peaceful night of sleep she would have for a long time.

I am new member , BHM from Spain , 120kg

Hi everyone! Some of you might already remember or know me, I've been in this world for a very, very long time. I'm a lifetime time fat & feederism fetishist and apparently a bit (or a lot) of an exhibitionist. I'm starting a new job with wonky overnight hours, and will likely be here late at night trying to shoot the shit with y'all. Please enjoy some pix and gifs say what's up!

The Cyclists This story is pure fiction, but inspired by GainedACouple (https://www.curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/11861-crapi-gained-some-weight/) GainedACouple was a fit mountain biker who got married, took a desk job and went from fit to fat. (Full disclosure: I don’t know anything about mountain biking, so sorry if I got that part wrong…please just go with it.) Part 1: Danny and Jake Danny and Jake were best friends practically from birth. Their parents were next door neighbors and Danny was born just two weeks after Jake. Thanks hey started playing together as toddlers and were inseparable throughout grade school and high school. Although Jake’s Dad and Mom were good friend with Danny’s parents, the two sets of parents were quite different. Jake’s Dad and Mom were health conscious and definitely into family fitness. Jake’s Mom was a dietician at the local hospital and worked as a part time fitness instructor. Jake’s Dad was a lawyer and through his firm had a membership at a tennis club. On weekends and evenings in the summer he enjoyed maintain biking and would often be gone for hours on long rides around town and into the local hills. Danny’s parents enjoyed good food, craft beers and fine wines and rarely exercised. Danny’s Mom was an excellent cook and kept his Dad well fed. While pregnant with Jake, his Mom, Janine, gained the recommended 25-30 pounds and within six weeks after his birth she was back in the gym and back to her pre-pregnancy weight of 115 pounds on a 5’ 5” frame. Jake’s Dad, Jacob, Senior, worked out and rode his bike all through Janine’s pregnancy and maintained his firm abs, and 160 lb., 6’ 0” physique. Danny’s Mom, Francia, on the other hand, gained over 50 pounds during her pregnancy, and held onto at least 30 after the baby was born. By the time Danny entered kindergarten, her weight had swelled from 120 pounds on her wedding day to close to 200 pounds eight years later, making her quite plump for her petite height of 5’ 3”. Likewise, Francia’s good cooking and maybe some sympathy weight during his wife pregnancy added to her husband Frank’s girth. Eight years into his marriage, his 32” waist had swelled to over 40” with a sizable belly pushing out over his belt. His weight had climbed from about 165 lbs. on his wedding day to over 235. Still, they were happy and content and loved spending time with their growing young son. Jake, Sr. had his son on his Bike as soon as he could and had Junior riding his own bicycle by the time he was three. Because they were so close, Danny begged his parents for a bicycle as soon as Danny started riding. They were soon a cycling twosome tagging along behind Jake, Sr. through the hills around town. As Danny and Jake grew so did their bikes. By the time they were in high school they each had both a high end mountain bike and an advanced light-weight street racing bike. On weekends, Jake’s dad would take them to events were they could race competitively. Although it was Jake’s Dad who got them into bike racing it was Danny that really excelled and almost always came home with a medal. By the end of junior year of high school, Danny and Jake had just turned 17 years of age. They were both lean sinewy athletic machines with muscular legs and very low body fat. Danny was the slighter of the two, at just 5’ 9” he weighed in at a scant 130 lbs. Part 2: The Incident Just then something happened that would change the course of their summer. The day after school ended for summer break, Danny and Jake went on a long bike ride in the local mountains. After a couple of hours, they were coming down the mountain. Danny was leading at a break neck speed when he came around a bend and the trail was blocked by a small rock slide. His front wheel hit to rocks and he went over the handle bars. Fortunately he was wearing a helmet, so no damage to the head or face, but his right hand and foot broke the fall, resulting in sprains to both wrist and ankle. Danny would be laid up for at least six and probably more like eight weeks with braces on both his wrist and ankle. This would take him through June and most of July. He hoped that in August he could get back into shape and be ready for cycling again when senior year started in September. Like all mothers, Danny’s Mom always worried that her son was too skinny and was not getting enough to eat. To be honest, Danny never worried about food or nutrition. He ate what he wanted when he wanted until he was full, and then burned it all off on his bicycle. Although Janine hated seeing her son in any pain, she secretly enjoyed have him around the house all day and waited on him hand and foot. Janine worked as a bookkeeper and did most of her work from home, so she would always be there to take care him. The day always started with a hearty American breakfast, typically with eggs, potatoes, bacon or sausage and toast or a bagel. Sometimes it would include pancakes or French toast. Around 10 AM, a mid-morning snack would be a danish or a donut or two. Lunch would usually involve soup, a sandwich, a bag of chips, a cola, and maybe an apple, a cookie or a cupcake for dessert. Another cookie or a brownie made a nice mid-afternoon snack. By late afternoon, the house would be filled with the savory aroma of Mom’s home cooking. Pasta was her favorite dish and she made her own sweet tasting sauce to go with spaghetti and meatballs or a cheesy, meaty, pan of lasagna. That coupled with fresh bread and butter and a fresh salad was a mouth watering delight. By 5 PM, those mouth watering aromas would have Danny’s appetite peaked to a fevered pitch. By 6 PM, dinner time, his stomach would be grumbling and ready for a feast. If it was lasagna, it would usually be three large squares, or if spaghetti, two big helpings and three large meatballs. Breakfast and lunch would be taken at his usual perch on a recliner in the living room with his foot propped up. For dinner he would hobble to the dining room and afterwords lumber back to his recliner stuffed to the gills. The day would typically be capped off with bedtime snack of milk and cookies. As the days of June marched on to the first day of summer and then into early July, this onslaught calories was definitely taking its toll on Danny’s waistline. It wasn’t just Danny. There was a carryover effect on Jake as well. On most days during this period, Jake would have a healthy breakfast with his family; typically something like granola. Then, when his parents went off to work, he would go out cycling until lunch time. At lunch time, he would head over to spend the afternoon with Danny. That would mean lunch from Danny’s Mom, afternoon snack, and often he would get invited to dinner. Compared to the health food his Mom served, this was a luscious treat. It wasn’t long before Jake noticed that Danny was putting on weight. At the same time he seemed clueless about any changes his own body may have been experiencing. About two weeks into Danny’s recovery, Jake noticed that Danny’s size small shirts were fitting snugger around the middle. A few days later, through the t-shirt, he could see that his shorts were unbuttoned. At first he didn’t make any comments, but one day he finished his cycling early and stopped by when Danny was enjoying his mid-morning snack. Danny was sitting with a half empty box of donuts and was munching on a donut as Jake walked in. Danny had gotten into the habit of going a few days between shaves, and his facial stubble was laced with with powdered sugar and crumbs. More crumbs had made their way down and settled on the tight shirt that barely covered his expanding paunch. “Wow, do you ever stop eating?,” was Jake’s greeting. Danny just looked up and said, “Wanna donut? There’s two left.” “Um, yeah, OK. They do look good.” A few weeks later, Danny’s Mom had made a large pan of double cheese lasagna for dinner, with lots of fresh bread and butter. Frank was away on business and Francia only had one square for herself. That left the rest of the pan for the two “growing” boys. An unspoken contest emerged as the two young men tried outdo each other, eating square by square until the entire pan was empty and every bit of lasagna and all the bread was eaten. Everything was washed down with large glasses of milk. Once the gorging was over they pushed themselves up from the table with some difficulty and waddled into the living room. Danny was first to reach his seat and plopped down in his recliner. Danny’s Mom had noticed that he was having some difficulty fitting into his old wardrobe, and bought him some loose fitting gym shorts and larger t-shirts, which became his standard uniform. With his belly so bloated, he pushed town the waist band, pulled up his t-shirt and began stroking and scratching his belly with two hands. Jake stood for a moment watching this spectacle. Then he poked him in the gut and said, “Ugh, put that away. You look seven months pregnant.” “Yeh, I know,” Danny replied. “Just take a look at this bad boy. I just can’t seem to lay off Mom’s good cooking.” He gave his round belly a big shake with both hands. “But what about that?” Jake was standing right next to him and he gave his buddy’s bloated gut a poke with his finger. “What…I am just full from that big dinner.” Jake instantly stood up straight and sucked in his belly as much as he could. “I’m not the one who has been sitting there stuffing his face all day long.” “Maybe not, but haven’t seen you turn away any of Mom’s cooking.” “OK, maybe I’ve gained a few.” Jake looked down and patted his belly. “Well, I think it’s more than a few,” Danny replied. “But, we’ve got a scale if you want the truth.” “Not now when I am stuffed to the gills.” “OK, how about this, come by tomorrow morning. We’ll get you on the scale and you can stay for breakfast.” “Uhm…alright but you have to get on first and we’ll see who’s the fatty.” “Deal.” With that Jake plopped onto the couch and there was a loud pop as the snap on his jeans gave out and popped open. Jake look over at Danny to see if he heard. They looked at each other for a moment and then started laughing uproariously. “OK, I admit it. I’m a fatty.” Jake pulled down his zipper all the way. “Oh, that feel much better, let’s play some X-Box.” An hour later, Danny’s Mom brought out a plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk. By the time Jake left for the evening, both were empty. The next morning was the moment of truth. Jake probably would have stayed away except for the allure of one of Francia’s breakfast compared to his Mom’s health food. Danny was still in his pajamas when Jake arrived. They made their way into the bathroom, closed the door, and pulled out the scale. Danny decided to make a show of it. He unbuttoned his pajama top and pulled his waist band to just above his private parts. He turned sideways to the mirror and stuck out and stroked his bare belly. As he prepared to step on the scale, he cautioned that the braces on his wrist and ankle each weighed a couple of pounds. Jake agreed to give him a five pound allowance. Finally, Danny stepped on the scale. The two best friends watched as the digital display flickered. Danny had to bend over to see it past his belly. The flickering stopped and a number appeared…164. “OK, subtracting five pounds, that’s 159. How much did you weigh before?” “At the doctor’s office I weighed 132.” “So you gained 27 pounds in about six weeks. Not surprising when I look at that gut.” Danny’s BMI had gone up from 19.5 to 23.5…from the lower end of the normal range to the upper end. “OK, now it’s your turn,” Danny said as Jake proceeded to strip down to his boxers. His boxers had slid down to below his belly exposing a substantially flabby paunch that had once been rock hard abs. The scale read 161, a gain of 17 pounds on his formerly lean 5’ 11” frame. “Looks like we’ve got a long way to go to get back into shape when those braces come off,” Jake said as he patted his belly one last time before getting dressed. Two weeks later, it was the day before the braces were to come off and the boys decided to have one last day of stuffing themselves silly. It started with a big breakfast and ended with a pile of donuts, with pretty much non-stop eating in between. Danny’s Mom was still happily feeding the boys. In her family, the motto was, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” The full round belly on Danny’s Dad was ample evidence of that. Jake’s Mom was a different story. Janine was becoming increasingly concerned about her son’s expanding waistline. Jake had taken to wearing loose fitting t-shirts to help hide his girth. A light rain was falling on that last night of stuffing, and by the time Jake walked home in the rain his shirt was soaked. Janine was just heading to bed when Jake walked through the door with his wet shirt clinging to his overly bloated belly. She had to comment, “Oh, honey, what are you doing to yourself? You look like you swallowed a basketball?’ “Oh, Mom. I know.” He patted his belly. “We’re going to start getting back into shape tomorrow.” Janine just shook her head. Back at Danny’s house, he was in his room getting ready for bed. After getting undressed, he was reaching down to get his pajamas out of his dresser drawer, causing his swollen belly to bulge out even farther, when he caught his naked profile in the mirror. He stood up to get a better look and said to himself, “Holy crap, I am a fat pig.” Standing naked in front of the mirror he began sticking out his belly, sucking it in, and just standing natural…looking at it from all angles. Although his belly was stuffed from eating all day, the layer of flab was pliable and jiggled when he slapped it. As he massaged his belly, an erotic current seemed to course through his body, and very quickly he was fully erect. A touch to his penis sent off another wave of pleasure. A few stokes while watching in the mirror and he quickly reached an intense orgasm. Fully spent he flopped on the bed and wiped the load off his belly. After a few minutes, he was overcome by the desire for more food. He slid on his pajama pants to just belly his belly and pulled on his top, leaving it unbuttoned with his belly fully exposed. He poked his head out the door of his room to make sure his parents were asleep. The house was dark as he crept down to the kitchen. There he found a bag with a half dozen donuts, a large slice of chocolate layer cake and a carton of milk. All of which he scooped up and took to his room. Once there he opened up his computer and began some research while munching on donuts and drinking milk. What was this forbidden erotic attraction to eating and getting fat? A few minutes of searching led him to the Curvage and Fantasy Feeder sites…pictures, videos, stories, forums…wow. By the time he was fully spent, it was almost sunrise and he had pleasured himself four more times. The next day at the doctor’s office, the braces came off and Danny got weighed one final time. The nurse who weighed him blinked at the numbers on the scale and looked back and forth between the scale and the numbers on her chart. “It says here that you weighed 132 two months ago and now the scale says 166. So…you’ve gained 34 pounds. Would you step off and on again?” Danny did and this time the the scale read 167. Danny just patted his belly and said, “Mom’s good cooking. Danny was cleared to begin physical therapy and light cycling. It was hard at first, but two weeks later, Danny and Jake were spending their days cycling up and down the hills around town. By mid-fall they were back down two within five pounds of their original weights. Neither one ever lost those last five pounds. Part 3: Going Separate Ways When it came time to apply for college, Danny and Jake both sought out schools with bike racing as a sport. Danny had the better grades and the racing medals and so not only got into the college of his choice, but was awarded a full athletic scholarship. Jake got accepted at a lesser school but without a scholarship. However, fate intervened in the name of a lovely Italian-American girl name Maria. Jake and Maria had flirted with each other all throughout high school, but during senior year it became more serious. They dated steady through senior year and after graduation decided to get married. Maria’s family had deep traditions, and it was clear, if he wanted to be with Maria, it was going to have to be through marriage. Maria’s father had emigrated from Italy to the States with his parents as a boy. He owned and operated the family olive oil business. Shortly after Jake and Maria married, a long term plan was hatched. Jake would on be day take over the family business. To that he would have to spend three years in the old country learning the business of tending the olive trees, harvesting the olives and producing, bottling and shipping the oil. So, the day came at the end of the summer when the best buddies, who had been nearly inseparable for eighteen years, had to say goodbye, at least for the foreseeable future. Jake and Maria flew off to Italy and Danny packed up his bicycles and went off to college. They kept in touch by phone, text, email, and social media but didn’t see each other in person for nearly three years. Jake was able to come home for vacations during the summers, but Danny was always off at some cycling event. Danny came home for holidays, but they were always busy times in the olive oil business. During this time, there was on consistent message from Jake: the food in Italy is great! Maria is a great cook. They ate at a great restaurant. They got all fresh food at the local market. They get fresh bread everyday from a bakery downstairs. On and on it went. Danny’s messages to Jake were more like the following. I came in second at the latest bike race. My professor is great. My professor is and asshole. My professor doesn’t know what she is doing. Part 4: The Reunion -- Coming Soon --

male wg, ffa, bhm, exjock *************work in progress, currently unedited and unfinished. just had a wave of inspiration and this came flooding out. lmk what you think! im aware i mixed tenses and that its generally a bit of a mess************* Drews heart was in his throat, he knocked on the door and took a deep breath. 6' tall and 175 pounds, drew had fantasized about gaining and even flirted with it a few times, reaching the low 180s before freaking out and swearing off gaining. After which he would slowly return to his baseline of ~170 pounds. But today drew is knocking on the door of Jess, a female feeder he met online. To his disbelief he had found her only a two hour drive away, and they had hit it off chatting immediately. Drew had even stuffed himself for her a few times over the past two weeks. (thats why today its 175, not the usual 170). As Jess opened the door Drew felt like he was stepping into a dream. Jess is a thin brunette, with a warm smile and an easy going energy. "oh my god hi! welcome" she shrieked as she gave drew a big hug, assessing his girth and firmness with a brief squeeze. 'hey, nice place. and wow your gorgeous" replied drew still feeling like he was having an out of body experience, actualizing years of fantasy with his first ever encounter with a fellow fat fetishist. they hang around jess' apartment for a while, admiring each other, the attraction is undeniable for both even though drew is too thin for jess, she's seen his deep longing to be fat in their past interactions and finds herself drawn to him already. they had already decided before hand on a lunch date at olive garden and before too long they head there. So far they talk very little about gaining or anything, just getting to know each other in person. Jess is obsessed with the salad and just orders soup and salad, and a glass of wine. Drew orders ziti and coke, with salad a breadsticks. Soda is out of character for him, as he's not really a soda drinker. Drew mentions that and they dabble in their first kinky food talk. Drew is genuinely famished, his hand full of recent stuffings has left his capacity up and he didn't eat anything before the two hour drive. he inhales two breadsticks and his first glass of coke. Then its a huge plate of salad and the other two breadsticks and a refill of coke (jess doesn't need any breadsticks from the first basket she says). They eventually do get to the elephant in the room, and discuss wether they really wanna try this out. Not specifically dating at this point, just - is drew really going to finally go for it and gain, and is jess gonna be his encourager at least (if not feeder outright). theres immense relief for both of them to stop dancing around it. "I just think i have to" drew is saying as he works on his ziti (the lunch portion is looking underwhelming to them both) "its been years now ive been on the verge, and ill never know unless i give it a real try and gain enough to really see how it feels and how i feel about it". "yes. absolutely." says jess swirling her glass of wine, he really does have quiet and appetite for a thin guy she thinks to herself. "well we really ought to document starting like now you know, should have got some befores before this meal honestly. That being said we've already started so might as well show me what you can do today" she chuckles. Drew is unbelievably turned on now, stuffing his face in front of a beautiful woman, actually discussing his dream of being fat. His belly has begun to feel slightly heavy as he finishes his entree and his 8th? maybe 9th breadstick. 5 cokes and an entire bowl of the salad have also disappeared inside him by now. The server drops another salad and basket of breadsticks and asks if they want a dessert menu. "Yes please" jess immediately responds. drew smiles as he reaches for another breadstick. "how ya doin over there big guy, room for dessert?" jess says innocently. Drew ends up getting a chocolate mousse cake and jess a lemon cream cake. Drew reaches for yet another breadstick while he waits and jess smirks approvingly at him. Drew gobbles his cake down quickly, with a creamy cup of coffee. The out of body sensations have lifted and now he is feeling very in his body. stuffed and heavy and now fully aroused, feeling jess' admiring gaze as he stuffs himself. Jess only picks at her dessert, too distracted by her now amazement at drews capacity. She'd been in feedist relationships even but never had she seen someone this size with an appetite and clear adoration of food and eating as this. In disbelief she watches drew polish off his massive slice of cake mere minutes after it arrives, and offers her remaining dessert (a near entire slice of cake). Drew does a big exhale as he happily accepts, "this is crazy" he murmurs as he immediately takes a bite. "im truly impressed" says jess amazed. Drew has to hold his jacket to cover his erection as they leave the restaurant, his belly heavy and firm, completely stuffed, slightly winded he's so full. Drew drives because jess did have a second glass of wine, she's feeling uninhibted on the ride and orders him to lift his shirt., his round belly sends a shiver down her spine and she reaches out to rub his belly. the belly rub slowly turns into a crotch rub as well and she sees exactly how into it drew is. by the time they get to her apartment they can hardly keep their hands to themselves as they rush through her door they immediately kiss each other passionately as drew picks up jess and she wraps her legs around him. He makes his way into her bedroom... Its the best sex either of them have ever had, and afterward they lay in bed a long time just chatting, and making plans. Drew decides definitively that he is going to explore gaining, that he has to at least see what 200 lbs feels like, and jess decides she is delighted to help him there. they decide drew should spend the night so they can get some "morning skinny" photos to accurately document his start of his gaining journey. his current stuffed belly seems inaccurate as a 'before'. they decide to take things slow, besides the physical stuff. jess is merely helping drew explore this side of himself to their mutual benefit, and we'll see from there. not dating or exclusive or anything yet, just exploring. They talk for hours discussing when they realized they were into fat, their past experiences, and more recently when drew realized he might actually want to be fat himself. Drew had always been attracted to fat women and weight gain but had thought of himself as only a FA (and maybe feeder) for years. He remained mostly closeted around the feeder stuff, although he exclusively dated bigger girls he never disclosed his feeder fetish tendencies as it always felt manipulative as he never met any of them through the fetish. And how now that he was exploring the idea of being a gainer more openly online he actually was also attracted to thin women especially if they wanted him fat. the contrast of him being fit flipping, to him being the one fattened up by a thin person. Jess had been openly encouraging fatties for years online, having always being attracted to bigger guys and never wanting to be fat herself. she had had some dating experience in person with feedist relationships but they were often limited by being far apart and never developed into anything serious. but she did have a small army of men who she could tease and encourage on feedist sites when the mood struck (which was often). but her feeder life had been lived as an online fantasy for the most part. After hours of talking they were interrupted by a grumble from drews belly. Jess immediately noticed and raised an eyebrow "hungry?" she said with a smirk. the grumble had brought drew back into his body for the first time since they started talking and to his surprise it was true. "oh my god actually ya, im starving" drew answered his eyes wide. most of the few stuffings drew had done for jess online had included mcdonalds so it wasn't to much of a discussion before they were sitting in the drive thru. drew ended up with 2 large cokes, 2 large fires, 4 plain cheese burgers, a chocolate shake and 2 apple pies. jess with a single cheeseburger, small fry and diet coke (she wan't above the occasional fast food, although generally tried to eat better than that). they turn on some tv and eat on the couch, already feeling very comfortable around each other. drew can hardly believe he's this hungry already and that the food tastes this good and has already nearly finished before he realizes, which is when he also realizes that jess is watching him intently. "your gonna get fat eating like that" she says playfully, "strip down to your underwear" she commands. jess proceeds to feed drew the rest of his food, straddling him on the couch and rubbing his belly between bites, both teasing and praising him. they realize quickly they under ordered for him, and that jess apartment is not stocked for a feeding at all. jess only keeps healthy staples on hand. They go from drew being half stuffed and nearly naked on the couch to the taco bell drive thru in a flash. This time jess commands drew to start eating on the drive back to her apartment. they burst through her door and are back on the couch, jess straddling and feeding drew in a heartbeat, jess gently gyrating and cooing praise white she stuffs drew and rubs his gut. before long drew is back where he was after lunch, almost too full to move. this time they don't make it back to the bedroom, jess mounts drew right on the couch and they both have powerful climaxes. they lie in a heap on the couch for a while until jess realizes drew has drifted off to sleep. she admires his stuffed gut and then quietly picks up after their feeding frenzy. drew sleeps through it all to her surprise so she showers and gets ready for bed herself, its only 9pm so she decides to watch some tv in her bedroom and let drew rest. after a while jess has an epiphany and decides to slip out for some snacks and breakfast supplies. once again to her surprise she is able to bring everything in and put it away without waking drew, so she returns to the bedroom. drew wakes up at midnight disoriented. after slowly getting his bearings he makes his way to jess' bedroom, still feeling heavy. He peaks in to find her asleep with the tv playing lightly in the background, and decides to crawl in with her. he spoons her, his belly gently against her low her back, she stirs but only to hold on to his arm and they both drift off to sleep... . .