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Hello everyone, 🥰 I wanted to take this time to fully introduce myself. My name is Deladoom, I like being called Doom though, just feel like it matches me better lol. Right now I weigh about 280 pounds and I'm 5'10, so you can definitely say I'm a giantess. I have been plus size my whole life, but these last 3 years I have gained about 60 pounds. That's quite a lot considering how much I've had to engorge myself with to get here. Some of my favorite foods are cookies, cupcakes, cake, ice cream, milkshakes, popcorn, candy, donuts, pudding... etc lol. Basically, I LOVE sweets. Of course for my regular meals I enjoy Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Mediterranean.. all the foods with tons of carbs of course lol I have a few different kinks including being worshipped and served, but at the same time love to be spanked and tied up. I'm a soft Dom, meaning I enjoy giving my subs pleasure while they worship me and beg. I also enjoy edging my subs. I aim to please and don't like to push my subs to their limits, I'd rather have a more enjoyable relationship. Humiliation is fun to an extent, and only in private between us. If there is a need for punishment, it hurts me more than it hurts you. You could say I'm a softy and I love my subs hard. This account will mainly consist of eating, sitting plopped down on my fat ass, trying on clothes that are too tight, and of course sexy lingerie stuff. I hope I Cana fulfill your fantasies of your chubby, goth, femdom girlfriend. 🖤🐮 If you ever feel inclined to purchase anything for me off of my wishlist I would highly appreciate it 💜

I enjoy reading the stories of others on here and wanted to give a history of my wife and her gradual transformation. This includes her weight gain and her hair. I will break up the progression over time by month from when we met in March of 2007. The account is pretty much true (based on my memory), but I have changed certain details to keep it anonymous. The story becomes somewhat more creative in 2020. I cannot share pictures, as she would not be happy with that.

Description: Heidi, a wife dissatisfied by her husband’s precipitous weight gain and cavalier attitude about getting back in shape since tying the knot, is finally fed up with his excuses and decides to give him a taste of his own medicine. Fed Up By Polarisdreamer (Primary Author/Writer) & Piengoo (Editor & Artist) Prologue “I'll try to make this brief.” The beautiful young woman delicately spoke. Uncrossing her legs, the nervous blonde leaned back into the embrace of the comfy couch. Avoiding eye contact, Heidi preferred to stare at the ceiling while she continued, “Married for two years, together five, no children. When my husband, Keith, and I first started dating, I was extremely attracted to his physical appearance. But… since we tied the knot two years ago…” And just like that her tongue tied. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding…” Heidi paused trying to think of the right word, “I dunno, b*tchy?” Speaking up in a professional sounding tone, Dr. Keller, an elegant older woman nearing her mid-sixties, replied, “I’m a therapist. I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you. Say what you need to say, nothing’s going to leave this room.” Letting out a nervous breath, Heidi nodded and explained, “To put the issue bluntly… he’s put on a considerable amount… of weight.” “Oh?” The curious therapist nodded a little surprised. For a second there she thought her newest client was about to confess to having an affair. The young lady seemed so deeply distressed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love him very much. We have virtually no problems together. He is an excellent husband, pulls his weight, no pun intended, around the house, and makes me very happy.” Heidi assured her new therapist, “but when I tell him he needs to lose weight he just laughs it off. I mean I don’t know if it’s his defense mechanism, or he just doesn’t care.” “That must be frustrating.” Dr. Keller hummed, while she studied the posture of the young woman sitting in front of her. Heidi was now leaning forward, hands clasped tightly, her left leg was jittering up and down. She was clearly uncomfortable talking about this subject, yet something about it had inspired her to seek out a therapist for the first time in her life. Dr. Keller was a bit puzzled. “Unbelievably so.” Heidi grunted seemingly pleased someone acknowledged her feelings on this. Continuing in a quicker tone, Heidi vented, “I’m a very active individual, I run every day, and I go to the gym three times a week. I eat pretty healthy, except when I go out with my husband… He’s a bad influence on me… But what I’m trying to say is… Umm…” And just like that she’d lost her train of thought. Heidi smiled at the old lady sitting across from her to fill the silence for a moment, while she tried to collect her thoughts. However, to Heidi’s embarrassment it was like her whole prepared speech had just totally left her mind. “How is your husband a bad influence on you?” The therapist wondered. “Well… I’m currently… about…” Heidi stammered before regrouping, “10 pounds over the weight I was when we got married.” “Really? And that’s your husband’s fault?” Dr. Keller raised an eyebrow, as she studied the figure of the woman in front of her. Heidi didn’t look a kilogram over 120lbs. To her, the 27-year-old looked like the modern reincarnation of the ancient goddess of love herself, Aphrodite. The resemblance wasn’t perfect, but it was there. Heidi’s bob hairstyle had a beautiful foundation of luscious blonde locks. Her eyes glowed a bright blue. Her frame, though a little short at 5’5, and a little sharp and angular thanks to her low weight, was still decidedly an hourglass. “Yeah, it’s 100% his fault. His bad habits are rubbing off on me… In college our dates consisted of hiking, kayaking, walking, jogging, biking. I mean we’d drink at bars, and go on dinner dates and stuff, but whatever we ate we’d always burn it off in the sack.” Heidi honestly conveyed, before blushing slightly and adding, “I’m sorry, that’s probably a little too personal.” “Nothing’s too personal for a therapist. Please keep going.” Dr. Keller urged not wanting Heidi to lose her train of thought. “Well, what I mean to say is, now that he’s put on so much weight, we don’t go on active dates anymore. We go out, we socialize, we drink, and he overeats. We have a lot of fun, but… it’s not the same.” Heidi said sounding saddened, “He’s a lot less active in bed.” “The weight’s affected his sex drive?” The therapist sought to clarify. “No, no. I wouldn’t say that. He’s still nuts for me. All the time. Sometimes too much.” Heidi clarified before biting her lip and revealing, “If anything I’m the one who wants it less with him. He gets tired a lot faster now, so I have to put in more effort, but it’s hard because looking at him doesn’t put me in the mood like it used to.” “I see.” Dr. Keller hummed feeling like she was coming to an understanding. Sounding worried that she’d given off the wrong impression, Heidi backpedaled a little bit, “But this isn’t about me. If he was still in shape, I wouldn’t have this problem. I mean… I have tried to include him in my lifestyle, but he is very resistant.” Raising an eyebrow, Dr. Keller asked, “How so?” “He’s a meat and potato’s kinda guy, always has been. And he’ll sneak dessert before dinner if I don’t keep an eye on him. He just doesn’t have any self-control. I mean, I’ll tell him, ‘No veggies, no dessert’ but he never listens. Any excuse he can find, he’s overeating.” Heidi grunted sounding like her stress level was escalating, “And I mean, I didn’t care what he ate when he was at his lightest, he looked great. 6’0 198lbs of pure muscle. He was every girl’s dream. Though now… He’s somewhere around 280. And I’m just guessing. He hasn’t weighed himself in a year. It could be higher.” “80 pounds is quite a lot.” The therapist acknowledged. “It’s very noticeable.” Heidi assured the softspoken professional. “How does it make you feel?” Dr. Keller wondered. “It’s embarrassing… And aggravating… I stay in shape for him, and he doesn’t seem to appreciate that... I’m just fed up!” Heidi pouted, as she noticed her hands had balled into fists and were slightly shaking. Relaxing a bit, Heidi muttered, “Gosh, I sound so shallow… Be honest, is it unfair of me to want him to lose weight?” ‘At least Heidi’s self-aware’, Dr Keller thought to herself, while she articulated her artful response, “I’ll answer your question with a question. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?” “Hmm.” Heidi smiled, “Exactly.” “If you married someone thin and someone you were physically attracted to, then it’s not unfair to expect that your spouse will maintain their weight and health over the years. Weight and physical attraction are important factors for sustaining intimacy in a healthy marriage.” Dr. Keller sensitively conveyed to her worried looking client. “Thank you.” Heidi nodded her head appreciatively, “My husband makes me feel like I’m crazy for complaining about this. Like it’s no big deal.” “You’re certainly not crazy.” The therapist murmured. “So, how do I get him to lose the weight and get back in shape?” Heidi earnestly wondered, before deciding to further explain, “I get on his case about it all the time, but he just shrugs off everything I say. It’s like he doesn’t understand how his weight gain turns me off, or he doesn’t care.” “That’s a tricky question. There is a fine line between helping and hurting someone who is overweight. On the one hand, sometimes tough love is the only thing that will motivate a person while on the other hand, constant criticism can drive a partner to eat more, even if he wants to lose the weight.” Dr. Keller mused, while she studied Heidi once again. It looked like the woman was dressed up for a tennis match at an upscale country club. “So… what should I do?” Heidi hummed a bit impatiently. Trying to keep Heidi focused, Dr. Keller stayed serious, “First, ask yourself if there is anything verbally or emotionally, you’re doing to contribute to your husband’s overeating. Overeating can be an emotional reaction for many who turn to food to fulfill something that is missing or to cope with harsh criticism.” “I mean… I don’t think I’m the reason he got fat.” Heidi shrugged a little peeved by the subtext of her new therapist’s suggestion, “Without me he’d be even fatter. His problem is that he stopped working out after college and now his metabolism isn’t what it used to be. He needs to look in a mirror and wake the f*ck up!” Hearing how nasty she was sounding Heidi bit her lip and apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Can you see how it frustrates me?” “I can.” Dr. Keller nodded, “Heidi, people don’t want to be told what to do, especially about what is almost certainly a sensitive subject.” “Then how do I solve this problem if I can’t tell him what to do?” Heidi burst feeling disappointed. “Have you thought of any possible solutions?” The therapist prodded. “I’ve thought about withholding sex once in a while until he gets his act together…” Heidi muttered under her breath a little embarrassed. “I would not advice withholding affection.” Dr. Keller quickly interjected. Feeling snappy, Heidi barked back, “Hey I said I’ve only thought about doing that! I haven’t actually done it!” “Good, I’m glad.” Dr Keller sighed, “If anything, he probably needs a bit more affection from you to start making serious lifestyle changes.” “Affection is not his problem; I shower him with affection all the time. He’s spoiled. Did I mention he’s an only child?” Heidi babbled. The softspoken therapist was detecting a worrisome pattern. Every time fault was directed Heidi’s way, she deflected. “No, you didn’t mention that.” Dr. Keller sighed, as she felt she’d identified what was wrong between husband and wife, “In my professional opinion, I think you and your husband need to spend a little time in each other’s shoes. You know, he needs to understand how you are feeling, and you need to understand how he is feeling.” “Easier said than done.” Heidi pouted, while she crossed her arms underneath her perky bust, “Nothing I say gets through to him about his weight.” “Hmm…” Dr. Keller hummed. That did present a problem, assuming Heidi was telling her the truth. “Come on, I’m at my wits end here…” Heidi pleaded, “What should I do? I’ll do anything to get my marriage back to the way it was two years ago.” “Anything?” Dr. Keller wanted to clarify. She’d just gotten a very unorthodox idea, but it just might be just what the doctor ordered. “Of course!” Heidi responded without hesitation. “Well, since the holiday season is right around the corner, why don’t you try eating as much as your husband? So, he can better see what his behavior looks like.” The concerned therapist suggested. Looking instantly repulsed by the idea, Heidi grunted, “If I ate like my husband, I’d blow up faster than he did.” “If you put on a few pounds, all the better.” Dr. Keller countered, “He’ll get a taste of what he’s been putting you though and you’ll get a taste of what he’s been going through.” “But I don’t wanna get fat.” Heidi snobbishly burst. The disgust was practically dripping off of every word. “I’m only suggesting you try this little experiment from thanksgiving until New Year’s. Five weeks. If you gain anything, it will probably only be a few pounds, nothing you couldn’t sweat off in January.” The old woman reasoned. This time Heidi didn’t immediately respond. It looked to Dr. Keller that she was actually considering the pros and cons of her suggestion. After what felt like a full two minutes, Heidi shrugged, “I guess it would be nice not to have to count calories during the holidays…” “That’s the spirit. Once the holidays are over, have an honest talk with your husband, and then schedule another visit with me, we’ll go from there.” Dr. Keller smiled warmly. ................................. .. .................................. AUTHORS NOTE: For those of you who don't know, I just started a ** to help support my writing. If you feel like supporting me and getting early access to my current writings as well as some behind the scenes content, check it out: https://www.**.com/polarisdreamer For those that are not interested or don't want to pay for my content, no worries I'll still be posting everything over on my DA account after it spends two weeks to a month on **. 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“150-420” A Sex-Filled Feedee/Feeder Relationship Tale... (Early 2019) Jake watched in fascination while Alia polished off her plate, soaking her bread in rich curry sauce and licking her lips. They’ve been coming to this Thai restaurant more frequently lately since his grandparents moved into town. Lately it has been great just to get out on Friday nights together without worrying about their son. Since her raise at work, eating out has become a “multiple nights a week” routine. If it’s a weeknight they sometimes take their son Jasper to the burger place around the corner. Jake knows they are blowing a lot of money, but he can’t help but be excited when Alia suggests going out. He knows what is going to happen. If it’s burgers, she’s going to get a giant draft beer and a milkshake...a double patty burger, a large fry (with mayonnaise), and a side salad. Probably a 1,300 calorie meal. He, himself, can’t usually make it through a whole burger and fries. Sometimes she even finishes his off. If they go to a local pizzeria, Alia always orders more food than necessary because it’s an easy thing to toss leftovers in the fridge. But that never happens. They usually order different pizzas and split them up. It doesn’t slip Jake’s attention that by the end of the meal- Alia has gorged herself on an entire 16” pizza’s worth of slices...plus wine...plus a beer...and a good portion of the bread they brought out with olive oil at the start. They always order dessert. This was almost three years ago... A lot has changed nowadays. They rarely order dessert- it’s too damned expensive at all these newer modern restaurants. It doesn’t matter though. It won’t stop Alia from asking in the car on the way home this last week, “Can I run into Albertson’s to get some ice cream?” It’s not just that she wants ice cream- she is a great baker herself, and has a chocolate pie waiting at home that she knows would be much better complimented with ice cream. It must have been on her mind ever since they left the restaurant. Jake sighs with a grin on his face and pulls over. “Just a sec. I’ll be right back!” She says. He can’t help but notice how her side rolls spill out of her pants and how her ass takes up almost the entire doorframe as she swings her thick legs out of the car. She is an absolute goddess. He watches as everything on her jiggles while she walks into the store. He also notices a few people in the parking lot glance at her... Alia must be getting close to 420 lbs at this point, if not over. Jake hasn’t asked her what her weight is in a long time...but he’s pretty sure she looks like she has put on at least 40-50 lbs since the last time she had a doctor’s visit 6 months ago. Some days, depending on what she is wearing, he thinks it may even be more than that. Some days...he just can’t even fathom how HUGE she has become. The weight all started piling on after they had their son 4 years ago. When he met her 2 years prior, she was a solid 150 lbs. She was physically a great match for what he considered “his type.” Five-ten, dark hair, pronounced bubble butt, curvy little tummy, fairly large D breasts...gorgeous face and eyes. She could have been an actress. Jake let on pretty early on in the relationship that he was into bigger girls, and Alia always seemed to smile when he’d squeeze her ass and comment on the size of it. She was completely unaware of Jake’s secret fetish for very large girls and weight gain in general. For a long time, Jake was content to leave the thought of BBW’s and SSBBW’s to nightly masturbations and internet sites. He didn’t want to be a husband that pressured his wife into anything she didn’t want to do. By the time Alia got pregnant, however, she had already gained at least 25 lbs. The day of conception was spurred on by Jake glancing at how much Alia’s thighs had grown. He couldn’t help but pull her ravenously to the couch...and everything changed after that day. During pregnancy, Alia put on a fair amount of weight- topping out at around 198 lbs. Most of the weight, however, went into her belly...and though the thought of it excited Jake...the “firmness” of her stomach and the fact that a living human laid dormant inside, added with her pregnancy discomfort most of the time- led to a pretty sterile sex life. After the baby, however, Alia had several months leave time from work- and another incident happened. She was outside gardening in the following week, and tripped the wrong way on her ankle. It resulted in a major fracture that put her in a brace for almost 10 weeks. When this happened, she had dropped back down to around 185 lbs. Within a week of couch-life, Jake started to notice some changes in Stephanie’s appetite. The pregnancy had already altered her tastes for certain foods, and had taken a turn more towards greasy, salty, and fatty foods. Now he found himself making Wendy’s runs, ordering Domino’s, and driving to the bar-b-q place down the street...since she wasn’t able to be on her feet to cook as much. He wasn’t a great cook himself and was happy to oblige, and even happier when she would write down her orders. From Wendy’s, it was a “Chicken club combo, baconator, large frostee, and an order of chicken nuggets.” From Domino’s it would be a “large pepperoni pizza with extra toppings, an order of cheesy garlic bread, and lots of marinara and banana peppers” Jake would usually order a little something extra for himself, and he believed Alia intended for the large amount of food in each order to be for collective consumption. However...every night...he would watch her with eyes wide. As she would be absorbed in whatever TV show was the pick of the night- her hands seemed to move in an automatic fashion from her plate to her mouth. She was finishing off everything she ordered. Every night. If there were any leftovers from his own portions, Jake would check mid-day the following day to find them gone as well. Six weeks later, they still weren’t having sex due to her injury and constant care of the baby. Alia had put on over 20 lbs from what Jake could tell at this point...heavier than at full pregnancy now...and he was having a hard time keeping his load in his pants. She was already much thicker around the hips, and her belly was starting to form into a pretty significant double belly with a little hang. She mostly wore pajamas and loose tops during this period...not having much reason to get dressed up. One afternoon, she was in a particularly bad mood, and Jake asked her what was wrong. “I weighed myself at my parents yesterday and I’M OVER 200 POUNDS.” She exclaimed... Jake had to hide how much this excited him. Her mother was trying to convince her to go on a post-pregnancy weight-loss program. Luckily for Jake, she admitted that the idea pissed her off. The subject was dropped and meanwhile, Alia’s appetite only continued to grow. The next four weeks found her putting on another 15 lbs. After the brace came off and Alia began to work again, things plateaued for a long while. She lingered around a hefty 225 for 6 months, occasionally going up by 5-6 lbs and then sometimes losing it. She still ate a lot- but her portion sizes went down and the family as a whole ate more meals at home. At this point, Jake was more attracted to his wife than ever. She had already completely transformed from the modest 150 lb 24-year-old he met 3 years ago. Her 80 lb gain had caused her ass to fill out and widen a lot, her breasts had gone up to triple D’s, and she had a fantastically juicy double belly that protruded just a little further out than her tits when she let it hang out. She continued to wear clothes from her old wardrobe and the tightness of everything really made her look like a proper “fat girl” most of the time. The extra weight didn’t seem to bother Alia, either. She had always been and still was a very active person. They would go for bike rides as a family, and still hiked and went for walks. Even with her bigness, her great posture and the overall way she carried herself still allowed her to pull off dresses she used to wear. Jake noticed the weight gain in Alia idling for a long time, but was more than content to be living with a fairly large girl. Their sex-life was back on track, and the added thickness and softness of Alia’s heavier body made it hard for Jake not to blow his load pretty early on in the night. There were obvious changes in their sexual dynamic. He would have to hold himself higher off of her stomach when on top- in order not to squash her uncomfortably....her fupa had become a nice little ball of fat and required more searching with his tongue to find her sweet spot....her belly now flopped up and down on his chest when she rode him, and she sweated a lot more under her belly and breasts a lot more. All of this turned him on to an extreme- but Jake dreamed of more...he secretly wanted Alia to let herself go and pack on much more weight. She seemed to be gaining at a trickling pace and he often wondered if things would change again. He knew he could never just outright ask her to gain. It was mostly a fantasy. That wouldn’t be a fair pressure point to put on her, and he had sort of half-jokingly brought it up years before with bad results. He respected her choice to do as she wanted with her own body. “But what if...” He began to think... Jake knew that donuts were a weak spot for Alia. He would encourage visits to the local donut shop most weekends and always bulged in his pants watching Alia devour them. She often talked jokingly about how she loved donuts more than sex. Jake started picking up donuts on his way home from work. First it started as a “surprise” treat and they’d share some after dinner for dessert. He didn’t want to overdo it, but after skipping a few days- Alia started to ask if he was going to pick some more up again. It started to become a routine. Coincidentally, work stress and other things had started Alia back on eating sprees. Jake noticed her eating larger portions again and almost ALWAYS having a donut after dinner. Sometimes he would even go to bed early and hear her shuffling into the kitchen for a second. A few months later, she admitted to weighing in at 250 lbs at a recent doctor’s visit. Again she looked perplexed in the mirror when her pants wouldn’t even come close to buttoning. Jake sat in a trance on the bed watching her huge gut spilling out from under her hands as she jiggled it curiously. Jake half expected her to declare it was time for a diet when instead she said “I think I need to go shopping for some new clothes this weekend.” Jake’s face lit up. She STILL didn’t mind the weight. And then Jake decided to do something daring. On a date night, after a particularly large Italian meal on a date night (Alia had consumed a large veal parmesan plate, two glasses of wine, a half-tray of breadsticks, salad, and several bites of Jake’s unfinished lasagna)...Jake and Alia got back to their house both feeling pretty horny. They started making out on the couch more passionately than usual...the weight of her driving Jake into madness. Alia had already had to unbutton her new pants to feel more comfortable in the car on the drive home. The donut box he had picked up earlier lay untouched on the coffee table nearby. In between kisses, he reached over and pulled one out of the box. He did it half-jokingly, expecting her to say “oof, I’m stuffed!” But as he lifted it to her mouth, she greedily bit in. They stared at each other for a moment while she chewed, Jake wondering if she was really going to go for this. He reached up to give her another bite- and this time she took the rest of the donut with her hand and shoved the entire remaining three-quarters into her mouth. Jake looked surprised. She giggled a little bit. “What? You want me FAT, don’t you?” She took off her shirt and her belly fell out onto Jake’s lap. She looked down and started playing with it. “I’m so much bigger now, aren’t I? Did you know I had to custom order this bra?” She looked down at Jake, who had long since been massively hard. “You like this?” She asked amusingly, “I mean, I know guys like bigger tits...but...you like...ALL of this?” She squeezes her bulging belly again. She sees the response in Jake’s eyes and smiles. Then her smile turns to something else...a grin. A devilish grin. She says one word. “More.” Jake doesn’t hesitate to grab another donut from the box, and Alia stands up for a moment to take her pants off. Jake quickly does the same. With his dick already rock hard, she sits down on it and begins to ride him...her weight already making the procedure a little awkward at their angle on the couch. It isn’t long before they are rocking back and forth steadily, and Jake lifts the donut to Alia’s mouth. She eats this one in three bites, moaning with pleasure at each one. She has never experienced eating her favorite food during sex before and it obviously is turning her on. Jake is already in heaven at this point and assumes that she is probably pretty full at this point. He is usually pretty good at holding out until Alia cums most nights but is having a hard time tonight. As he grabs her stomach he can’t believe what he hears. “MORE.” She moans. Jake’s heart is racing at “holy shit” level at this point, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. He hands her another donut and she devours it as the sex intensifies. Jake doesn’t think he has ever heard Alia moan as much or as hard as this moment. She finishes number three off and almost yells, “DON’T...STOP.” Donut number four vanishes more quickly than the others...five is the same...six she pulls apart a little more slowly, obviously getting to a point where she is feeling incredibly full. They are both moaning and the couch shakes underneath their combined weight and movement. Jake is close to ready to burst and he can tell she is too. “Mmmm. Just one more, baby...please...” All that is left in the donut box is a long cream filled eclair and Jake holds it up obediently. This time, he shoves it into her mouth and as she is pushing in the last third with her finger she screams in pleasure and starts to cum hard. They cum together in what would be a life-changing night for the both of them. The next morning, Jake woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. He walks into the kitchen and Alia is still in her underwear...her significant stomach plopped on the counter while she leans over to pour water into the coffee **. After he unbelievingly watches her eat a hefty breakfast of croissants, eggs, bacon, and avocado- she breaks the ice. “I guess you had fun last night?” She says with an embarrassed smile. “Doesn’t your stomach hurt?” Jake asks “It felt a little uneasy this morning but it passed. Mostly was gassy...” she blushes. Jake decides it’s now or never. “Would you...want to do something like that again?” He asks. “It WAS pretty hot....I felt REALLY good. I don’t know if I’ve ever been THAT full before but something about it turned me on A LOT. I think I came four times....and my whole body was tingling and relaxed afterwards...but if we kept that kind of thing up I’d blow up like a whale! Ha.” “That’s not such a bad thing” Jake chuckles anxiously. “Well,” she said, “I definitely don’t think I could do it all the time.” But as a few days passed, both of them could tell that that wild night was on each others’ minds. Three days later, Jake came home with another box of donuts. After they put their son to sleep, they went to their bedroom. This time, Alia devoured five donuts and three eclairs before cumming. Their sex life had never been this good. Multiple nights a week led to hot and heavy feeding sessions. On one occasion, Alia shocked herself by devouring almost an entire cake. On some nights, they went at a slower pace, but Alia soon discovered that she had to reach a certain level of fullness before her orgasm reached its peak potential. On a few nights she accidentally made herself sick, but she quickly found her balance and over time she found she could push herself even further. Alia discovered that not only was the feeling of extreme fullness a turn-on...but she was even more-so turned on by Jake’s absolute worship over her fatter body every week. Jake caught her staring at herself in the mirror one day after several months had passed...he guessed she must be around 280 or 290 at this point. She was admiring her curves like she was really seeing the changes for the first time. Her ass had only continued to grow and was now one of the biggest features on her body. Her breasts had grown more modestly, but Jake knew she had recently ordered a few G cup bras. They rested on top of her now impressive double belly and hanging fupa below. Her thighs had become incredibly thick as well but her ankles remained more slender by comparison. She had always had great legs. Her face had long since started to show small changes...her double chin forming around the 225 lb point...but now her cheeks were noticeably more plump, and her neck a little broader. Her eyes and the structure of her face and forehead, though, still resembled that of a more slender woman’s. “Do you still think I’m hot?” She asked with a little insecurity as Jake ogled her with his eyes. “Baby, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” Jake relied dutifully. “If you put on another hundred pounds, I think I might die of happiness.” He meant it jokingly, but as his birthday came up a few weeks later- Alia surprised him with something. She had been starting to wear more clothes that accented her curves lately and was spilling out of a tight top and bottom she knew drove him crazy. He unwrapped a big container of something he hadn’t seen before. It looked like stuff he maybe seen in the grocery once or twice. It hit him after a moment. “Is this...weight gain powder??” She looked at him expectantly. He opened it and noticed the container didn’t have a seal. “I tried some earlier,” She said guiltily, “It’s actually not too bad. Apparently if I drink one glass a day it works pretty fast, from the reviews at least.” Jake was speechless, already growing hard. But something stopped him. “Baby, I don’t need you to do this for me. Yo be honest I think you are fucking hot as you are.” He said. “It’s ok baby, I kind of want to...I’ve been reading a lot of fat-positive stuff online...I never knew there was this whole world of people that not only accept fat...but admire and are turned on by it...I didn’t know what a feedee was until a few months ago...and now I can say for sure that I am one and think I never admitted it to myself. And...if I’m not mistaken...you’re technically a feeder, right?” She says the last sentence half mockingly because she already knows Jake loves to feed her. She continues... “And I’m not going to lie...my body feels amazing....and it’s turning me on the bigger I get.” Jake feels like he’s living through a dream as he watches Alia grow over the next year...their sex becoming increasingly hot and heavy...as well as more difficult. By the time she was 330 lbs, he started having to find new ways to angle her legs just to push her fat out of the way and penetrate. Donuts and cake in bed evolved into myriad other treats. Her favorite and most common still being anywhere between 8-12 donuts. Sometimes they experiment with her sitting on his face while she plows through a cake on the bed between his legs. One night, opening up to a new suggestion- she tried and almost finished two liters of heavy whipping cream before Jake bent her over to penetrate her asshole. With some help from his hand on her clit, she came harder than he had ever heard her cum before. Other changes started happening, like Alia becoming much more gassy and perspirant. She showered a lot more to keep up hygiene and none of this ever bothered Jake. In fact, he usually found it kind of hot when she belched or farted a lot after a big meal. By the time she reached 370, she was ordering almost exclusively custom-made clothing. Her belly hung so low and was deliciously enormous at this point- it made it tough for her to fit into anything she owned. Surprising Jake even further, she also started doubling up on her daily weight gain shake. Before Jake could think to suggest it- she once said, “I’m not into that funneling shit. I like to take my time and enjoy my shakes.” (Late 2021) Now, at around 420 lbs- Alia is too large to even ride on top of Jake comfortably. It’s not impossible- but it’s certainly become much more difficult. Jake spends more time now with his face under her massive ass- eating her out and using his tongue to make her climax while she greedily eats whatever treat they pick out. Sometimes he fingers her in the pussy and anus and just gropes her belly, ass, and tits while she plows through a sheet cake. Afterwards, she will often take her MASSIVELY HEAVY belly and smother Jake’s face while she jerks him off. The breathlessness and feeling of the weight on top of him drives him mad and he never lasts long. Alia and Jake still live happily together in a feedee/feeder relationship...even if they are maybe slowing down a bit. Both of them could have never imagined that she would grow to the size she is today...but it has been an exciting journey for both of them. fin ! (I would love to hear your thoughts, comments, or suggestions on this story- this the first fantasy FA fiction I have ever written 😅 Thank you for reading! )

Hi all im zoe 34 from essex uk. I am a active swinger who enjoys the great outdoors and public frolicking. My goal is to be able to 1 day afford a motorhome to travel up and down the uk to meet admirers for naughty adventures.