chapter 2

“Heather are you ready for pizza?” “Oh Nat I’m so hungry, I hope you bought several pies.” “Don’t worry I bought three extra-large peperoni pizzas, bread sticks, dipping sauces and dessert pastries.” We went into the dinning area, I pulled back a chair and Heather gave me a look, I quickly got another chair and put it close to the other. I helped her lower herself onto the chairs. We started in on the pizzas. We each had one pizza and then split the other, I let Heather have two thirds of the third pizza. I let her eat all the bread sticks and sauces and she got two of the pastries and got one.

Finished, we went into the living room. I took off my sweats, we sat down on the couch, rubbing our full bellies. Heather took up over two thirds of my couch, so her thigh was pressed against me. We sat quietly for a minute, I broke the awkward silence. I gently poked Heather’s fat thigh, “Heather, how did this happen?” She started crying, “Nat I’ll tell you; I broke up with that asshole Dan after he treated a waitress, who was a friend of mine, like shit. I had sent him some pretty risqué photos of me and the asshole posted them all over social media. My family found out in the worst way from someone at church. They were furious with me, to the point I was dis-owned. To punish me further they sent me to my mom’s mom, my grandmother who is a mean bitchy woman, who’s morbidly obese. I got to her house and she called me a skinny little slut, she said when I leave I will be fatter than her! She took away all my clothes except panties and a couple of t-shirts. She told me I will be eating every waking moment, there will be something in my mouth or I will have something to eat in my hand to put into my mouth.” I sat there stunned, “Heather, why didn’t you just leave?” “Nat, I had no money, no car, only the clothes on my back, which my grandmother took away, where could I go in just my panties and a t-shirt.”

She continued; “I thought, I just won’t eat anything, wrong! My grandmother literally force fed me. She would sit me at the table and shove food into my mouth, my only choice was chew and swallow or choke. I was forced to eat six meals a day. She would corner me in my room or the hallway with her massive belly and press me against a wall and stuff chocolate candies into my mouth. I did gain weight of course. The first month I was there I gained twenty eight pounds. I was getting a pot belly, my thighs were getting round and plump and a bubble bottom, but it wasn’t enough for her. She increased the size of meals and the frequency making me eat eight meals a day. The food was fattening and greasy. Tons of carbs, fat and some protein, but mostly junk food, which made me gain weight even faster. She wouldn’t let me bath very often, so my hair was greasy, and I started to get pimples on my face from all the grease I was eating. By the second month, I had gained another forty pounds. I had a huge fat belly, fat bottom cheeks and fat thighs, but it wasn’t enough for her. She kept feeding me as much as I could hold. My problem was I was getting addicted to the overeating. I couldn’t resist eating and soon I was literally eating constantly, just as she had threatened when I got there. So of course the pounds and fat really piled on. I really started to blow up. My belly and bottom got bigger and bigger by the day. I was getting totally lazy carrying all of the weight. Finally last week she decided that I was fat enough to be completely humiliated by anyone who knew me before I got fat. She gave me those nasty old stretch pants, a cheap, too small pair of panties, that disgusting t-shirt and took me down to the bus station. The one consolation for me, was she had to buy two tickets for me. The clerk took one look at how fat I am and said I had to have two seats, I was too fat to fit in only one. She sent me here to the same city our university was in thinking I would be too humiliated to call anyone. I think she thought I would end up homeless on the street too fat to do anything about it.”

I sat starring at her. “Heather I can’t believe that someone could be so cruel!” She started to cry, “Nat thank you so much for coming and getting me.” She started to get a little smile, “Nat, I knew that you were into fat girls, so I thought you would be the only one who would come and get me.” I laughed gently poking her amazing belly, my finger sinking in several inches, “do you know how much you weigh?” She actually giggled, “Nat you are the only guy I would ever tell how much I weigh, because I know it would turn you on, rather than disgust you like some other guys. I weight three hundred and thirty pounds, my evil grandmother tripled my weight.”

She was right I was turned on. Heather saw it. I had to be a gentleman though it was getting late. “Heather, you can sleep in the guest room if you like or with me.” She giggled, “Oh Nat, I want to sleep with you. I’m so fat, I don’t know if I can do anything, but I’ll try anything to please you.” With that I helped her up and we went to my bedroom, I do have a king size bed, so that was barely room for both of us. We had a wonderful night of exploration of each other’s bodies.

The next morning after stuffing Heather with four boxes of toaster waffles, a half-gallon of orange juice and several cups of coffee, I had to ask, “Heather, what do you want to do.” “Nat, I’m going to stay fat. I’d have to lose over two hundred pounds of fat, it would take several years and I’m just not into that kind of effort.” I smiled, “Heather, I was hoping you would say that. I want you to stay with me.”

Heather started crying, “Nat I adore you. You are the nicest guy I have ever met. I should have dated you when we were lab partners, but I was stuck up on my figure and dating a heavy guy didn’t appeal to me. Now I’m morbidly obese and I know you can’t keep your eyes off of me. Nat I’ll do anything to stay with you.” I laughed, “Heather, will you help me gain more weight, I want to catch up to you.”

Four years later:

I now weigh over four hundred pounds. I work for a large software company and I can work from home given how fat I am going to an office would be too much of a pain. Heather weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. She is only twenty pounds heavier than when I rescued her at the bus station. We’ve been working on my weight! We don’t have any children, but we have a pot belly pig, named “Dan”.