2 months
Your ultimate fantasy?>
My ultimate fantasy is arriving home from work one day to find an unfamiliar woman in my home, somehow having prepared a massive feast in my kitchen. When I ask who she is, she takes me by the hand and leads me to the table, telling me that I need to relax and eat a healthy meal. Too overwhelmed by the sight and scents of the filled kitchen, I humor her and fill a small section of the plate with food. Before I know it, I’ve already inhaled a burger, some fries, chicken wings, and half a pizza. Somehow, I don’t feel full at all and she refills my plate with even larger portions. Steaks, mac & cheese, lasagna, and meatloaf all get devoured as I crave more and more, the servings only getting larger. Despite my appetite increasing, I feel a sense of relief as my pants button gives out. The woman responds that she’s glad that her food is being enjoyed and encourages me to continue.
More and more I eat, my stomach rounding out further with each bite and the rest of me thickening as well. My thighs press together as stitches come undone, my arms wobble as they overflow my sleeves, and my neck swells with fat to form a new chin. The woman continues to serve more decadent treats. I gobble down buttercream-stuffed muffins, pans of whipped tiramisu, and cheesecake-donuts layered in different shades of chocolate. She insists that I keep eating all she provides, that I’m far too thin and need to be fed proper.
The gaining only accelerates, my chair creaking and eventually snapping from my enormous girth. Instead of that being a wake up call, the woman strokes my stomach as my clothes burst open, bringing the food closer so I can continue unabated. I don’t question it. I’m already enormous and can only attempt to stifle the hunger with more food. She pours milkshakes into my mouth by the gallon and stuffs entire sheet cakes down my gullet in quick succession. My weight triples faster than it doubled, blowing past obesity and into full immobility. My shoes break apart, even my feet having grown too fat to be contained.
I eat more and more and more, my stomach filling forward and upward, causing the table to push away and forcing my overinflated arms to be suspended parallel to the floor. My legs spread further along the tile floor as I chug entire toughs of creamy pudding. I feel myself rise slightly upward as my ass rounds out and presses the rest of me higher. Finally, my stomach has grown so much that I fall backward, crashing down and spread eagle as a gurgling massive blimp, every inch of me stretched beyond imagination by this inconceivable indulgence.
The woman approaches me, looking over her work and pinches a handful of my marshmallowed belly, snapping it in place and causing a rippling wave of jiggles all over me. She says that she’s happy that she found someone that appreciates her cooking to its full potential, and that we’ve only just gotten started.
More and more I eat, my stomach rounding out further with each bite and the rest of me thickening as well. My thighs press together as stitches come undone, my arms wobble as they overflow my sleeves, and my neck swells with fat to form a new chin. The woman continues to serve more decadent treats. I gobble down buttercream-stuffed muffins, pans of whipped tiramisu, and cheesecake-donuts layered in different shades of chocolate. She insists that I keep eating all she provides, that I’m far too thin and need to be fed proper.
The gaining only accelerates, my chair creaking and eventually snapping from my enormous girth. Instead of that being a wake up call, the woman strokes my stomach as my clothes burst open, bringing the food closer so I can continue unabated. I don’t question it. I’m already enormous and can only attempt to stifle the hunger with more food. She pours milkshakes into my mouth by the gallon and stuffs entire sheet cakes down my gullet in quick succession. My weight triples faster than it doubled, blowing past obesity and into full immobility. My shoes break apart, even my feet having grown too fat to be contained.
I eat more and more and more, my stomach filling forward and upward, causing the table to push away and forcing my overinflated arms to be suspended parallel to the floor. My legs spread further along the tile floor as I chug entire toughs of creamy pudding. I feel myself rise slightly upward as my ass rounds out and presses the rest of me higher. Finally, my stomach has grown so much that I fall backward, crashing down and spread eagle as a gurgling massive blimp, every inch of me stretched beyond imagination by this inconceivable indulgence.
The woman approaches me, looking over her work and pinches a handful of my marshmallowed belly, snapping it in place and causing a rippling wave of jiggles all over me. She says that she’s happy that she found someone that appreciates her cooking to its full potential, and that we’ve only just gotten started.
23 hours
