chapter 1 a new kink, a doomed relationship

"I don't know, Pete, this is kinda weird," I said holding the chocolate strawberry to my mouth. "I know we wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, but food? I don't know if it really does it for me." Pete and I had been dating for over a year now and the sex had gotten a little stale in the past couple months. In an effort to remedy the situation, Pete had purchased "how-to" guide to kinky sex. We'd already tried a couple of the suggestions with mediocre success, but now we had come to sensual food.

"Just give it a try, Amy. If you don't like it, we can always try something else. In the meantime, just close your eyes and concentrate on the taste and texture of the food as I go down on you." Pete gave a warm smile to reassure me.

"Alright, alright. Give me the damn strawberry." I munched on the strawberry as Pete munched on me. At first, the act did nothing for me, but as I cleared my head a bit, the taste sensations in combination with my increased excitement from the oral sex made me extremely excited. The first strawberry tasted so juicy and the chocolate coating was deliciously sweet. I needed another right away. The second was even more gratifying than the first, further heightening my sexual pleasure. As I approached a climax, I couldn't stuff the strawberries into my mouth fast enough. The sensation was so exhilarating. By the time I finished, I was cumming hard.

Pete noticed my ferocious appetite. "Looks like someone enjoyed themselves," patting himself on the back for a job well done. "Maybe we should do this more often."

The sexual experience was indeed exciting, yet I was more taken with the immense pleasure of eating the chocolate covered strawberries than I was with the oral sex. Sure, it was good, but I couldn't take my mind off of the food.

As the weeks rolled on, we experimented with even more food items in the bedroom. Chocolate sauce, candy, bananas, you name it. Everything was fair game. When we tried whip cream, Pete coated his member with a healthy slathering of the sweet topping, but after I finished licking it off him, I just dove right into the tub, using my tongue to retrieve every last dollop. This disturbed Pete a little, but we carried on all the same.

With each new sexual encounter, the association between food and sex became hardwired into my brain. Every time I ate, I wanted to cum. Every time I came, I needed to eat. This made for some very awkward lunches at restaurants and at work. More than once, I commandeered the family bathroom to eat a greasy cheeseburger and to rub one out. Although Pete enjoyed the food in the bedroom at first, his interest waned quickly. Although I was in ecstasy with each sexual encounter, Pete started to become listless during our lovemaking.

To make matters worse, I began to put on weight. At first it was just a few pounds here or there, but after six months of gorging myself for sexual pleasure, I had packed on fifty pounds. My once flat stomach developed something of a paunch. My entire body became much softer to the touch and my face lost a little of its definition.

The weight gain put a serious strain on my relationship with Pete. I vowed to stop binging and start dieting, but the temptation was just too much. I found myself sneaking food when Pete wasn't around. This continued until Pete caught me trying to sneak a Milky Way bar as he entered me from behind. Needless to say, our relationship was soon over.

I was distraught. I couldn't believe that I had driven my longtime boyfriend away over a fetish. I needed to get my life under control. Looking for some outside help, I searched for food addiction solutions on Google in hopes that I would come across some sort of multi-step program. Nothing I found appealed to me until I reached page 8 of my Google search. The website I found provided no solutions to conquering food addiction, but rather it celebrated the sensual side of gluttony.

I was transfixed. Not only were there millions of people who, just like me, got off on eating food, but there were millions more who embraced the weight gain that came from overeating. As I read through the website, I unconsciously began to rub my soft and squishy belly. I grew more and more excited with each passing minute. After a half hour, I was extremely wet. I put the computer down and ran to the freezer. Jackpot! Frozen Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I stripped down to my panties and popped a cup into my mouth. As I chewed, I caressed my recently transformed body. I could find fat everywhere on my body and it excited me. I imagined myself bigger. First, only 25 pounds fatter...then 50 pounds...100 pounds...400 pounds, all the while devouring every last peanut butter cup. At this point, I needed to cum. I had never felt so horny before.

After pleasuring myself multiple times, I said out loud, "I want to be fat. Not just fat, obese. Hell, I want to be as bigger around than I am tall." Hearing these once silent fantasies emboldened me to get started right away.