The growing woman that loved to eat

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, Walter was making final touches to a place that he had built himself on his spare time as a place for Anna to grow even bigger and fatter without anyone in town knowing about his plans for her. He gotten thousands of yards of plastic tubes and many robotic hands and converter belts to put all kinds of fattening foods, including fattening sweets and frosting that he had left over each day.

“Soon, my Anna, my blooming wife, will be the biggest and ever-growing hog that ever lived and will all be mine to hug and drool over with every roll of meat that’s she gets whenever she eats. I have invested in all of the fattening tools from weight gain shakes to all these pastries and frosting that I’ve been saving all these years to make into a gigantic mixtures of fattening formula,” Walter said as he looked at a television screen to see Anna asleep, “I’m glad that I got that hidden camera installed all around the shop because my plan can now come into fruition. Anna, my darling, once you see what I have in store for you, I know you won’t be able to resist.”

Walter finally put a final screw to hold a long tube in place, and went upstairs to get her to his “special place”: an old basement that had been under the bakery, in which Walter first used as storage for extra supplies of baking appliances. Then, whenever Anna was super busy cleaning around the shop, or at home sleeping, Walter would go work on it, saying that he was working on new recipes or a special wedding order. He had finally finished it, a special place for his special someone.

An hour or so later, Anna awakened to see that she was in a place that she wasn’t in before. She was strapped down to the floor of something and couldn’t get up. Her arms were attached to some kind of machine that was attached to a converter belt and her mouth was connected to a robotic machine of some kind. She saw oxygen tanks and seen that she had a breathing apparatus connected to her.

“Anna, I seen that you’ve awakened, my love,” Walter said as he closed in on her, “Just seeing you here makes my heart dance with joy!”

“Walter, what is this? Why am I tied up in this strange room?” Anna asked, trying to get free.

“When you interviewed for a job I posted up at the bakery so many years ago, you said that you didn’t mind gaining weight and you loved eating pastries and pies. The second you said it, I heart knew that you were the one. I observed you over time, and as I saw you gain more and more weight, I fell more and more in love with you and your body. I knew if you became my ever-plumping piggy, you would become immobile and I would feed you all day every day. It almost became a sickness, waiting on you to become immobile on your own.”

“But Walter, why would resort into possibly drugging me and getting me here?”

“Ever since I was a little lad, I loved giant, fat women. I always fantasize any skinny person that I saw as a fat person, waddling around, eating cake and pies. Then, I knew if I got into the bakery business, there would be a girl that would go past waddling, that would become immobile and eat and grow forever. Now that I found you, Anna, to help me with that dream, we can get started.”
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Jazzman 14 years
There are probably as many bakery-themed stories as any theme out there in weight-gain fiction. Another popular one is revenge on the head cheerleader.
This one did have a few unique items. I probably started off liking it more than when it turned to weight-gain formula and desired immobility and weighing 900+ pounds. I prefer gradula but steady gains-even 50 pounds a year for a few years is ok-but weight-gain formula in a bottle is too close to magic. And I never read a story with magic in it. Still a pretty nice story.
Pyracollinsn... 14 years
Well, I am the original author of the story. I worte and posted it here a long time ago, when I first joined fantasy feeder. I was under a different name then.
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14 years
You're not the only one who remembers this from before. Good story, though.
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14 years
I feel like I've read this story almost verbatim before.


But then again, weight gain doesn't hold much room for creativity.