Chapter 1

*LipidEase had changed a lot for the world, but the population most affected was, without a doubt, those who loved being fat and those who loved those who loved being fat.*

Katrina squinted at the screen. Her first sentence was terribly written, but unquestionably accurate. She’d never written anything like this, a lifestyle puff piece, but the part that made her nervous was that she was drawing from her own life. Her boyfriend had blimped up from a stolid three hundred pounds to five hundred within a year, and without a single consequence to his health.

Well, he didn’t walk as much, but that was to be expected.

“Honey?” he called. “Could you bring me a snack when you get a chance?” After the first dose of LipidEase, he was set for life and had started eating in earnest. Katrina had started working from home when his gains accelerated, which meant she was able to attend to his needs in between meetings.

“Just a second, babe.” Well, the article could wait until later. Philip needed her now, and, besides, serving him basically counted as research.

She walked to the kitchen to pick out something for her love. “Are you craving salty or sweet right now?”

“Sweet please!” His voice sounded chipper. Oh, the unfillable Philip, an appetite on two legs.

Their chest freezer – one of three – held the long containers of ice cream used in cafeterias and restaurants, four gallon tubs that he gulped down like they were a child sized cone. She hauled the Rocky Road flavor out, grabbed a spoon and stepped into the living room.

The sight that awaited her always sent her heart racing. Her boyfriend wore a 6x shirt that was already tight over his plush moobs, swollen belly and his upper arms that jiggled like water balloons when he moved. The plaid pajama pants he wore were still nominally around his waist, but the seam down the front looked strained, and the drawstring had disappeared into the fabric. There was no need for it, he couldn’t have tightened the waist a millimeter. His bright eyes looked at her eagerly under a mop of dark, curly hair, and he greeted her with a smile.

Phillip filled a loveseat with his blubber, and on consideration, there was no way he was still a mere five hundred pounds. He was nearly overflowing the arms of the couch now. She wondered how he had gotten so fat so fast, seemingly forgetting the fattening treat in her hand.

“Looking big, babe,” she said and knelt by his feet. “Want to eat or do you need to be fed?” Katrina leaned against the swollen hanging belly that jutted out to his knees and gave the fat flesh a kiss.

Phil rubbed his gut and thought. “If you have the time…”

“I do, I’ve got a whole hour until my next meeting,” she said with a conspiratorial grin. “Let’s get you stuffed and comfortable.”

“Yes,” he said happily and sat up straighter. It made little difference in his posture. The flowing rolls of fat down his sides jiggled with the movement, and his belly shifted, but that was all that changed. “Ooh, is that Rocky Road? Damn, I’m a lucky guy.”

“Your favorite, babe,” Katrina cooed. She stroked the vast expanse of his hanging gut, giving the soft lower belly an affectionate wobble that rippled up through his whole fat form. He grinned at the fond touch and caressed her hair, before opening up for his first spoonful of fattening ice cream.

Katrina chatted about her day so far as she fed him more. He could swallow immense scoops of ice cream, having trained his belly and gullet to accept more in a mouthful than most men could eat in a whole meal. He nodded at her comments and rolled his eyes when she began describing her obnoxious coworker’s antics. These moments were so precious to them both, a chance to connect and enjoy each other without any pressure.

He didn’t add much to the conversation until he began to near fullness. “Max is a fucking asshole and I’m sorry you have to deal with him,” he grunted. “I’m getting full, can you feed me faster before I have to tap out?”

“Oh, so it’s a belly stretching day, I see,” she teased. Every day was a belly stretching day for Phillip, but their joke remained amusing to both.

She scooped quickly, barely allowing him to catch his breath between mouthfuls just as he’d ordered. He closed his eyes and gulped down the silky, sweet chocolate ice cream like he was in a heavenly trance while rubbing his rapidly filling gut. His breathing became labored as she neared the bottom of the carton, and when the spoon scraped cardboard he let out a little whine.

“One more,” he said weakly and opened his mouth a last time. The last bite, a huge, overflowing spoonful, dripped cream on his already stained shirt and he swallowed heavily and groaned. He grunted, “Massage me,” in an imperious tone that brooked no delay.

Her fingers delved into his layers of pudge, stroking those abused, stretched out muscles over his stomach, coaxing them to slacken further and allow more expansion to his body. He sighed and grunted again. “I finished my editing for the day, I think I’ll take a nap until supper.” One bright eye opened. “Do you think you might feel like a good girl this evening?”


Katrina bit her lower lip in a wry grin. “I think so. I was also thinking it might be time to weigh you again.” Her hand moved from his tightly packed upper belly to the loose, jiggling lower belly that drooped between his thick thighs. “This seems fuller, and you seem to be overflowing your loveseat.”

“Ooh,” he said, perking up. “You think I’ve grown that much already? Might be time for an upgrade, maybe a full sofa so you can sit next to me again.” His pudgy hands mindlessly stroked his gut as spoke, soothing it further.

Katrina just laughed. “Babe, the way you’re eating we might need a whole sectional! Stick your ass in the corner and watch you fill up every seat.” Her ears caught up to what her mouth had just said, and a violent rush of desire burst through her body. “Mmm, I still have a little time before my next meeting. I could be your good girl for a little bit.”

Her immense lover closed his eyes and smiled. His girlfriend was always so horny when he ate, even if he hadn’t loved eating – which he did, passionately – he would do it to watch her reaction. The unfillable Phillip, filling his loveseat, groped at his fat rolls to lift his belly a mere few inches so his sweet Katrina could work her way underneath to worship his fat pad and suck the inches of cock that still emerged.

Her mouth closed on his member and his whole body went into motion, jiggling violently with the bobbing of her head and his feeble attempts at thrusting. Katrina knew it would take only a few minutes to make her immense boyfriend come and wanted to enjoy every moment here, trapped between fat thighs, heavy belly and bulging fat pad. Her whole world right now was nothing but fat. For Phillip, getting blown while his overstuffed belly bounced on his good girl, his whole world was pleasure.

Both fat man and slim woman, though in very different positions, had the same thought running through their head: *How did I get so damn lucky?”