Hedonism

Chapter 1 the start of more

Note to the reader: This story is written from a shifting first-person point of view (POV) when the POV character changes it shall be proceeded by a separate paragraph containing only the POV character’s name, like so.

Otto

My name is Otto, or rather it is a very long thing that shortens to Otto. I love my wife Eleanor, who goes by El for short, because we all have our nickname it seems. El was clearly destined to be fat, no, she already is fat, she is destined to be much fatter though, morbidly obese and then some. As a bit of a perv I would love to help her to reach that goal, and to go much further, much, MUCH further. I feel like a teenager, high on testosterone whenever I see El, she is so perfectly sexy. I couldn’t say I’d never want my wife to change though. Not honestly anyway. No, I would want her to gain weight, but to be honest I have never seen a woman who I wouldn’t say that about. It isn’t just a sex thing either. I loved the way that fat people looked and felt, even as a small child. With puberty and the advent of sexual desire I just got one more reason to love fat women, and to like fattening them up even more. I did what any horny teenager would and scoured the internet for things that would play to my kinks. Eventually I found some fat admirer websites, and if anything I was annoyed by their being too, I don’t know, conservative? They always stopped at light weights, maybe five hundred or so, at most. No, what I wanted was something far beyond that, probably beyond what was realistically possible to be honest, forget reasonable. I ended up jacking off nearly every night to images that I found on the internet, mostly on 4Chan’s /d board, or Deviant art, where I could find images of women who were actually fat enough to satisfy my desires. It was there that I learned that I didn’t just love the idea of fat women. I loved the idea of fattening them up excessively. Still, no matter how much I saw, I wanted more. So I continued to find more images on /d and on Deviantart.

So, as with most guys, it was a pair of D’s that brought me my reasons to be horny. Even when my parents died in an airplane crash, between my tears I wished that I had an impossibly fat woman who would let me bury my face in her countless folds to comfort me. After about two years I swallowed all my tears, thus moving much faster than the guy from Mariner’s Revenge. In his defense I had a much nicer place to do it than out with the urchins on the street though. When I managed to accept the death of my parents and move on, I went down a path that I fully admit they would have hated. I descended wholeheartedly into hedonism. I even married the first woman I met who was fine with my desire to do very nearly nothing but feed her and have sex every day for the rest of our lives. I didn’t want children, I had no aspirations in business or politics, I just wanted sex, and I wanted it with a woman who would never stop gaining weight. I will freely admit that is a stupid reason to marry. But I got lucky, very lucky, and in the end, I came to love her truly. That or to be so high on dopamine from the sex that I believed it anyway.

El

I have a simple life. Not simple in the sense of being humble, lowly, or poor. No, just the oppopposite. My life was simple in that it was not even remotely complex. I feel good, that’s basically it. I do so in pretty much every way that you could imagine too. Eating, sex, food, massages, edibles, alcohol, and stuffing myself silly. Also I ate a lot, just in case I wasn’t sufficiently clear, food, always food. Sometimes I even have my husband feed me in bed.

I love eating far more than is healthy, I know that. I always want more. Even when I physically cannot fit another crumb into my stomach, I still wish I could. I love the taste of food, and I always want more of it too, which means It’s a good thing I also love the feeling of fullness. I want to stuff myself to near bursting with nearly every new kind of food I try, and I love finding new things to eat. If I wouldn’t get too full to keep eating, I think I would want to spend literally every waking moment of my life stuffing myself silly. In fact I try to get as close to that as I can as things are now. The same Is true for sex, and alcohol, and honestly anything else that feels good. I am an A+ hedonist, and I own it.

This lifestyle can leave a girl preposterously fat, It doesn’t bother me all that much though. But, as I said, it probably would if not for my husband Otto. It would be terrible to have to choose between food and sex, but with Otto is don’t have to. Not only is he okay with. Me eating 24/7, he actively encourages it. My husband is a self-proclaimed perverted sex freak. He wants to bone all day, every day. He wants to feed me constantly too. I love that about him. I know I have a tremendous appetite for both. But I really do see it as a blessing. Not only does it match my husband’s level of desire perfectly, but it gives me an excuse to eat even more often. I love the feeling of stretching myself out further to fit more. My stomach, my pussy, even my mind. I don’t just want more food, or more sex. I want more, well, more, and I want to want it even more. Hell, I outright told my husband to keep an eye out for ways to make even more of a gluttonous hedonist out of me. I want to be even hungrier, and even hornier. Best of all, I know my husband will authentically do his best, since that’s what he wants too. I enjoy playing to Otto’s food kink constantly too. Or his love of fat women. I already said I would literally never stop eating if that were a realistic option, and Otto would want that too, if it were possible. His reasons are different than mine, but motives are beyond secondary. The main thing is that we want the same things, that our desires align. He wants me to never stop eating or fucking him, and I want the same. Hell, I wouldn’t even be mad if he got a mistress for when I can’t do him myself. I just want him to keep my appetites sated. But I digest, I mean digress, but that too I guess.

Otto is stupid rich, I don’t think he could run out of money if he tried. The best thing about it is that it leaves us time to bone constantly. But a close second is that I have my own staff to help me to eat more. Otto is a rich pervert, but he is a SMART, rich pervert. He’s exclusively hired poorer perverts to attend to me, ones who also love to see women eating and gaining weight. He says that it ensures they’ll be motivated to feed me as much as is humanly possible, and it works. They all try to push me to eat more, and they often succeed. None of them ever complain about overtime either. They gladly spend whole days cooking, making food runs, or even rubbing my belly while I stuff myself beyond what is reasonable, and they seem overjoyed to do so. They don’t get tired of it either. That’s what I usually do on the days where Otto is unavailable, and I sometimes run them ragged to keep me full. Otto thinks it’s hot that I eat constantly, even without him. Good, I don’t think I’d be able to stop eating for long if he asked me to. I am absolutely a slave to my appetites, and all I want to do is serve them better.

Recently, Otto even said something that surprised me. Hell, it shocked me. He said he’d be fine with it if I had an affair, if it meant eating more. I know I told him almost the exact same thing, and it’s a weird place to have a double standard, but I was shocked to hear a man say this. He told me that he thought it might help me to eat more and help motivate my staffers to feed me even more if we had that as a motivator too. I never did it, but it got me thinking, just how fat does he want me to be? Eventually I realized something, I didn’t care. I had told Otto that I would never stop eating or gaining weight for him in this life, and I meant it. So, more food, more fat, and more desire, more of everything, and I hope it never stops.

Otto

I had an idea, and went to get my wife a gift. It wasn’t her birthday, or Christmas or anything. No, it was actually the day before my own birthday. I had selfish motivations as well as selfless ones for getting it for her too. Who am I kidding? It was a selfish wish, I just hoped that she liked it too anyway. She should, El loves to eat after all, and she loves it when she can turn me on.

So, the day before my birthday I went into our bedroom to see El. I had brought a gift bag with me. El bounced up and down as she clapped when she saw the bag. I love it when my wife is this excited. The sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her face are both a sight to see. So is her chest bouncing up and down with each hop to be honest, but that sounds way less romantic. El is only about a hundred and eighty pounds now, but her chest is huge. It got there well before the rest of her, and seemed to be the recipient of half or her new body fat too. I love it and El knows it too. Even better, my wife is the type who loves to be lusted after. So, El makes sure to rub her bouncing bosom in my face, it’s usually a thing she does figuratively, usually. As El jumped up and down she asked “What’s it for?” I smiled and said “So, this is selfish of me, I know. But hear me out. You remember how you asked me what I’d want for my birthday, and I told you that I didn’t need anything?” El nodded and said “Yeah, I heard you loud and clear, you’ve got more money than anybody, and you buy yourself anything you want instantly anyway. So, you didn’t want anything.” I held out the bag and said “Well, I thought of something I’d love, and it answers a question of yours too.” El took the bag and asked “What’s that?” as she began to dig through the paper in the bag. I said “You asked me how fat I wanted you to get,” El held up a 6XL T shirt, it was pink and read “Feed Me” in black letters. She said “Thank you, but it isn’t even close to my size.” I felt excited, just thinking about what I’d say. Eventually I settled on, “I know it isn’t your size, yet. You wanted to know how fat I would want you to get?” El held up the shirt, and held it out like a bedsheet, asking “You want this to fit me?” I couldn’t stop smiling as I shook my head saying “No, I want to see you get too big for it.” El laughed and said “I don’t know.” To which I replied “don’t worry if you don’t think that you can, I just want you to try. Or hell, just pretend you’ll try for me, for my birthday. You won’t even have to keep the act up the day after. Just let me dream for now.” El put the shirt on, and laughed as she said “You know what? Sure. It’s your birthday!” and poked her head into the arm of the shirt, saying “I think that my torso might fit into the arms on this.” With a playful grin. Then she said “it’s a good thing that tasty food is usually fattening and vice versa anyway.” She then smiled at me and winked before saying, “So, you’ll have to get me something tasty for YOUR birthday if you want this.” I replied “You know, I love it when you’re demanding like that.” To which she nodded with a giggle before she said, “Yep! Which reminds me, you’re gonna feed me something today too. I’m thinking pizza. Then you’re gonna fuck me, hard.” She winked salaciously and said “I’ll even wear this top if you want. But I want you to make me scream like a banshee.” She licked her lips and stopped talking there.

After ordering pizza, my wife excused herself to use the restroom while we waited for the delivery to arrive. She stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile, and a comically oversized shirt. She smiled and said “You know, I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to get fat. But with how I’ve been gaining weight I’d probably get this big sooner or later anyway.” And leaned forward, kissing me on the cheek. I then hugged her tightly, to feel her body pressing up against me. I was right, she wasn’t wearing a bra under that giant shirt, even better, El was gaining weight. I felt surprised at just how big my wife was. I could still feel her stomach easily enough through the giant shirt. El was feeling larger than I remembered from only yesterday. I then felt the same about her hips, her butt, her chest, her everything. I’m honestly pretty sure this is just my delusionary, horny dream, but she already felt far bigger then only a day before. El licked her lips and tilted her head up to look me in the eye. She then returned my hug, squeezing me tightly with one arm, as her other hand found its way to the front of my pants, where I was rock hard, to the point that I felt like my dick was trying to rip through my pants. El said “Oh, does this thing turn you on that much?” Grabbing a handful of her shirt and shaking it, before continuing, “Well,” and she whispered into my ear “Good.” Before gently nibbling on my ear, sending a wave of tingling sensations down my side.

We were interrupted by Frank, half of the “feeding staff” that I had hired for my wife. He knocked on the door and said “Pizza’s here. Do you want it in there, or at the dining room table?” I said “Yeah, bring it in here please. Thank you, Frank,” for the door to open up and Frank to step in with two boxes from Domino’s. I Noticed Frank eye my wife and wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Then again, that’s why I hired him I guess. Whatever, stuffing El silly will help me to feel better. So I set one of the boxes on our nightstand, and the other on the bed, where I opened it.

The pizza was a meat lover’s, El’s favorite, and the other box contained three small chocolate lava cakes, her favorite dessert. These choices were an honest combination of selfishness and selflessness. I loved the way my wife looked when she was enjoying herself greatly. I honestly suspect that eating does something sexual for her too, even if she won’t admit it. She has a very specific face that she only makes when she’s eating or having sex. Also, she agreed to fatten herself up for me WAY too easily to be explained in any other way I can think of. As I opened the box El took a deep breath through her nose and leaned forward, over the open box of pizza. She then pulled up the huge shirt like it was a skirt, revealing that a bra wasn’t the only piece of underwear that my wife didn’t have on. El shook her butt and said “So, I know you love this, so, go ahead and take me while I eat.” It was a dream, I could see my wife’s pussy, it was dripping wet already, and El said “You’d better enjoy this while you can. I’ll end up too fat to stand for this eventually.” My pants were on the floor before she finished the sentence, and I stepped forward and put a hand on each of my El’s hips as I said “Well, happy birthday to me.”

I insert myself into El, who moaned “Yes!” loudly enough that the neighbors probably heard it if they were home. I began to pump in and out of El as she held herself up over the bed, on her elbows. El was extremely vocal in bed, when I’m thinking straight, I am pretty sure she’s playing it up for my sake, but even if it was an act I loved it. It was almost as much of a turn on as the fact that my wife was eating pizza far too emphatically and quickly to not be turned on by this. Somehow, she managed to moan and scream “Yes!” Repeatedly, despite eating so fast that she was practically inhaling pizza. I looked down to see El being pushed forward and rocked back with each thrust that I put into her. The oversized top shifted forward and back with each thrust as well, and all I could do was imagine her blowing up bigger and bigger. In my fantasy each thrust somehow put about a hundred pounds onto her frame. In my fantasy my wife’s absurdly fast fattening eventually reached its crescendo, stretching out the gigantic top, going from loose, to so tight that it was nearly transparent, before finally exploding into pieces of fabric. In reality El let out a screaming moan of “Yes!” that fit into my fantasy perfectly. I imagined El’s titanic body, so fat that she jiggled and rippled with each thrust. I said “Fatter!” as I felt myself passing the point of no return. El must’ve thought I meant my request from before, as she said “Too fat for this top. Six X? Try sixty.” Before she began to moan wordlessly, eventually giving a scream of “Yes!” that was turned to “Yesh,” by a mouth full of pizza. It was perfect timing too, as I felt myself climax at about the same time, afterward I crawled onto the bed. Then I sat beside El, who still stood bent over at a ninety degrees angle, holding herself off of a, messily half eaten, pizza, breathing heavily. I looked at my wife from the side. She was absolutely swimming in the gargantuan top she wore, it was so damned big that I could see her breasts through the openings meant for her arms. I imagined just how hot it would be when she was so fat that this thing was too small for her. I fell asleep to that thought in my head.

I woke up to the sight of El, still in the giant top, and leaning over an open cardboard box, with one chocolate lava cake left in it. “Weren’t there-“ I started to ask, before noticing that El had a half-eaten lava cake in her hand, she looked at me and smiled, flashing teeth that still had bits of chocolate on them. El said “Sorry I didn’t wait for you to wake up before having dessert, I-“ I then kept up the chain of interruptions, saying “Never apologize for eating more. That is almost literally what I always want you to do. In fact,” and I sat up, saying “I was going to give you all three anyway. It’s hot seeing you eat, but it is beyond sexy to catch you eating, even when you think I don’t want you to.” Then I noticed the pizza box was gone and asked “Put the leftover pizza away already?” to which she smiled and corrected me, saying “No, I threw out the empty box though.” And did the little ‘come here’ finger curling thing, saying, “That’s why I slowed down my eating so much. Originally, I wanted to eat everything before you woke up, but my stomach was hurting me by the time you woke up.” And she licked the chocolate off of her lips, saying, “But I need to get used to eating past pain if you want me this big.” And she grabbed ahold of her shirt, wiggling it to indicate how big I wanted her. Then El said “You know, im starting to like this idea. Now, come rub my beyond so I can finish this dessert. The dessert for three, after the whole pizza.” She groaned, “I need some pain relief.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything a tenth so sexy before. I practically sprang to El’s side on the bed, and said “Oohh,” as I leaned over and put a hand on her belly, gently rubbing her, saying “You have no idea how sexy this is. Even if it’s just until the day after my birthday,” and I leaned over, kissing El’s belly through the tent of a t shirt she wore, “I think this is the best present I could’ve ho-“ and she interrupted me by loudly belching, and saying “You’re lucky that you’re cute when your h-“ and looked at my crotch, saying “Wait, your horny again already? Damn, you really do love this, don’t you?” I punctuated each of my words with a kiss, starting at El’s collarbone and moving up towards her face as I said “You, have, no, idea.” Before giving her a huge kiss on the lips. El smiled at me and said “Then it’s a good thing that a good belly rub helps me to eat more,” and she pat my member with a grin, saying “And I have something to look forward to if I can finish it all, right?” part of me wanted to say she did either way, but I didn’t want to risk discouraging her from eating as much as she possibly could. So I said an emphatic “Oh hell yes.” As I began rubbing El’s belly and she began eating again. I lost track of how many times we went at it that day, and fell asleep again to my wife saying “The first day of the rest of our lives.”