Finally Food for Fu- Umm, Things

Chapter 1

Cole was positive that he was the single luckiest man alive. He had met countless guys who were unhappy that their S.O. had a sex drive far below their own. But, if anything, the inverse was true for Cole. Trixie was the living embodiment of desire. Sex, food, more sex, while eating, more food, while screwing. It was really just the two, but both were strong enough desires to be called “Needs.” Trixie needed food, she needed sex, and she got them both as much as she could. Trixie wasn’t on any drugs, which was good, she would probably OD if she was, given how the woman did anything else that felt good; and she had the kind of body that looked like it was made for just that purpose. Trixie was an average height at 5’8”, and that was the only average thing about her. Trixie’s body had very little fat on it, but what was present seemed to be designed by a horny teenage boy, as every ounce of it screamed of sex, her chest was a small E cup. Because comparing Trixie’s chest to other E cups was the only sane way to call it “small.” Trixie insisted they were real, and insisted that she never would have willingly born the back pain. They caused. Still, nearly everyone who saw her chest presumed that she had implants. Cole didn’t know, and didn’t care to ask. He just loved them either way. The woman had a bubble butt that was too small to be called “big,” if only just barely. But it was so perfectly soft and smooth that Cole felt confident that Sir-Mix-A-Lot would have sung about it anyway. Trixie’s thighs were warm and inviting in a X rated sense, and were comfortable enough for Cole to happily rest his face between, a fact that Trixie was grateful for as well as him. Her body was so perfect that even the fat loving Cole hardly even cared that she was the only woman he knew of who couldn’t gain weight if she tried, and she actually had tried for him. It didn’t really work, but she tried. To top it all off, Trixie had brown hair and supple, sun kissed skin, thus finishing her perfect body’s description.

Trixie was always horny too, so much so that it was running Cole ragged. But, it was an exhaustion that the man adored. Trixie was the most ravenous girl he had ever seen, figuratively, if not literally. Cole strongly suspected that Trixie would be extremely heavy, except that she tended to shut her stomach up by partaking in her other major vice. It was like she loved to feel good, so much so that it seemed like she cared for nothing else. It was a good thing that the woman had a strong distaste for feeling out of control, or she’d probably be a drunk or on drugs. But things were more interesting to her like this anyway.

The woman’s only flaws that Cole knew of were of the sort that made her even sexier for him. Trixie was somewhat paranoid that Cole would leave her for not being sexy enough, somehow. When she sat down and thought about it, Trixie knew that was absurd. But it still drove her forward to be even hotter for her boyfriend. Cole suspected that Trixie was using sex as a way to assure herself that he still loved her. He suggested that his girlfriend seek therapy, and offered to help her find a doctor. But Cole was silently glad that she refused that offer, of only because he loved her ‘solution’ to the issue. He also suspected that, if only subconsciously, this was why she wanted to gain weight, to be literally perfect for him physically. Initially Cole felt regret for telling Trixie about his kink at all. She constantly beat herself up for her “flaw” of being too thin. Still, after quitting on several attempts to gain weight for Cole. To his credit, Cole never once asked for this, and legitimately did his best to help her to feel better. Still, she hated the fact that she couldn’t gain weight. It became so bad that, her being sexier was only his second favorite part of her reaction to her new meds.

Why the medication? Trixie had two medical concerns. One freed her to have even more excess, the other constrained her. Trixie was completely sterile, it was a fact that she’d known since she was in high school. One she had used to have even more fun with her life. Then she did the same thing in college, until she met Cole. Cole made her want to stay with one man, to stop being wild and crazy. But she still wanted to have fun in the bedroom, almost constantly. Unsurprisingly, Cole was all for this.

Then there was Trixie’s other medical issue, the one that gave her less access to fun times. Trixie had an unusually severe case of gastritis. It left her writhing in agony if she had too much of any of her favorite foods. Chocolate, mint, anything deep fried or greasy, it all wrecked her stomach. Sadly, having, “too much” of those things happened after one or two bites of the food in question, and even that small of an amount meant burping, acid reflux, and long-lasting stomach pain and discomfort. Eating too much of the “safe” foods did it too, though she was able to eat enough of those to keep herself from getting any thinner. Still, both quality and quantity were out of the question for Trixie when it came to enjoying food. Until today that is, because today was the day that Trixie received her new antacid.

Okay, technically it wasn’t an antacid, Pharmatech had created a new sort of medicine, one meant to strengthen the stomach enough that it could withstand excessive amounts of acid without pain, damage, or acid reflux. How that worked exactly, Trixie had no clue. But, if it worked as advertised, it would allow her a near absolute sort of freedom. So, the moment the stuff became available Trixie all but held her doctor up at knife point for it. Thankfully she didn’t actually have to hold him at knifepoint. For Dr. Smith, it was mainly a cause for him to be thankful, because Trixie totally would threaten to stab the man if that’s what it took to be able to eat freely. She’d actually knife him too if need be. Trixie would do her best not to kill him, but wounding people to eat freely was totally a thing that she would do. Because Trixie loved to eat, second only to her love of sex and pushing Cole’s buttons. She felt that the constant specter of pain that grew exponentially with each bite that she took was the only reason she wasn’t a tub of lard, and, since Cole actually liked that, she wasn’t too concerned with the likely outcome. Trixie didn’t exactly want to be fat, but it was a price that she would gladly pay if it meant that she’d be able to eat freely.

So, Trixie went to the pharmacy, got her pills, and went home, without mentioning a thing to Cole. She had the house to herself until Cole got off work, and a plan as well. These pills took a month to really kick in anyway, so Trixie would spend each of those thirty days doing only two things in her spare time, riding Cole, and imagining how her life would change with the new meds. This started by thinking about the look on his face when he got home to see his girlfriend finally stuffing herself silly for him. She would start eating as he pulled into the garage. Trixie would do it in her underwear for maximum impact, without risking something hot falling on her.

So, as the day drew near Trixie found herself standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, looking at a pill and imagining the day it started. Two days before Trixie had an idea. Cole made enough money to let the two survive without her working. So, Trixie worked part time as a model. The job was surprisingly un-glamorous, but it gave Trixie a bit of pocket money that Cole didn’t know about. So, Trixie decided that she would test the pills a couple of days early, to get a ballpark idea lf how well they worked.

“Okay,” Trixie said, as she opened up the app for Postmates on her phone. The app was far more expensive than just going out for food normally. But Trixie would get it all from one place to cut back on delivery costs a bit, and it’s not like she was using the service every day. So, in her attempt to be wild with her food ordering, Trixie got a burger AND A DESSERT from Red Robin, getting a tavern burger and a donut tower, which is apparently a thing.

The burger was great, and Trixie had a new experience. Well, sort of new. She was aware that this must have happened to her before, if only as a small child, but Trixie didn’t really remember eating half this much without regretting it, and the old events that she did recall were not in much detail. Today, however, Trixie finished an entire burger without any pain. She felt, full, Trixie felt really full. She knew that being overfull could cause pain, it wasn’t exactly a secret, even if she never really got that full normally. Trixie was aware of it. So, as she started to feel pain from fullness, Trixie knew exactly what was happening. But, other than that new experience, Trixie felt no pain at all. Not one bit. Trixie wanted to call someone to rant about it. But both of her parents were gone, Trixie had no siblings, and she had chased off all of her old friends by sleeping with their boyfriends before she met Cole. It was a thing that Trixie already regret when she met Cole, but right now it was hitting her hard enough that she would be miserable if she weren’t already so excited. Trixie had nobody to tell about this, since it was a secret to Cole. Which brought up another thing that Trixie realized was probably a bad sign, she really only had one way to deal with her stress, anxiety, or loneliness. So, Trixie got her dessert tower with one hand, as she pulled down her panties with the other.

Trixie’s mind left her more complicated thoughts the very instant that she touched herself. It always felt good for her, good enough to banish the negativity from her mind. But today was something special for Trixie. This didn’t just feel good. It felt amazing, fantastic, glorious. Trixie had already lost the ability to eat freely by the time she hit puberty. Trixie had always focused on the food alone when she ate. Both because she wanted to focus on the feeling of eating, and to anticipate pain so that it can be preempted. So, this was Trixie’s first time combining food with sex. Excitement overtook the woman, who finished more quickly than she had intended.

Trixie had always been, well a bit prone to promiscuity. This may be why she was so quick to surrender herself to pleasure, or maybe it was the other way around. The only reason that Trixie could ever pull herself away from that feeling was to help her to get it more later on, like with her experimentation here and now. For her second round of masturbation Trixie went very slowly. She would touch herself for a moment, without eating. Then the woman would eat, without touching herself, then she tried both at once. Trixie kept trying different combinations of actions until she had it down. Trixie may have bad an obsession with sex, it was a thing she was quick to admit whenever it came up. But, the woman was methodical in her experimentation. So, by the second time she had finished Trixie knew exactly what was going on. Well, as much as she could alone anyway. Trixie knew that, as she ate, touching herself felt better. MUCH BETTER. Which was certainly saying something, since sexual stimulation was already Trixie’s favorite experience by far. The only problem she found was that the change didn’t seem to start until after she’d already eaten beyond fullness, and stopped feeling better if she stopped eating. So, Trixie knew what she had to do, and she knew that Cole would adore it. She had to do the same sort of experimentation, but with a partner.

Trixie’s solution to this ignorance was nothing new. She hadn’t gone a single week without a partner between her first time and meeting Cole. In hindsight, Trixie felt lucky that she never got an STD. But, as she was thinking about this, the woman heard the front door open, along with Cole’s voice, shouting, “Hey Trixie, I’m home. Also, garage doors broken. Or the opener maybe.” Trixie looked down at her remaining two donuts, as she looked she had a thought. Not only did it feel better the fuller that Trixie got, but she had always liked sex far more then simple masturbation, even with the best toys, which she didn’t use moments ago. Trixie had experiments to perform. Normally three times in a row was a bit much, even for Trixie, but today she was excited, and Trixie was in experimentation mode, which motivated her to act even more than being horny. Besides, it would have been more trouble than it was worth for Trixie to even try to avoid notice. So, instead Trixie chose to have some fun with Cole.

So, as Cole walked into his home, he saw the most explicit sight that had ever greeted him. Trixie was completely naked, standing over their ottoman leaning forward over what looked like a tiny game of ring toss. Trixie’s pussy was neatly visible and she said, “Quick! I need you to fuck me while I eat these donuts!” Cole would have the word TILT flashing across his face if this were an old cartoon, a blue screen of death or hypno wheels for eyes if it were a newer one. After a brief moment of stunned silence Trixie heard a belt unzipping behind her as footsteps drew near. As Cole got closer, Trixie leaned forward and grabbed a donut with her mouth, while grinning like a maniac. Trixie took a sharp intake of air through her nose, that would have been a gasp if her mouth weren’t occupied with a donut.

Cole had no clue what was going on, but this moment was somehow even hornier than his teenage fantasies had been. As he felt the burning pleasure of the moment coursing through him, Cole heard Trixie moan “Yes,” as he had so many times before, then she added another line that confused him slightly, “It does work like that.” In a strange cross between sexual moaning and an epiphany. But Cole could try and figure out her meaning later, for now he had better things to do. Cole then looked down, to notice Trixie had been eating this whole time. There had been two donuts there when he started, and now she was rapidly snarfing down the second one like her life depended on it, the sight was too much for Cole to take, and he felt himself beginning to finish almost instantly. But, the tell tale pulsing sensation was not an end, but a precursor of one. Cole still had a short time to act, and began to thrust into Trixie even faster, with the hope that she could also finish before he had to stop.

Meanwhile Trixie’s mind raced. Every thrust, every sensation every feeling that touched on her at all. It was amplified tenfold, maybe not exactly, but conceptually. It was far more than what she had come to expect and know out of this, and Trixie had come to expect quite a lot out of her sexual experiences. There was a reason that Trixie was so frisky, she had always suspected that things felt better for her than they did for most, but this was something different about this. The pinprick of pain in her stomach from eating so much more than she was used to was completely buried under a deluge of endorphins that buried her senses. In hindsight Trixie was glad that she didn’t hurt herself when she crumpled onto the floor like a rag doll in the overwhelms sensations she felt in climax. Trixie’s last thoughts before losing consciousness were simple. I need to do this more. A lot more. And she did.



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NEXT TIME IN DRAGON BALL Z. Wait, no, not that

NEXT TIME ON THIS STORE-E

Trixie and Cole want to special order Little Ceaser's, leading to the statement of

"I would like the craziest of breads. Now, I bet you heard “crazy bread,” but no, that is far too sane. I want the absolute loon of crazy breads. I want bread so crazy that the Joker breaks out of Arkham asylum just to tell this bread to calm the fuck down, and I want the bread’s answer to be “No.'”