Let's Get Fat Together

Chapter 1

James stepped onto the scale. He didn't really want to look but knew he must. He couldn't remember the last time he weighed himself. But the fact he could barely button his jeans, and he'd been forced to only wear his baggiest t-shirts recently told him that he had no choice.

The numbers jumped around for a few seconds and then settled. He peered down.

17 stone, eight pounds. What is that in pounds he thought? Less than 250, right?

Anyway, it was not as much as he feared, he told himself as he stepped off the scale. He'd really thought he'd broken the 18 stone barrier, so if anything, this was a relief. No matter that he'd gained a stone and a half since he last weighed himself. This was good news.

He dressed for the day and went out to work, not thinking about his weight again until the evening when he paused before opening the share bag of crisps he'd taken to having before making dinner every night. It didn't stop him. He wasn't that fat, he reasoned.

--

One person who was keenly aware James' weight gain was his colleague, Katie. She had joined the same company six months ago, and he had immediately caught her attention. She'd watched as he had packed on the pounds over the months, taking particular pleasure in seeing how his newly swollen belly had hung over his waistband after Christmas and only continued to grow since.

On that early January day, she'd gone home, taken out her Hitachi wand and, pushing aside her own rolls of belly fat, pleasured herself over a mental image James's stretched shirt popping as she fed him doughnut after doughnut.

Katie herself was larger than James, and that is how she liked it. She wanted a fat man, but not one who was bigger than herself. She loved her own heavy rolls, but it was not enough just to be fat. She'd tried fattening herself and got pleasure from it. For a while, with a previous feeder partner, it seemed right. But she just did not love the contrast with his scrawny body. He would feed her and ***, and it would be ok. But when she suggested that maybe she feed him too, he lost interest and it broke off soon after.

James seemed too good to be true to her. Reasonably tall, handsome and crucially, getting larger. She also thought with some confidence that he fancied her. They didn't work closely, but any interaction lasted longer than it should and they always seemed to be looking at each other. Would they act on it?

The moment came on a regular weekday lunch. There was an office canteen and seeing James sat eating his lasagne alone, she decided to join him. She usually avoided the canteen. The chairs were a tight fit for her, and the portions always left her hungry. But today, she squeezed herself in and sat opposite him.

It was nice to be this close. He felt bigger. She noticed that not only were his buttons stretched around his torso and chest, but his shirt was having a job containing his upper arms too, and she could clearly make out two ample man boobs under his shirt.

She was nervous, and kept twisting a ring around one of her fingers after she'd finished eating, laughing at basically everything he said. As the time to go back to their desks approached, to her surprise, James asked if she'd be up for a drink later this week. She immediately agreed and so, on Thursday, they settled down at a pub not far from the office.

Two drinks in and feeling it, Katie plucked up the courage to ask James if he was single.

"Yes, very much so. And you..."

"Yes, also single."

"How long for?"

"A couple of years now. Not that my last relationship was particularly deep, you know?"

"As in he was just after sex?"

She breathed in heavily, deciding what to say.

"You don't have to answer that, I shouldn't..."

"No, not at all. Well, you know what, I will just tell you the truth. He was very into fat girls and feeding and all that stuff," she noticed James' eyebrows rise, and paused.

"And you... weren't?"

She went pink. "Actually, I am very into that. I just wasn't into him. He was pretty scrawny and, well, I prefer a bigger guy, you know."

"I see." James hesitated. Katie wasn't going to fill the gap. "So you're very comfortable, being you know, bigger?"

"Yes, is that a problem for you?"

James was a bit taken aback. "No, no not at all." He hesitated again. "This isn't like a secret, but you know, I haven't ever explicitly told anyone, but like..."

"You like fat girls," Katie smiled at him.

James smiled back, "yesss, and I do also like feeding them. And I think I quite like being fat too."

Katie's insides squirmed with anticipation.

"So you're a feeder who wants to be fatter?"

"Yes. I mean like, I've never actually done it. But I have put on some weight recently and don't hate it. My last girlfriend was pretty chunky but was always going on about losing weight, so, I guess I've always kept it as more of a fantasy."

Katie swigged her drink. "Would you like it to become a reality?"

James met her eyes directly. "Absolutely."

--

Six months later

James: Dinner tonight. I'm thinking mac and cheese.

Katie: Yessss. And garlic bread?

James: And garlic bread. With cheese.

Katie: And dessert?

James: Obviously. Ice cream?

Katie: And cookies.

James: And cookies. And I've got some crisps and dips for snacks.

Katie: You know me well. And you know I am always hungry ;)

James: I've actually gone and brought us double of basically everything. I thought it could be a real pig out as it's Friday.

Katie: Now I am ravenous. And kind of horny.

James: Me too.

--

James was working from home so by 5:30, had started cooking. A whole pack of pasta, entire block of cheese and extra for garnish, and plenty of butter went into his mac and cheese which had quickly become a firm favourite of Katie's. It was a warm day, and his flat kitchen was hot.

He'd taken off his new t-shirt to cook, not wanting to get any mess down it but also to ease his perspiration. He wide back glistened with sweat in the heat as he stirred the pan of sauce, and he could feel his pits and under his moobs were damp.

Katie had done a job on him. In six months, he had ballooned by more than three stone and was over 300 pounds. His belly hung low and wide over his belt, smothering his upper pubic area which he now felt, but could not see, was a thick pad of fat.

As he was finishing up, the doorbell rang and he called her for to come in.

"Oh look at you," Katie cooed as she walked in. Taking in his physique, she gave him a side hug, giving his belly roll a good squeeze.

"And look what you've got for me."

"I did say we could pig out tonight," and he leant down to kiss her.

As they pulled apart, she went to put her stuff in the living room and James watched, mesmerised. Katie had done a job on him, he knew, but he'd done just the same, if not better for her. He knew that she was a voracious eater without him, but he wanted to take some credit for the seams that looked close to breaking on her jeans and the panting breaths she took as she waddled down the hall.

They had weighed themselves soon after starting their relationship and James was amazed to see Katie come in at nearly 25 stone. He knew she'd gone up a dress size already and had a plan for this evening.

He plated up and brought the food through to the sofa, where Katie was already munching on a large bag of doritos and a platter of dips.

"Dinner's served."

"Mmmh," Katie said through a mouthful of tortilla chips.

They both devoured their bowls of pasta, dipping the garlic bread lathered in molten cheese in the sauce. After a few minutes, Katie took a breather.

"I am definitely going to have to undo my jeans. They're just too tight, these ones."

"Are those the new ones?

She looked at him knowingly, "they're the old ones. The 26s. But they're so tight."

She lay back on the sofa and fumbled at the button. It was twisted sideways and her lower belly was really pushing at the fabric below.

"You look like you really had to squeeze into those this morning."

"Uh huh," she was really struggling to reach round her belly to undo it, but when she did, the relief was instant. Fat popped out, thick red welts were revealed on the skin where the waistband had dug into her flesh. She undid the zipper and extracted her swollen gut from the confines of the clothing. Lifting it up, it slapped down heavily onto her thighs.

James was hard instantly watching this, and could barely concentrate on his food.

"You're looking really big."

She eyed him, a smirk on her chubby face.

"I was wondering, if maybe, you'd like to see how much you weigh? We did me last week, after all."

Katie had tied James to a chair and fed him 12 krispy kremes before sucking him off after he'd done it, whispering in his ear that she was so proud he'd hit 20 stone and couldn't wait to see another five on him.

The memory of this flashed in Katie's mind, as she agreed. After another mouthful, she teased him: "I don't think I've put on as much as you, though."

"We'll see."

The vat of mac and cheese now finished, James stood up to retrieve the scale.

"Is that new?" Katie asked as James came back in, his upper belly looking hard and distended from all the food. The food and his naked torso had already made her wet and she could see he was excited.

"Yep. Goes to 500 pounds."

"Wow. Hardcore."

"My old one only went to 350."

"OK, so a necessity maybe."

"We'll find out. Right, up you get."

She pushed her weight forward, arms pushing her girth off the sofa and then she rocked forward, swinging herself up and onto her legs. She burped a little and righted herself.

"I think it's only right if you take everything off. We don't want to get an inaccurate reading."

"Be my guest."

They kissed as James stripped her, feeling and kneading her body as he did so, enjoying the sumptuous rolls of fat. Kissing her down from her double chip, via her cascading breasts, down her naval to the very bottom of her hanging gut, he looked up, glorying in her vast frame, before saying: "If you've hit 400 pounds, I have a treat for you."

"What's that in stone?"

"About 29 stone."

"And what if I'm 28?

"I'll eat the treat."

She giggled and stepped onto the scale.

It flashed: 411 pounds. Their faces lit up.

"Oh. My god. That is so fat."

"I knew you'd gotten much bigger."

"I really didn't expect to be so fat. What was I before?"

"349."

"Fuck. That's like 10 pounds a month. How much did you put on?"

"Not far off that. Like 50 pounds in total, about 3 and a bit stone."

"Get on."

"On the scale?"

"Yeah, I want to double check."

James did as he was told. 308 pounds.

"Ok, maybe 60 pounds. That's 22 stone."

"I thought you'd got bigger in the last week. Those moobs are looking nice and full." She cupped his left moob and squeezed gently. He did the same with her swollen right breast and put his hand on her belly.

"I said I had a treat for you."

"What is it?"

"Sit down."

Reluctantly, she did what she was told. As she turned around, James slapped her fat ass hard and it jiggled like crazy, waves of fat crashing around her hips.

"Ughhh, can't you just fuck me. Like now?"

"Wait here."

She waited a few moments, feeling her belly and her nipples to maintain her arousal.

He returned, naked now, with a funnel in hand and a blender full of white liquid. His cock was erect and his belly now touched the shaft. She ogled it and the blender, excitement coursing through her.

"Is that?"

"Ice cream and cookies. Sit back and mouth open."

She grinned and did as she was told, slipping the funnel into her mouth.

"Ready?"

She nodded, and he began to pour. She groped for his cock as the thick liquid hit her throat, gravitating to his belly and then back the more she sucked in.

To James's surprise, she kept glugging, her eyes glued to his. Her massive belly seemed to swell with the extra liquid he was pumping into her, and he tried his best not to cum. He paused and panting heavily, she removed the funnel, a trickle of white liquid down her chin, which she licked up almost immediately.

"I want you."

He obeyed, kissing the breadth of her swollen midriff and making his way to her sweaty underbelly, kissing her thick fupa that hid her now pulsating pussy. She moaned as he teased her, sucking and lightly biting the fatty pouch he loved so much while he grabbed handfuls of her belly fat from below.

She was breathing heavily by the time he eventually began to swirl his tongue between the folds of fat of her dripping pussy. He grabbed and pushed lightly at her thigh rolls to give him space to breathe, her fupa now resting on his forehead and the weight of her belly now partly resting atop his head. He sensed movement above and could see her - a bag of fat swinging from her upper arm - grab the blender and pour the rest directly into her mouth, taking breaks as she writhed and squealed like the enormous hog she was becoming.

Her emerged from her, his penis throbbing and she opened her legs wide. Her pussy was deep and sopping wet as he plunged his cock into her, resting his own gut atop hers as he pounded her, licking the mixture she had spilled down her chin and over her boobs, which bounced with every thrust.

James came quickly, groaning with deep pleasure as he did. She smiled, and told him to keep his still hard cock in her as she directed him with his fingers. She came again, and they finally fell apart.

"I can't wait for 500," she breathed.