Chapter 3

Soon I was moving from the Men’s department to the Big and Tall Shops. This is where I was eventually to meet Elizabeth. It was a warm day when I realized I had yet again grown out of my clothes. My belly literally bulged out of my white tailored dress shirt, swelling plumply from the tightened dress slacks especially after the particularly large lunch I hind just devoured. Elizabeth, a saleswoman at the Big and Tall Shop seemed very helpful and knowledgeable. She was a pleasingly plump brunette of Mediterranean descent. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her back. I quickly realized that her piercing green eyes were glued to my protruding gut.

Goosebumps popped up on my skin as I felt her greedy eyes drinking me in… her fingers prodding my overfilled belly…the feel of her tape measure wrapping around my thickened waist. I felt myself blush when from her slight teasing about his hulking flesh.

“You’ve put on a little weight since the last time you were here – it looks well on you,” Elizabeth remarked with clear admiration in her voice.

“Thank you,” I said, steadily. I was a little confused. I didn’t remember ever seeing her in the store before. I straighten a little sucking in my gut out of reflex.

“I haven’t waited on you before. It’s usually Marta or Ed who get that pleasure. I have only admired you from afar ‘”she added. She firmly poked me in my gut causing a great exhale and my belly to puff fully outward once again. “Sorry, I need to get a true measurement. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let it all hung out,” Elizabeth explained.

“I’m usually not. I guess I’m a little self conscience around beautiful women,” I replied smoothly.

I gasped in surprise when she grabbed firmly onto my big belly and gave it a good jiggle. I literally became weak-kneed, feeling my shaft becoming as engorged as my belly clearly was from all her special attention to my fattened form.

“HMM m… 51 inches around,” Elizabeth observed. “A BHM indeed.”

We chatted for awhile as Elizabeth outfitted me with new clothing, her hand often coming to rest on the top of my rotund middle. When Elizabeth told me that she was a “FA”, it freed me to discuss the fact that I was a regular contributor to several online weight gain sites.

“It’s not that I’m a gainer,” I told her. “It’s just that I enjoy food and have quite a bit of experience…as you can see from my size.” I told her I had written several narratives under a pen name. She seemed genuinely impressed when I revealed my penname.

“Oh, my lord!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “You’re him! I’m a huge fan of your work.” She leaned in to him. “I’m curious…have you ever actually been fed like your characters?”

“Only in my imagination,” I said with a chuckle. “Most people find my…interests a little strange. I usually keep my fantasies to myself. Or should I say, for my short stories.”

“I’d love to be your muse, Bill. Would you like to actually experience something your characters do? You know, for real?” she asked, taking a more serious tone.

“Well, I don’t know…yes…yes, I would…would you...you know…would you…” I began, not believing what I was hearing coming from the lips of this lovely, young woman.

“Yes, Bill. I’d love to feed you. How about meeting me here tomorrow…say around 11:30? We can eat lunch somewhere nearby,” she suggested.

“Aren’t you working?” I asked.

“Only the morning…my boss will be taking over for me in the afternoon.”

“Great, it’s a date,” I said.