Chapter 3 - growing

For two entire weeks I gorged on everything and everything I could find. I weighed and measured myself to a science. I wore a green shirt that would get tighter over that time.

Then, I stopped. "Enough." Time to grow up. That was fun, now I'll just go back to how I ate before.

Still using the calorie counter, I weened off of my diet of fats and carbs. I still weighed and measure myself to see when the effects of my binging would appear.

49 inches on my waist. Then 50. 51... Then it dropped down to 50.5, and stayed.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I mean, I felt fatter, don't get me wrong.

Things WERE tighter. I was able to almost pop the buttons of this dress-up blue shirt.

"I'll just... gain until I pop those buttons." Seems like a reasonable goal, right?

I matched my old eating binge, and then some. Doubling the cheese danishes, 2 at a time. I deliberately ordered more pizza then was needed, and ate and ate.

I ***ing love pizza. The cheese and crust oozing. I like to dip in blue cheese dressing, licking my fingers as I go. Such a fat pig.

Then... it happened. I exploded.

52inches, then 53. My regular work pants got difficult to button.

My girlfriend, by the way, had been slightly bored with our love making. The minute I noticed the changes to my belly, is the moment she started touching it. In passing, rubbing gently. I would lay down on the couch and she would push her legs under my flabby belly. I would rub her feet so that the crest of her toe would graze the underside of my expanding belly.

She never mentions it. Never says anything. But I know she likes it.

Foreplay: Now after a big meal. We kiss, I rub her breasts from outside her bra. (I move slow.) I reach around, and undo her bra with one hand, as the other squeezes her ***. She moves her hand down, but stops at my stomach. She starts rubbing, caressing my newly formed fat. It feels so good, I moan. "Do you like me fat?"

"Oh yeah."

"Do you want me fatter?"

She bites my lip and grabs hold of my fat. Squeezing it, caressing it. I move my hand down to her clit, and start rubbing it to her tempo. She jiggles my fat, 'Oh god, you make me so wet," she whispers.

She mounts my hard cock, and we join. Between her ***, and my growing belly, it feels amazing. I squeeze her cheeks, lifting them up to let them flop down on my wiggling thighs. She grabs my love-handles, and pulls the fat onto her crotch. We rock back and forth, and the waves undulate and we both cry out in ecstasy.

Soon, I wear the blue dress up shirt, and pop all three lower buttons. My I am getting larger.

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I stopped eating so much, stopped paying attention. Figured, that was fun, but now is time.

Yet, the feelings, desires, still lingered. I became more public about my weight, eating more in front of others. Third helpings.

After weighing myself today, I'm now at 290lbs. I've gained 10 pounds not even trying. I run my hands up and down my expanding body, thinking how hot it would be to have someone like my girlfriend feed me. Make me fatter.

I want to be huge.