Chapter 19 - the ultimate dream

A year after the restaurant opened I noticed a very fat woman sitting at a table full of food.

Her hair was blonde and perfect, and she looked like Natalie, except that her face was so plump and she had a triple chin.

"Natalie?" I asked, shocked.

"Hi Sophia," she said.

Her stomach rested on her lap, huge and soft. Her belly peaked through the bottom of her fashionable patterned shirt. She must have put on at least 100 pound since I last saw her, and likely much more than that.

"You look great, Natalie. Stunning," I said.

"Thanks," she said, finishing a bite of food and belching loudly.

"I love my new tummy," she said and rubbed it seductively. "I've taken after you recently, and started eating as much as I want. Which has been a ton. I feel like a bottomless pit these days."

"Well it shows. You look really fat," I said. "And it looks great on you."

"Sophia, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I really need to show you something," she said. "Come with me."

She got up and led me into the back of the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

She said nothing and moved boxes around in the back freezer. She revealed a door that was disguised into the wall and opened it.

"Are you kidding, Natalie. What is this? They told me that door was cemented in."

"Frank had a special basement built when the place was under construction," she said.

"Why didn't I know about this? I told you both I'm tired of the lies."

"Don't worry. There are no more tricks."

She led me down into the basement. There was a huge bed next to another room that looked like a bathroom. There was a full kitchen with four large fridges. Above the bed was a digital display reading 0000 lbs. There was a flat screen TV on the wall across from the bed. It was hooked up to a full entertainment center. The décor was elegant with expensive Turkish rugs and soft lighting.

Frank was smiling in the middle of the room.

"Sophia, everything you said was right. It shook me to the core," he said before I managed to lug my huge gut down all the stairs, my breathing heavy.

"Frank, you don't owe me any explanations," I said, winded. "But what are you doing here?"

"I do owe you an explanation. You were right about me. I've done so well in business by being calculating. By being one step ahead of my competitors and anticipating all their moves until they fall into my hands. I make people do things and have them believe it was their idea. But that's no way to treat the people I care about. And I care about you. We both do."

He came up to the stairs and stroked my hair, touching my face. I couldn't help but smile.

"So no more lies. Let's be honest. You can see that Natalie has put on quite a bit of weight. I tell her each day how much I like it, how it turns me on. But we both agree there's something missing. She may want to get a bit fatter, but she's not as pure of a feedee as you are. We want to start over. I made this place so that you can get as fat as you want. I have everything taken care of. If mobility becomes an issue we hired a team of strong young men to help lift you and scrub you clean. We hired a top physical therapist to help massage and work your legs so the muscles will still be strong and you won't get swelling. The choice is yours, but we're being honest with you that we want to feed you more. No games, just love between us three of us. We both want to make love to you in the open as you grow. No hiding it. We'd like you to be an official part of our relationship, so that we'll all be together."

I considered the offer and felt dissociated from myself, like some critical turning point had come. Some edge of a cliff, or a border of no return. I was scared that if I took even one more step down the stairs my will would break.

I saw the future fork into two separate paths. And if I didn't leave in that instant, I knew I would be taking a definitive step down the path that lead to my ultimate dream.

I could almost see and feel that future, my belly so large and weighing me down so much that I couldn't walk. I saw it spill over the side of the bed, so big and so soft. I envisioned Frank's proposal and could feel the hands of many strong men on me as they struggled to lift my belly and began to scrub and clean all my massive folds. I could see how embarrassed they were to be involved in such a strange ordeal. I could hear them muttering under their breath about how heavy I was. I could hear them complain that it grew harder to lift and turn and clean me with each visit, as I grew fatter and fatter. I knew that, if I started, I would not be able to stop. I would eat and stuff myself as much as I possibly could each day. I would try and struggle and yearn to make the scale jump up, pound by pound.

I would grow myself until I was some pinnacle of human achievement. I would ignore the risks, just like others who achieved great things. Men had risked disease and storms to cross the sea into unknown new lands. Men had risked hypothermia and altitude poisoning to scale Mount Everest. I knew that I would push on until I tested the limits of the human body and grew my fat until it spilled over the bed, and my face was swollen, and my quadruple chin was engorged with fat that drooped off my face onto my chest. My breasts would become so inflated that they sagged off the sides of my belly. My legs would fatten until they became useless because I could not walk. Just eat and eat and eat until my fattening was complete and I became who I truly was - a massive blob of lard.

My ultimate dream.

I knew that I had to leave right that instant, or the momentum towards my fantasy would be too great.

I began to walk back up the stairs and I said, "I'm sorry. I must go. I wish you both the best. I have a restaurant to run."

Natalie looked disappointed and said, "OK, sweetie. You can go. But can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can I feed you through the tube just one more time for old-times' sake? Just to say goodbye?"

I was torn and told myself no; to leave. But then I felt my legs carry me and plop me down onto the bed. I felt my hands reach to my belly in anticipation of it filling up. I felt them sink down into my soft massive flesh.

I saw the excitement alive in Natalie's eyes as she filled the funnel up and placed the tube in my mouth. I put my lips around it and felt my heart race.

Mr. Alvarez smiled at me from the corner of the room.

I felt the thick substance rush into my mouth. I chugged it as quickly as I could. I kept drinking until my stomach felt tight, and I continued past when my body screamed at me to stop, tingles moving up and down my spine in amazement of how right it felt.