Chapter 7 - part 12 - weekend enlightenment

[NOTE: This episode takes place some months after breaking 300 lbs, when I was well on my way to almost 350 lbs.]

To get away for a long weekend, my wife booked a stay on Georgian Bay for us and three friends, who all happen to live around the same block. Rachel joined us, as well as Shaun and Neil, a gay couple who had become good friends, and who had been together almost as long as the wife and me.

The place we stayed at was basically a bunch of connected suites, three little cottages, each with their own kitchens and other facilities, but a shared pool. Beyond the pool was the beach on beautiful Georgian Bay. It was quite nice, we felt like we were vacationing together as a group, but we also had our own spaces to retire to when we felt the need.

On our first night there, once we'd settled in and the girls had gone for a swim in the lake, we all went out to a buffet for dinner. Now, all of the folks in our little group knew about the roles my wife and I had taken on - heck, Rachel was a semi-regular participant, and my wife had taken to calling her "the apprentice" when it came to feeding me. Shaun and Neil knew that my wife was a feeder and was fattening me up, but they didn't know too many details beyond that. My wife insisted we go to the buffet for our first meal together, she really wanted to put on a show for our friends. So we all sat together, and went our separate ways to fill our plates. Of course I, being the fat guy of the group, came back with the biggest plate. The girls came back with next to nothing on their plates, while Shaun had a "normal" serving, and Neil (who is kind of chubby) had a small amount of food, suggesting he didn't want to look like one of the fat guys.

The meal progressed normally, and we had a good time talking to one another. Because my wife had almost nothing to eat on her plate, she was the first one finished and she excused herself while the rest of us continued with our meals. She returned with a plate so completely piled-high with food that I was surprised she managed to get it to the table! I didn't have to ask, I knew it was for me, and I started in on it as soon as I was finished my first plate. As I mowed my way through the food, she returned with a third, and then a fourth plate. I kept eating, like a machine, while my wife delighted in the reactions of the others.

Rachel was used to this, of course. Shaun seemed very interested, and was encouraging me to continue, while Neil only seemed unable to believe the amount of consumption that was taking place in front of him. When I finally stalled and could eat no more, I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my stomach with both hands. Neil's reaction was, "Finally! I thought it would never end." Shaun asked, "Are you sure you can't fit a bit more in there?" and he patted my gut.

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet back at the room, everyone seemed a little tired and I was so full I just wanted to lay in bed.

The next day was filled with touristy things in the nearby town, dips in the pool and a trek to the beach close by. The water in Georgian Bay was really surprisingly cold considering how hot the weather had been, so swims were usually pretty brief. After a late lunch our band of vacationers split up, everyone going off to do something on their own. My wife and I returned to our room and had some intimate time together, then drifted off for an afternoon nap.

I woke some time later, alone in the bed. I pulled on some clothes and walked into the main room just as my wife was coming in the front door. She was bringing several large bags inside, placing them on a table and the floor just inside the doorway. She smiled at me.

"Hi honey, I'm glad you're awake. Take your clothes off."

Her request took me by surprise, but from the smirk on her face I could tell she's got something on her mind. So I did as she asks, and dropped my clothes right there in the living room. She led me into the bedroom, to the bed, and then kissed me passionately. She didn't take off any of her clothing, but clutched at my the pillows of flesh that form my moobs, squeezing my fat rolls, and workedher way down my body and under my belly's hanging flesh, finally reaching my hardening penis. After a few moments of such wonderful play, she seductively led me to sit at the top of the bed, position my legs so that they were spread out, my belly drooping between them and covering my manhood. I stayed motionless while she left the bed and walked over to a suitcase. After rummaging for only a moment, she held up two pairs of handcuffs. I could feel myself getting harder underneath the flesh of my belly.

She walked slowly to one side of the bed, and handcuffed one of my wrists to the headboard. She slowly strode around the bed to the other side, handcuffed the other wrist. She smiled and said, "Stay put, I'll be right back." I knew better than to question her, and I eagrely anticipated what would come next.


She returned to the room, still clothed, with one of the bags she'd brought back. She placed the bag on a table next to the bed, and from the bag prodcued a take-out container. She opened it, and the smell of lasagna that errupted from it made my mouth water.

"Okay baby, you're going to eat everything I feed you tonight," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I quietly replied, not really needing to respond at all.

She started to bring forkfuls of the delicious meal to my mouth, and I obediently chewed and swallowed. Although the serving wasn't small, it didn't take long for me to consume it all.

"Well done, my fat one," she sang in an encouraging tone.

She pulled out another similar container from the bag, this one with totellini alfredo. It was absolutely delicious, even better than the lasagna. As I gorged myself on it, swallowing rapidly, my wife smiled as she had to shovel the food into my mouth more quickly. Three quarters of the way through this tray, there was a knock at the door.

My wife placed the container down on the bed and got up. With my mouth full, and unable to talk, I could only grunt at her. I wanted her to ignore the door - sitting naked, my arms immobilized against the bed, I felt very vulnerable. I couldn't see the door, but could hear her open it. She was talking to someone, a woman from the sound of her voice. Then I heard footsteps returning to the bedroom. My heart raced as my wife reappeared in view.

"It was Rachel at the door. I've asked her if she wants to help," my wife announced, and Rachel stepped into view.

I could feel my face burn red with embarrassement - with naked body splayed out on the bed, with my big, flabby gut bulging out between my thighs. Rachel, clad in a one-piece bathing suit which hugged her rail-thin figure, looked a little surprised at the display, only for a split second, then smiled and gave a little wave. My wife pointed her toward one of the bags in the living room, and asked her to bring in the containers fried rice and mashed potato with gravy, and returned to the bed to feed me the rest of the tortellini.

Rachel, my wife and I had all seen each other without clothes on, so that wasn't what cause me to be embarrassed. It was how I was displayed there, unable to hide my naked fatness, and I was powerless as they "ganged up" on me. I felt a little humiliated, but also somewhat excited.

Rachel returned with two more containers of take-out food, and sat on the far side of the bed from my wife. "Looking good tonight, fat man," she said, and started to feed me, alternating with my wife until the tortellini was finished. While Rachel continued to feed me, my wife started to rub my belly with both hands, kneeding the soft flesh. I let out a small, invountary moan, which made both of the ladies grin and laugh.

"You're getting so deliciously big," my wife cooed.

"Yes, he's starting to look very round," Rachel added. "He looked like his swimsuit was going to burst off of him today."

My wife nodded in agreement. "Look how big this belly is growing," she said, shaking it from side to side slowly. "My tubby-wubby."

"I love his big, flabby man boobs," Rachel added, and laid down her fork so that she could palm my moob in her hand, giving it a squeeze before returning to stuffing me full of creamy, whipped potatos drenched in gravy.

"Oh yeah," my wife continued, and squeezed both moobs in her hands, kneading at them. "So round and fleshy, I love them too. I used to call him my fat little pig, but with udders like these, maybe he's really a cow?"

I could feel myself harden as they teased me, my cock trapped under the weight of my gut.

"You know his boobs are bigger than yours," Rachel said. "And you have beautiful, big tits."

My wife smiled and nodded in agreement. "I know, we measured - I'm still a D, and he was an maybe an E-cup. But he's gotten fatter since then, so he might even be an F-cup now." She gave one of them a slap and let my moobs drop and jiggle.