The Pill

Chapter 1

The pill lay there on the tablet. She looked at it and felt getting wet. She knew what that meant, just the pill there was a statement.

So he finally had acquired it, it was not a dream, not some fantasy. Could it be? Could it really be true?

She was not a thin woman anymore, she could not even pass for plump, she felt the distinct bulk of a fat gut rest on her thighs, and push against the fabric of her pants. Her belly had just a little hint of hanging and she knew where it was going. Ever since he told her that he dreamed of her being fatter as a woman, she had gained. First to please him, then because she loved to snack and then later out of pure lust. It was like the new fat cells were making her more orgasmic, like it was natural for a woman to fatten in a relationship, getting cozy in the love and care and then ballooning up.

But she knew that now things were changing, she felt strange and highly excited. Her pulse was fast and pushed. She was breathing hard, felt her body react. It knew, it was genetic,

She felt what any fat woman felt, the pull of the fat, the giving in. But this time that little thing there on the tablet would change her life. It supposedly worked well on a merely plump woman, (they said that it reacted stronger the fatter you were) but on her? She could feel the funny butterfly feeling inside her belly.

How this was the answer to all the overeating and gaining she had ever done.

The prayers she had sent out when she got so horny and had an orgasm from being fattened and feeling her bulk increase, and the fat move into her and make her balloon up.

She was scared and excited at the same time. She still could not believe it yet, but what she felt in her belly told her that this was really the real deal.

He knew that he was into fat magic, but well, that is not real. Had he purposefully told her about it, repeating fantasies about it during sex or during feeding?

To prepare her?

What would happen to her when she took that pill? Would she dare?

With shock she realized that it was more on the lines of “would she dare to resist?”

Could she resist?

Was it true that with every pound of fat that you grew with, it made you love it more and made you more and more hungry for it still? That it seduced you, took you?

He took her hand and moved her close to the pill and she could smell it. It was like her nose had gotten super sensitive and her hand went to her belly as she moaned as she felt her insides move and pulse from the smell. It spoke to the fat woman inside her, the pure fat, that was more and more of her being. The jiggle, the laziness, her sexuality, the pleasure of eating and overeating, the spirit of overdoing anything for fun and gratification.

And she could feel how that little thing on the tablet tempted her, had a magic spell over her, would activate the pure fattening in her, and having a hanging belly to her knee would be only the first stage, one that she would remember of being thin and mobile still.

Why resist? she heard inside her. Give in to it. Say yes. Why delay? Why postpone?

This voice spoke in the silky voice of the fat. That she would from now on have dreams every night, where she took the pill, where she felt the anticipation of really doing it. Of him tying her down and making her eat it, which scared her, but in reality she wanted it so much.

And these dreams would slowly soften her up, as she gained more, as her belly became jigglier and sagged, as she lost more and more firmness and her will was more and more bent through the ecstatic sex that seemed to get better and better.

He massaged her belly and held her, lovingly. She could smell also that he was super excited,

and could feel his erection next to her.

“This will be to good for you honey! It is what we always wanted.”

And she knew that he was right, that he had always dreamed about it, but she when she ate, especially overate she had been working towards it, without knowing.

She felt his warm hands massage her fat and felt so cared for, so loved and it was this that had fattened her up most of all: To be loved for becoming larger as a woman, to expand and to be fed by your lover and thriving, filling up with love and fat.

It was the most primal thing ever since men brought food home from the hunt and the most successful had the luxury to fatten up their wives, to give them a life insurance for hard winters and sickness, to show off to other couples how well he cared for her, how well he fed her.

She could feel how excited he was and how he was eying her belly, the fat, the breasts, and how he wanted her to grow, to fatten.

And with shock she realized that she had just had a huge meal before. Well, actually 3.

The had eaten like pigs today and well, she suddenly realized that this was fitting now, a fitting sequence of events.

She had been fattened the whole day long, well the whole week long and he was not satisfied with her gaining speed.

And she loved to push herself to eat more, to stretch her stomach. She had hatted that bloating feeling at the beginning, now it made her so horny and hot.

He picked up the pill and held it closer to her and she felt how her belly reacted, how her stomach suddenly pumped up, got really large and hard, and she got hornier than she had ever been. She moaned loud, feeling like she had just been penetrated after hours of foreplay.

Her mouth opened automatically, her tongue licked for the pill, while it was resting on his hand a little way off. She felt how her body wanted to jump forward and gobble the pill out of his hand. And she knew that it would ignite her like a slow going off fat bomb. She could feel that it would wreak havoc inside her belly, working with all the fat that was inside her large gut, digested and part of the body. She would inflate like a air mattress. Inside her belly, she could feel the slow contractions that felt like she had a fat pump deep inside her colon. It felt so hot, so erotic, so purely what all fat and fattening was about.