Bursting out of blush colored satin

chapter 1

Photo credit plus sized model @erikalipps



You open the bathroom door and see me lounging in the bath tub. At this point my belly pokes so far out of the water it looks like an island of fat. I still can't believe how big I've gotten. My belly has swelled so much under your care and attention. You spoil me constantly with the most delicious fattening foods, then when I'm so full it is almost uncomfortable you rub not just my belly, but give me a full body massage, savoring every new pound of fat you have added to my inflating body. I would have never thought in a million years I would be comfortable being the prized pig in the relationship! While my body is slowly and consistently becoming thicker, heavier, more jiggly, yours seems to be getting more muscular and fit, but it may just seem that way though as I get further and further from "your league". If you weren't an FA and feeder that is. Although a feeder, you are very gentle about it unless of course you can tell I want you to be more aggressive, even then you make me beg for it just to be sure. Then you will stuff me with cake, rub the cake and icing on my belly, poke me and ask me if I'm going to pop. Teasing me harshly for getting so big and fat, so lazy, letting you wait on me hand and foot, cooking cleaning, pampering me. Making sure I'm always full and fat and happy, well, fattening I guess is a better way to say it, every week you weigh and measure me. Pinch the fat on my belly, hips, thighs, bra fat area, ass. There is no use in using the calipers, my rolls have grown way too thick.


I can't believe how much I'm enjoying it! I mean I guess it does sound like heaven, but look at me! I'm round! I'm blowing up by the day, I swear! You have to buy me new clothes all the time, but you always make sure they are just tight enough to show exactly how blubbery I am, how packed with cellulite everything is, especially my thighs and ass. You love the physical contrast between your ultra fit and toned body and my obese body , and you really love the looks we get, everyone wondering how a fit handsome guy like you would go for a very beautiful but shamefully fat hog like me. I find I get very excited too, by all of the jealous stares. Some restaurants we go to they know you and know your preferences so they will pat and poke my belly through whatever tight fabric is straining to contain not only my past gluttony but my all the food I'm stuffing myself with at dinner. Sometimes I fear I will pop a button, a seam, break a zipper, or maybe even the fabric it's self would just tear to shreds! It hasn't happened yet though.