Chapter 1 - Fed

I started dating John after college. I was 5'5 120 lbs. with blonde hair, toned legs, tight abs, perky tits and a cute little butt. John was a rich 35 year old businessman with more money than he knew what to do with. I figured I was going to be his trophy. I had no clue what kind of trophy he had in mind. In hindsight, maybe I should have though. When I stalked his facebook I had noticed that all of the girls he'd dated before had started as perfect little hotties and ended up varying degrees of plump when they disappeared from his pics. Anyway, hindsight is 20/20.

Right away I fell in love with how John liked to pamper me. He'd take me out to the most expensive restaurants and let me order whatever I wanted. Wagyu beef? Yes please! Then, in the morning before he left for work, he'd bring me bagels and a breakfast sandwich from the coffee shop next door because he wasn't sure which I'd be in the mood for. Still, since I didn't have a job yet I had endless hours to exercise, so I kept my form but I was bored to tears. After a few months of dating and listening to me complaining about boredom, John got me a job as the receptionist on the bottom floor of his building.

With my new job, I didn't have 2 hours a day to exercise now, so I started to put on a little weight. Nothing crazy. Maybe 10 lbs in the first 3 months mostly in my ass and tits. I tried to hide it, but John noticed. He told me I was getting thick and sexy AF. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Sexy was good, but I knew that "getting thick," meant getting fatter. I'd never put on weight before. In the moment, the idea horrified me; but, right after he said that, we had the wildest sex ever. I started to think, maybe just a little thick was okay. Especially if John liked it. No way was I going to get any fatter though. I had no idea what he had in store for me.

I literally could not say no to John's pampering. When he brought me breakfast, I ate it. When he dropped of lunch at my desk it was always from the best delis or pizzarias, so how could I say no? An 5 star dinners? I had to. My resolve to stay slim was more of just a hope.

After 8 months on the job I weighed 160 lbs! I'd put on 40 lbs dating John! My boobs we're getting huge, my thighs we're thick and my ass was juicy. Honestly, besides the my belly starting to get a little softer, I put on weight in all the right places, so I still looked good. I hated that I'd gotten fatter though. No way was I going to let it go any farther. Then John would come back and hand me pizza and say "to put some junk in the trunk." He was literally telling me he was fattening me up, but I didn't get it. I thought he was joking. Later, we'd go out to dinner, and it always seemed that the more I ate, the better the sex would be. I think he was conditioning me to eat more. Whatever he was doing, he was making me fat.

A few months later I moved in with him. By then I already weighed 200 lbs. My fat ass jutted out behind me above my thick fat thighs and when sat, double Ds rested on my thick belly. Still, I didn't think of myself as fat yet. I thought of myself as thick as fuck, but that was about to change. When I moved in, John started to make me ice cream Sundays at night and he'd only fuck me after I finished it all. If I tried to control myself, he'd tell me "big thick girls like you need to eat well" and feed me whatever was left. At this point I realized that he wasn't joking when he said stuff like that. He was fattening me up. I tried to stop it. I tried to control my self. But I couldn't. I was powerless. He was so hot. The sex was so good. I was so hungry. And he was always pushing my buttons with food and sex.

Four months after moving in, John had fattened me up to 260. I felt like a whale. I could feel his overfeeding's layering onto my body one after another. The worst part, was I'd try to control myself when he wasn't around but sometimes I couldn't and I'd overfeed myself. Whenever he'd catch me stuffing myself he'd just smile and tell me "fatties gotta eat." Then he'd come feed me the rest and we'd have the insane sex. When he fucked me I could feel my thick soft body shaking as his firm muscled form pressed into my soft belly and fat thighs. It felt so good. I knew he loved my big fat body, but a part of me I resented that I'd let him plump me up so easily. I told John I was going to lose it. He laughed and told me he was going to fatten me up like a pig. That was six months ago.

Despite my efforts, John kept true to his word. Today I weigh 350 lbs. My calves have grown fat and thighs are huge ham hocks. My huge ass sticks out way behind me like 2 fat beach balls. My tits are enormously fattened and rest on my belly. My belly is still surprisingly small given the rest of me, but even it has grown fat and heavy. My arms are soft pillows now and even my forearms are fat now. I've given up. I know John loves that I'm a porker. I don't know how big he's going to make me, but it doesn't matter. I'm not the one in control anyway. Besides, for the sex, it's worth it.