Chapter 1

c Oct2017
Most recent edit, addition, update, or rewrite:
Significant: Nov2019

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This piece should be described by its title…

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Started this a couple years ago, can’t remember where it was heading. Stumbled across it a few days ago on an old email draft, and started writing on, not expecting anything specific, kind of just a warm up for some other stuff I’m working on. An hour later, I had basically free-writ the whole of what you see here. So to recap, not sure what this was originally supposed to be, though I think it was going to be some fun mild honeymoon weight gain. Not to get meta, but seems that’s always how it starts…

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WARNING: You probably don’t want to view this. It probably contains intense FAT fiction and FEEDERISM themes, it may contain BDSM themes, and it is likely overtly SEXUAL to boot! If you don’t like this stuff, or don’t know what I am talking about, then (again): You probably don’t want to view this!

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CONTINUANCE: I almost never finish anything, so if anything here peaks your interest, feel free to adopt and cite for expansions, reinterpretations, rewrites, borrows, parodies, or whatever you like; I’d be thrilled and honored for any of this have such a fate. Just let me know where you post so I can view it too! I’d love to see what you come up with. XD

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Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated!

Enjoy at your own risk! 0.o ;p XD lol



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Getting Chubby on Your Honeymoon



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“So... you’re really into women getting fat?” she asked as she looked at herself in the mirror, questioningly.

“Haha, well, yes and no, of course. Everything in life has trade-offs, sure. Having your partner become so fat as to become even immobile, unable to fully participate in a normal life,” she tingled a little at those words, at the novelty, the newness of them, or… “or having to deal with a dozen other issues… is crazy…”

She bit the inside of her lip, trying to suss that—and herself—out. Her fingers danced around her slim waist, her shapely hips, her thighs, just barely touching, thinking with her body.

“But…” he paused a little long and sheepishly and shyly on this, “getting chubby over your honeymoon is…”

She bites her lip and smirks, turning to him, “actually… kind of… super-hot…” she finishes…

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For this they starve her before the wedding, both to accentuate her thinness (because she wants to be a thin bride… and for fun), and secretly to help stimulate her development afterward.

Over the following four months she drops astoundingly from a soft 135 to a slight 112. She’d hoped to hit 104, her weight in high school, had dreamed of it really, but in the last weeks her mischievous husband had taken to bringing chocolate and pastries home and moaning over one as he ate it in front of her teasingly, then put them away “for later”. She’d held out when they weren’t in the house, especially with the sexy games they’d been playing about food, like teasing her with it as he made love to her, running chocolate-covered strawberries across her lips and talking about how soon she’d be able to eat them all and more, and how they’d make her oh so softly fat. He’d always disposed of them immediately afterward. But with these calories in the cupboards and fridge, just waiting, she found herself starting to taste, then even to snack, in the middle of the night when she got up to “get water”.

And so, though her body leaned achingly out and her thigh gap reached more than half an inch, that "4" would remain forever out of sight, and her low of 109 was regressed to 122, yoyoed back and forth for more than a month and a half, before finally ending up at 112 on the night before the wedding due primarily to a last ditch determination on her part, and a near-starving of her—knowing well what was to come immediately after—on his.

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The wedding itself was blur, thankfully recorded on a dozen cameras and phones. Of the dozens of important moments, three stood above the rest: the kiss, the dance, and her husband feeding her her first bite of cake in months, in front of family and friends. (They had no inkling the perverted things it really meant). The first of many, she’d thought, and it had made her wet just sitting there. She’d discovered, over the last few weeks, that she was every bit as into becoming chubby over her honeymoon as he was. Letting her husband feed and fatten her over their vacation, coming back soft and round and extremely well-loved and well-fed…

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