Chapter 1?

*This story contains female weight gain, stuffing, some feederism elements, and probably some turkey gobbles or something.*

 It’s pretty difficult staying this fit and trim when you came from a home and family full of obesity. Ranging from those being just a little plump, often distant relatives, to the barely mobile like her parents. Every single adult in this family go from slightly chubby, thanks to always being well fed as you may imagine, to packing on the pounds from their 18th birthday and on.

Her parents were absolutely the worst of the enablers, too, or so Alex Eatsmore thought so. Despite being a college graduate and working a full time and, if she’d say so herself, a pretty respectable job at that, her parents would always fret over her. Not even in the annoying ways most parents would either, even when she moved into the dorms for college.

Are you eating enough?

You’re not exercising too much, are you? Can’t have my daughter wasting away.

You know guys like the bigger ladies, right? Make sure you eat seconds so you get those plush curves. The bigger the better, you know!

Ugh! Just thinking about it makes Alex seethe. Which wasn’t helping her at the moment either, some few heads turning in her direction as her typing would get louder and louder. What she had hoped would distract her on the train ride home, by working on a project for work, has instead only served to let her thoughts drift to her childhood.

“Ugh!” her laptop slams closed, her audible frustration drawing a couple gasps and murmurs. Alex ignores them, instead crossing her arms on the table and slumping forward onto them for the rest of the ride back home. 

Damn holidays.

“Oh my god, Alexandra!” the front door to her childhood home swings open, her mom already gushing before it even opened, “Welcome home, sweetheart!”

Before Alex can say another word, the 650 lbs matron of the family pulls her only daughter deep into a deep hug, nestling her between her huge breasts and squished tightly against an equally impressive fat apron of a belly. Suddenly flustered, Alex weakly hugs back, before pulling herself out from being squished into so much blubber.

“H-hi, mom,” she says, cheeks burning red. Flashes of her 18th birthday flash through her mind, of the massive feast of chicken and pork, mashed potatoes (with and without gravy), mac and cheese, alfredo pasta, and of course the corn and green beans all smothered with butter. An appetite stimulant being slipped into her food that morning during breakfast later finding Alex so incredibly hungry she would devour anything put in front of her, and her enabling parents, became a recipe for the disaster. At least for Alex. As lunch time came, the 18 year old would find she could not stop herself, even if she wanted to, from ravenously consuming the food put before her. Her mother, then only 500 lbs, gushing with pride as she’d watch her daughter gobble her cooking, each mouthful of food plumping her up more and more.

The evening ending with a then-350-pound Alex, having put on over 200 pounds of flab that day, rubbing her swollen and finally stuffed gut. Her clothes all but destroyed, leaving only the seat of her pants and chest miraculously still covered, if only barely so. She’d never felt so humiliated, and while it took her until moving into college to lose the weight, it didn’t help she ballooned another 50 pounds that summer all thanks to her parents’ feeding habits.

Holidays, as you might have guessed, were a challenge. But now here she is, her mother even fatter than when she left home, Alex herself back to a slim 125 lbs at 26, visiting family again for the first time in a few years. The tell-tale aroma of her mother’s cooking wafting past the corpulent matron, immediately catching her off guard.

“Oh my~” Alex’s eyes glaze over for a moment, memories of just how delicious her mother’s cooking truly is flooding her mind and overriding the very learned and ingrained aversion to the possibility of gaining weight while visiting. Whether or not Alex realizes this yet…

“Now get on in here, baby, let’s get you out of the cold,” her mother says, gently pulling her dazed daughter inside, closing the door behind them.

“I'm surprised you showed up so soon, not everyone is supposed to be here until three o'clock, and it's only 12:30,” Mrs. Eatsmore starts saying, Alex absentmindedly nodding as mental images of hot delicious food dominate her thoughts. The reminder of the strange comfort from food settling in her stomach when she’d stuff herself, enjoying the warm tingly sensation as her skin stretches over her fattening body… only for the shame to sink in moments later when it was all over.

Alex blinks, looking around as she finds herself sat down in the dining room, the table before her stacked with food and her mom bringing out more.

“Wait, what’s going on? I thought we started at 2,” Alex asks, confused, the various aromas of the freshly cooked – likely highly fattening – foods make already wafting over and making her stomach growl.

“Oh, you remember I always get ahead of myself,” her mom chuckles, setting a plate and a set of utensils before her daughter, “I always somehow make so much food before our guests arrived. Not that any of you complained,” she finishes with a wink before heading back into the kitchen.

Her stomach grumbles again as she takes in the full spread before her. Over two hours before anyone else is supposed to arrive, and of course she had to overshoot how long the train ride would take. Now, and to absolutely no surprise, her mother got excited and made too much food too early. A full rotisserie chicken, glazed ham, noodles in either a red or white sauce, mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing, corn, sweet corn, green bean casserole, various cookies and cakes, too!

As Alex rubs her flat and empty grumbling stomach, she couldn’t help but regret not having gotten a bite this morning before leaving the house. Flashes of her childhood crossing her mind, eating heartily. Watching in awe as there was the occasional adult who’d eat so much, she could watch them get fatter. Enjoying her own all day binge when she turned 18, only for her to remember what it was like going to school and her family being mocked, making her feel shame.

Normally, this would be enough to shame her into stopping. Eating maybe a little bit and hating herself for wanting more. Instead, her hunger decided to driver her next actions entirely, and without immediate guilt, as she starts to pile on food to her plate, ripping off a chicken leg with some extra meat coming with and starts to chow down.

“Oh my god!” Alex almost shouts with a full mouth, the flavors of every bite almost overloading her taste buds. It’s almost addicting how good it tastes, memories of her youth come flooding back. The nostalgia and memories of such delicious food filling her with every meal, the wonderful tingling sensation as she’d grow fatter, all at the front of her mind with each swallow.

First plate is soon cleared, and her second plate is piled with even more food. It has been so long since she’s stuffed herself silly, she can hardly resist moaning as her stomach fills and stretches with so much food. One hand reaching down and rubbing her tight rounded stomach, feeling it expand with every swallow feels so good, she just has to have more. Now her third plate, pasta and meat galore threatening to spill over, if not for a determined and suddenly desperate Alex scarfing it down.

As she continues to stuff herself with more of her mother’s delicious cooking, a familiar warmth and tingling begins to grow from her tight swelling belly. A very familiar sensation, a pleasurable and welcome one too, it starts to spread to her breasts, thighs and butt, her back, arms, and even to her face. Another moan of welcome pleasure, as she slowly begins to soften all over. Every bite adding to her body, swelling a little softer, a little bigger.

More.

How she didn’t notice is a wonder, as every bite of fattening delicious food pushing past her lips continues to make her chubbier and fatter. Her clothes tighten, the belt digging into her hips, her belly long pushing her shirt out and now softening as fat fills it out and it crawls further down her legs. Her bra and arm sleeves pulling tighter and tighter, especially strained by her growing breasts…



Only when her clothes began to tear did Alex stop, swallowing a mouthful of mashed potatoes and wiping her face of food debris around her lips and chin. She looks down at herself, easily 50 lbs fatter than when she arrived, eyes going wide.

“What the f—”

--To be continued?--