Chapter 1 - "let's get fat together"

Her words echoed in my ears like the lyrics to a song I’d heard a million times in my mind, yet they never sounded so sweet as when sung from her luscious lips. She came closer, straddling my body as I sat helplessly on the sofa, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing hard against me with her weight. Whispering in my ear, she said it again:

“Let’s get fat together.”

Gayle was hefty girl when I met her, and in the year and a half or so that we’d been dating she probably put on about thirty pounds. That tends to happen to the women I date. It’s not entirely intentional, but it’s not exactly an accident either.

“I see those girls you look at,” she cooed. Her breath was hot on my neck as she spoke softly in my ear, her lips lapping against my flesh. “On line, in those videos, and in the magazines. I know what you like.”

I’d never been shy or coy about it, with her or with anyone: I’m a feeder, I like my women big. I love to eat, and I love to watch other people eat. It’s something I’ve known about myself all my life, it’s never going to change.

“Some of those girls are absolutely huge,” she said, pulling herself back and tightening her grip around my waist with her meaty thighs, looking down at the expanse of her own flab before us both. “Can you imagine what it would be like to be over five or six hundred pounds?”

“That would be amazing,” I said. I’ve always been interested in watching the weight gain progression of my partners more than my own weight. In recent years however I have found that I’ve been putting on a little more poundage; I have to say I don’t mind it at all.

“I know you like it,” she said, her head leaning back, shaking her sandy locks as she placed both hands on top of her pale-white tummy. “I know what you like - and I like it too.”

“Do you?”

“I really do,” she said, as she leaned into me again, wrapping her arms around me and smothering me in her cleavage. She had been wearing nothing but her bra and panties all morning, as we had slept in quite late on this lazy Saturday. Her body was thick and chunky, but still quite curvy. I absolutely adored her just as she was, but the thought of seeing her get even bigger was not without its appeal.

“I love the idea of intentionally gaining,” she said, “of purposely overeating and making myself get bigger and bigger. I love the thought of just laying around, being all fat and lazy, stuffing my face like there’s no tomorrow and watching my belly grow right in front of my eyes.”

Feeling myself getting turned on by her words, my hands ran up and grabbed hold of her love handles hanging over the top of her skin-tight panties, then down to her gigantic ass hanging over the edge of my knees. She was wriggling and jiggling all over the place - it was beautiful.

“You know,” she said, pulling back again to look me in my eyes, her face so close to mine our noses were touching, “you may have noticed that I really love to eat.”

“Hmm,” I said playfully, “I might have noticed that. Just a bit.”

“I can’t help it,” she said, exhaling as though she’d been holding her breath forever. “I just can’t get enough! I love to be fed and I love to be full. I’ve been holding back for years, trying to deny my true desires; depriving myself the joys of overindulging. Now that I’m with you, I know I can be my true self. I know that I can eat and eat to my heart’s content!”

She leaned in again and put her lips up to my ear and said, “I’m just a big fat, gluttonous pig,” and she made a swine-like grunting sound.

She really knows how to get me going.

“I want to do this,” she said, sitting up straight again, looking me dead in my eye. “I want to do this for you. I want to get so fat for you!”

“Oh yeah, baby! That’s what I like to hear.”

“But — “

“But?”

“Yes. But — “

She sat upright again and looked me in my eyes, our noses touching, our faces so close that their from her nose was like a hot wind from an August hurricane against my flesh.

“I want you to do it with me, and I want you to get just as fat as I do — maybe even fatter!”

“You want me to be the fattest?” I asked “Fatter than you?” It sounded kind of funny. Obviously I wasn’t exactly skinny, but compared to my plump voluptuous girlfriend I was downright svelte.

“That’s right,” she said, poking me in my ribs. “I want to be huge, but I want to stand next to you and pale in your shadow. I want you to be my big fat daddy-man and I’ll be your plump little butterball.”

“I guess I wouldn’t mind that,” I said to her. The idea of making myself obese to the point of being fatter than my already rather obese girlfriend was actually pretty hot. I started thinking about how much I would need to eat, how many calories I’d have to consume to put on that much weight. As fun as it sounded, it was a bit overwhelming.

“There’s something I’ve never told you,” she said. From the look on her face I could see that she was being very serious. “I am actually the heiress to a great fortune. My great uncle was a wealthy industrialist who had no children of his own, so when he passed away he left all of his money to me.”

You could have punched me dead in my face at that moment and it wouldn’t have phased me in the least; I was in a state of complete shock over what I was hearing.

“What — what are you saying?” I finally managed to mutter.

“I’m saying that you’re looking at a rich bitch!” she said, as she began to rub herself against my leg vigorously. “I didn’t want to say anything about it before because I had to know that I could trust you.”

“And so you trust me?” I asked, at a loss for what else to say.

“I really do,” she said, looking me in my eyes as she continued to grind. “I really feel like you understand me; I feel like you get me more than any other guy I’ve ever known. That’s why I want us to do this together. I want us to use my uncle’s money to get fat.”

“How much money are we talking about here?” I asked. It seemed like a reasonable question.

“Let me put it to you this way,” she said, “if you want to do this with me, then you’ll never have to worry about money again in your life. You’ll never have to work or do anything you don’t want to do. We can both completely devote ourselves to a life of laziness and gluttony!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This had to be a dream, it couldn’t be real! This is the kind of thing I would fantasize about when I was alone at night, lost in the throes of my own passion and lust, my imagination running wild with my innermost desires. Having access to a vast fortune, never having to work and having an unlimited supply of ultra-fattening food with a woman who loved the idea of purposely getting fat as much as I do — it’s like I had died and gone to heaven.

“We will hire an army of the best chefs in the world to work in shifts, preparing huge meals for us night and day. We will have a staff of servants who will do everything for us. They’ll bathe us and dress us, and of course bring us a steady stream of food. We’ll have a special bed made the size of ten king-size beds, made with solid steel reinforcements and hydraulics to help lift us up when we need to go to the bathroom or when we want to have sex.”

“You’ve really thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” I asked, the erection in my jeans feeling like it would burst under the friction of her rubbing thighs.

“We’ll stuff ourselves until we’re too fat to move, and when we get too big to continue feeding ourselves we will have the servants feed us by hand. They’ll clean our bedpans and wipe our asses for us, all the while we’ll still be getting stuffed and fattened up. We’ll make absolute hogs of ourselves until we’re the size of mountains — and when we’ve grown too fat to move at all and we’re unable to have sex with each other, we’ll hire prostitutes to root down under our mounds of flabby flesh and get us off.”

“Oh, Gayle!” I cried out in excitement, the sensation between my legs growing evermore intense. “You driving me absolutely wild right now! This is all of my wildest and hottest fantasies rolled into one. I can’t even believe that this is real — when can we get started?”

“We can get started,” she said, “immediately after you finishing taking me back into that bed and ravishing me with that monster you’ve got in your pocket.”

Gayle and I went back into the bedroom and made love the rest of the afternoon. She had gotten me so hot and turned on that I couldn’t get enough! When we’d finally exhausted one another, we lay there in bed for the rest of the day, holding one another and sharing our thoughts, our fantasies, and our deepest desires.