My big fat hypnotized wedding

Chapter 1: A Genius Plan

Cynthia was totally head-over-heels in love with Janie. After what felt like a lifetime of trying to find the right girl, she finally lucked out when she met her on an online BBW forum, where Janie had been trying to find “thinspiration” to lose weight. She was 5’3” and 250 lbs, and completely unsatisfied with her looks because of it. Cynthia never understood why; Janie was a fucking knockout, with silky blonde hair, big blue eyes, pouty lips like a babydoll, and massive F-cup tits that spilled over all her tops. Plus, she held all her fat in a perfect hourglass shape, since her big belly only expanded as it fell lower on her hips, leaving her with a tiny waist right under her huge breasts. To Cynthia, she had the perfect body, but Janie was never satisfied. She tried everything to lose weight – diet, exercise, eventually starving herself by cutting down to just 1 meal per day, but nothing seemed to work well enough. She had hypothyroid, which slowed her metabolism to a crawl and made it so that just one big meal would stick to her chubby body like superglue.

Cynthia, of course, loved it. She’d had a feederism fetish since she was a teenager, and she’d always gone after bigger girls. She was tall and chubby herself, but her weight mainly settled in her hips and ass. Even her tits were just average sized, so she found massive boobs to be just about the sexiest thing in the world. Nothing was sexier than a huge, bloated belly, though. She often looked up porn of pregnant women, because the sight of a comically distended, perfectly round belly resting atop a bare, spread pussy got her soaking wet every time.

Janie was basically her dream girl, but the problem was that she hated the way she looked so much that Cynthia never felt comfortable being open about her fetish. All she wanted to do was feed Janie until she was moaning and dazed and totally immobile, then dive between her legs and eat her out until she came so hard the bed shook from the burden of her massive weight. But she knew the second she told Janie what she really wanted, she would be so weirded out that she’d leave her.

There were a few times when Janie really let herself go, though. Usually it would be on vacation; she’d allow herself a “cheat week” and really go all-out, overeating rich, fattening foods at buffets with reckless abandon and chugging sugary cocktails loaded with alcohol until she was so stuffed and ***d that she couldn’t get up from the dinner table without help. After crazy binges like that, their sex was always wild and insane, totally animalistic, and Cynthia noticed that Janie could come five or even six times in a row when she was stuffed to immobility, instead of her usual one or two. Clearly, on some level, Janie loved being a gluttonous piggy just as much as Cynthia loved watching her play the role… she just couldn’t seem to admit it to herself. Clearly, she needed something to totally push her over the edge into full hedonistic abandon…

…and when Cynthia got the wedding invitation from her best friend in the mail, she suddenly realized now was her chance.

Dorothea and Michael had been boyfriend and girlfriend since they met at the junior high school they’d attended with Cynthia and a bunch of their other friends who they still kept in touch with today. Michael was Cynthia’s best friend in the whole world; they’d known each other since kindergarten and had stuck by each other through good times and bad – including all of Cynthia’s failed relationships. Michael knew all about Cynthia’s preferences for big girls and her feederism fetish, and even though he didn’t totally “get it,” he was supportive and always trying to fix her up with the big girls he met at his job – he was a fashion photographer for a super high-end plus-size fashion retailer. It was a great job with tons of perks; he’d been able to hook Cynthia up with all kinds of sexy dresses and lingerie at a hefty discount that she could shower her girlfriends with over the years. No one had received more presents than Janie, but they were usually “too tight,” “too revealing,” or just “wouldn’t look good on someone as fat as her,” according to Janie, so they sat at the back of the closet unworn. It was endlessly frustrating, and Cynthia was always lamenting to Michael about how desperate she was to help Janie come out of her shell and realize what a knockout she was. They had a loving and trusting relationship, but Cynthia knew that if Janie could just find her own self-confidence about her body, they could finally have the amazing sex life they deserved.

When Cynthia got the wedding invitation in the mail, she called Michael to congratulate him on setting the date. He had proposed a year prior, but Dorothea was a district attorney who was constantly busy with work, and she had been making so many wedding plans and changing her mind about all of them that it had taken them forever to finally decide what they wanted to do. They’d ended up deciding on a destination wedding cruise to Aruba. It would be a whole week of partying, dancing, playing crazy games, doing karaoke, getting so drunk no one remembered their names… and, of course, an endless all-day, all-night buffet.

“I’m so glad she picked the cruise,” Cynthia said into her Bluetooth as she drove home from the gym. She was a big workout nut, not because she wanted to keep weight off but because she wanted to put weight on. Cynthia always loved the idea of being buff enough to lift her wife right over her head, and that’s the body she was working on sculpting. “It’s gonna be so much fucking fun, dude. I can’t wait to get on the dance floor with Janie. I really hope I can get her to wear some of the short dresses you sent me for her. Her thighs are so fucking hot.”

“Did you see the part about the endless buffet?” Michael asked excitedly. “I pushed for that specifically for you. Dottie wondered why we needed it to be open all night, and I made up some crap about drunk people needing to eat fries at 3 AM, but really, it was for you guys. I figured Janie would be less embarrassed about pigging out if she could do it in the middle of the night with no one watching.”

“Dude, you have no idea how fucking awesome you are,” Cynthia replied with a grin. “Honestly, that was so fucking genius. She’s going to stuff her face so hard. Too bad she thinks she has to hide it. I wish I could get her to eat all fucking day long, but I know she’s gonna starve all day so no one thinks she’s a ‘fatty’.” Cynthia rolled her eyes. “I swear, sometimes I just wanna like, hire someone to pretend to do a home invasion and tie her up, then force me to feed her at fake gunpoint, so she could see how fucking hot it is and let me do it all the time.”

“You know,” Michael replied. “That’s, like, not actually a terrible idea. I mean, I wouldn’t recommend doing it at gunpoint – even if it is fake – but have you ever thought about getting a third person involved?”

“Like, in the relationship?” Cynthia asked, making a face. “I dunno, man. I’m pretty fucking into her. I might get wicked jealous if some other chick was involved.”

“Not a chick,” Michael replied. “A guy. You don’t like guys, right?”

Cynthia fake-vomited. “Like, with a penis? Hell fucking no! Gross. No offense.”

Michael laughed. “None taken. What about Janie, though? Isn’t she bi?”

“Sort of,” Cynthia replied. “She’s bisexual, homoromantic. That means she’ll fuck a guy, but she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with one. Basically, she likes dick, but she’d never marry one.”

Michael laughed again. “Sweet. I know a lot of guys out there who are looking for that exact arrangement.”

Now it was Cynthia’s turn to laugh. “Based,” she said, and then asked, “So, like, what’s your point here? You think a guy could get her to be his feedee before I could? That’s harsh, man. Full offense taken.”

“No, no way!” Michael exclaimed. “I know you got the skills. Trust me, it’s not a reflection on you. It’s just sometimes, people need a push from someone who doesn’t know them that well. And I happen to know this dude from work – you remember Jay, right?”

“Jay the psychiatrist?” Cynthia asked. “Okay, now I’m legit confused. What the fuck does he have to do with anything?”

“He’s a hypnotist, that’s what the fuck he has to do with it,” Michael replied, mocking her tone. “He can put people in a trance and make them hate the taste of cigarettes, so they can stop smoking. People pay him big money for it. But he’s gonna be my best man—”

“—which I am still pissed off about, by the way.”

“Look, I already said I’m sorry about that. Dottie’s maid of honor is her Aunt Susan, and she’s a huge homophobe. I figured it would be uncomfortable for you if you had to listen to her Bible-thump at you the entire ceremony. Plus, wouldn’t the first dance be awkward as fuck?”

“Or funny as fuck,” Cynthia laughed. She didn’t give a fuck if people hated her for being gay; she just thought, Your loss, pussy is awesome, and moved on.

“Fair point,” Michael replied. “Anyway, do you wanna hear my evil plan or not?”

“Always,” Cynthia replied. “Do go on.”

“So, I figured as an apology present for not making you part of the wedding party, I could buy you seven daily sessions with the guy,” Michael continued. “This way, every day you’re on the boat, he can snap his fingers and wave his pocket watch or whatever and make Janie LOVE the idea of pigging out in front of the whole wedding party. Shit, he could probably make her want to wear all those sexy outfits I gave you, too. If you asked him, he could probably influence her to do anything you wanted. The guy’s a pro in his field. He’s treated celebrities, even. He super knows what he’s doing.”

“Holy shit,” Cynthia replied, totally in awe. “Mikey, you’re a fucking genius.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that in one phone call,” Michael replied. “I’m kind of starting to believe you. Maybe I should run for president.”

“You don’t need to be a genius to do that,” Cynthia quipped.

“You’re right,” Michael replied. “I’ll just become a self-help internet guru instead. Clearly, I got the chops. I’m a genius with a penis.”

“Listen, I’m just about to park the car,” Cynthia replied, cutting him off. “Buy the sessions, and I’ll talk to you soon. You’re the best,” she said.

“You’re the worst,” he replied, part of their usual rapport.

Cynthia hung up, parked the car, and allowed herself a few minutes of alone time with the engine idling, the A/C blasting to block out the Miami heat, and her favorite ‘80s music playing on the radio. She was so exhausted from her workout that she didn’t even realize she’d dozed off.