Paraphile

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This story will have a shifting P.O.V. when a paragraph contains only a name it indicates that the following section is from that character's point of view, as shown below


Elvira

A morbidly obese woman laid back in bed as a muscular man pounded away at her bloated body, each thrust sending a ripple through her tremendous form. The woman gasped and moaned with each thrust. The man would've thought it was just putting on a show for the tripod mounted camera that watched their new bed, if not for the tremendous meal she'd just eaten while he sat under the table teasing her for nearly an hour. His arms held him up, less to stay vertical, and more to avoid putting unnecessary weight on her massively swollen stomach that bloomed upward so high that his arms could barely reach the bed from over it. They both knew that her stomach would be too heavy for her to lie on her back by year's end, so they had to do this while they still could, before missionary goes the same way cowgirl went, another thing forgotten wheb she gets too heavy for it. Though the man avoided thinking of that during the act, he didn't want to finish too soon

With each thrust that giant stomach jiggled dramatically. Everything else on the woman did too of course, but her stomach was what she really felt. Elvira had never eaten as much as she did today, and she felt hornier than ever knowing that, knowing the weight it added to her frame, and feeling the tremendous fullness within herself. She could've said the same bout her eating yesterday though, and the day before that too. This was another thought she found unbearably sexy. No wonder she's been so damned horny lately. Elvira could stand getting used to this life of indulgence, if she ever did. She just didn't want it to stop.The woman moaned and gasped before she said "Okay, that's four. You can stop now." Panting for air between each word.The man pulled his hips back and, similarly panting, said "Good, girl. I finished too that time." Then gasped again, saying "Though I never kept count." The Big woman wondered what insane lottery she'd won to have this as her life, and as her boyfriend went to turn off the camera she thought back to how exactly it had happened.



Narration



Elvira, who usually went by “El” lived in Las Vegas, well, on the outskirts of the city anyway. She had one secret that she told nobody, El had a fetish, a deep one, a “paraphilia” to quote her doctor, because it consumed her thoughts to the point of being problematic in her day to day life. Hell, she even had two of them. El loved eating excessively, which you would never guess from looking at her. El was kind of chubby, but nothing unusual, nothing to stare at. Hell, she was “Skinny fat” according to her friends, mainly quite thin, but with few muscles to speak of and a thin layer of fat around most of her body since she never really exercised, and really ought to just cancel that 24 hour fitness subscription since she never goes anyway. But El always fantasized about being fat. Being extraordinarily fat, and about eating absurd amounts of food every waking moment of her life. She dreamed about people gawking at the obese woman who weighed five hundred pounds at only 5’2” with curly locks of black hair framing her green eyes that floated on a sea of lard. She dreamt of crowds pointing at her and laughing, or even screaming in horror, as five hundred pounds grew to five thousand, absurd as that may sound. Speaking of which, that leads into El’s other fetish.

El loved knowing that people watched her as she did things to herself. El had even snuck a clip on vibrating button that stuck on her clit and buzzed. She called it her “stealth vibrator” and liked to wear it in public and eat most days she had the time. Today she wore it as she went into the grocery store to put obscene amounts of food into her cart and imagine everybody at the store gawking at her as she ate every last bite of it. El did this more and more often as time went on and got off harder than she ever did with her old boyfriend from it. Hell, that’s part of why her psychologist defined her kinks as “Paraphilia” she never really enjoyed doing much of anything without them, and she couldn't bring herself to to stop for long. She couldn't cum without them, and a life without orgasm was not one she ever wanted to know. This lead to her breaking up with a half dozen guys when they found out that these orgasms supported by food and watching eyes were all she wanted, and that she wanted them at all times practically. It was a hunger that only grew, and a pleasure that grew as it was satisfied. Day after day El wanted to eat more badly, and each day she wanted it to be seen more and more as she did it. It got to the point that she couldn’t eat in public without blushing, as she thought about all of the people at the restaurant, fast food joint, park, or freaking bowling alley staring at her in slack jawed obsession as she ate. That imagination grew along with the desires themselves. Eventually El gave up at finding love at the young age of twenty five, deciding that nobody would ever want to be with a weirdo like her, that she would just have to be satisfied with her fantasies and stories online, combined with her weekly excursions with the stealth vibrator, and watching with glee as her therapist tried desperately to hide her judgment of it all. El felt strangely calm about all of this, she was happy with her perversions, no matter what her therapist said.

All of this changed one day, when El found a website that promised to put people together based on deviance and kinks. It may be weird, but all of El’s prior relationships had died over that sort of difference. Maybe she could actually have a relationship if it was based on that specifically? Or hell, at the very least have some steamy role play sessions with someone on another continent who agreed with her on what’s hot. So, El made an account on a site that quickly determined her “Primary desire” to be eating excessive amounts in public. “Well, that’s no surprise.” She said with a laugh as she continued to make an account. The site guided her to “The Chub Club” where she made yet another account. The website promised to connect El to like minded individuals nearby, and asked how specifically it could show El’s location, she chose to show city and state, but no fine detail beyond that, “Can’t have crazies tracking me down.” She mumbled as she clicked “Accept” on the privacy decision. Next it asked her what she wanted to do with the people she met. El decided to take it slow and start with online role play only, no meetings in real life under any circumstances, it seemed like the safe option.

So, on her first attempt at Role play El was connected to a man with the screenname “Chunkymonkey” followed by a few random numbers. Her own screen name was simply “El” which, combined with her location, lead to countless people presuming she was a Latino man despite her profile saying otherwise explicitly. After chatting for a bit Chunkymonkey proposed an idea that El found sexy as fuck. He suggested a role play where he was going to play a worker at a Subway, and that she would be a customer who came in and ate there. It was simple enough to be a good starting place. El agreed, leading to the below exchange.

Chunkymonkey: A six foot tall man with dark brown hair and eyes (Likely a self insert, El thought) and rippling muscles clear even in uniform (Likely exaggerated to be sexy, but it painted a pretty picture) stands at the register in a Subway uniform with an apron on. It’s me, and it has been an extremely slow day. I am dying of boredom. I’ve been busying myself with fantasies of girls eating and, after six hours with no customers at all, with visiting Deviantart on my cell phone and looking at some, deviant artwork, fittingly.

El: A short, cute woman with brown hair, green eyes, and a DD cup bra (which was El’s blatant self insert, but with bigger boobs to titillate the guys) walks into the store. The bell rings, announcing her presence.

Chunkymonkey: I quickly put my phone into my pocket, hoping that you didn’t see it, or at least didn’t notice what I was doing. I then welcome you to Subway, hoping that you have a big appetite and put on a nice show for me.

El: I notice the embarrassed reaction and your blushing face, making me assume that you are doing something naughty, though I have no idea what. I walk up to the counter and order a footling meatball sub. Upon receiving my order I sit at a table and begin to eat, the store is empty, but I imagine a packed house with all eyes on me. Openly gawking as I eat my food ravenously.


Chunkymonkey: I watch you eating, initially trying to be subtle. But when I realize your focus is entirely on the sandwich I stare openly. My eyes as hungry for more as your stomach seems to be.

Back in reality El began to lightly touch herself as her RP partner wrote. This was exactly what she’d hoped for. She got to openly fantasize about, not only eating, but about having every eye in the room on her as she did it. As the actual El rubbed her clit she imagined the fantasy her, the one with the giant rack, having the same “stealth vibrator” that she used in real life. Then El typed, thankful that she could type reasonably well with one hand, and wrote.

El: The woman eats her sub at an astounding pace, it's like she is eager to get as much into her stomach as she can, as quickly as she can, each bite serving only to whet her appetite for the next.

In reality El realized something. This is a fetishist website where she met with someone for racy RP explicitly. Might as well make things saucy.

El: When she finishes the sub the woman approaches the front desk again, and asks for two more just like it. Little did the worker know she was beyond wet and getting off on this, as each bite sent a pulsing wave of pleasure down her spine.

Chunkymonkey: When she does I begin to blush subtlety, while making her order and thinking to myself. Three footlings? This woman is voracious. Is she like, into this too? I then began trying to look at her out of the corner of my eye as I assembled the sandwiches, imagining how she would look once she'd eaten a few dozen more.

El: you likely notice that I am blushing when you look up. I look like I’m practically drooling and looking back and forth between you and the sandwiches. If you know what a woman’s face looks during sex, outside of pornos, you may notice her face looks deeply “excited.”

Chunkymonkey and El ended up continuing their role play well into the evening, with the two discovering their shared desires and eventually with fantasy El eating an unrealistic (17) number of subs in the back room of the Subway as he took her from behind. Then she slept with the worker again and again the moment the store closed, while eating even more, of course. Their libido was, no doubt, as exaggerated as their chests. El watched her computer screen and touched herself while typing with one hand. She didn’t want to finish too soon, hell, El never wanted this to end at all. But, all things must end in time. So, at about 6:00PM El was hungry enough that she wanted to go get some food in real life. When she commented on it Chunkymonkey responded by saying that he wanted some Subway now after that role play, the two each dragged themselves away from their respective computers, as El grabbed her “stealth vibrator” and put it on, leaving before she gave in to the temptation to finish. Neither took notice of one important thing on the other's bio.

Residence: Las Vegas