Susan

Chapter 1 a shared dream

Note to the reader: This story had a little contest to determine which of two pictures I would use. After a tie, I decided to be tiebreaker and chose. Both of the pictures are posted if anyone wants them for any reason

Another note: This story is written from a shifting, first person perspective. The POV character can change between any two paragraphs, indicated my a separate paragraph, containing only that character's name, like so

Susan



My name is Susan. I am a waitress at Danny's, a greasy spoon type diner that is totally not a knock off of Denny's. I have brown, shoulder length hair, and eyes of the same color. But that isn't what's important right now. What's important is my weight, or my sleep. Kinda both, here, I'll explain.

I am skinny, not absurdly so, but nobody would say that I am fat. Nobody sane anyway. I have always worked hard to stay skinny too. Eventually I learned the causes of my weight gain or loss. After a dozen yo-yo diets I have learned the key to staying thin, a strict diet of fifteen hundred calories a day, and not one more. I also go on a quick run every morning and evening. I go a mile away from my home and back before the sun rises and again after it sets, for a total of four miles of running a day. Yet, no matter what I do in my waking life, the dreams haunt me.

I dream of gaining weight, literally. I sleep and have visions of eating until I weigh hundreds of pounds more than I really do. I have had these dreams ever since I was a teenager, hell, I wake up with my heart beating a mile a minute almost every night. I don't just mean "often" either, I mean about ninety percent of nights involve some kind of fattening dream for me. I once told a doctor about it, wondering if it might be a sign of something bad. He said that it was probably nothing physical, but suggested I see a therapist. I decided that it may be a good idea and agreed to do it, getting an appointment for the next week. But I felt uncertain about it, and uncertainty always gives be extra trippy dreams.

That night I had a dream that seemed to echo an old cartoon that I saw as a kid. In it, a mad scientist strapped me to a chair, where I was force fed by machines till I was fit to burst, literally. The last thing that I remember before the boom awoke me was trying to walk away when he released me, which he only did once I was an impossibly rotund ball of fat. Each step was a tremendous struggle, leading to a broken waddle where I turned halfway to the side to even move my legs enough to take a step. After about three steps of struggling I tripped and fell, bursting like a balloon upon impact with the ground. Then I awoke to my alarm to go see my new therapist.

But therapy ended after only two sessions, when the doctor had a heart attack unfortunately. I had told Dr. Frishburg about my dreams, and little more. I took it as a sign, apparently I was not meant to be doing this. So I did not seek a new therapist.

But there was a positive effect from all this. I ran into a, surprisingly cute, and extremely kind, guy who was on his way out of the office as I tried to go in on my last day. We bumped into each other at the doorway and had a brief chat. That was when a woman who is presume was the office secretary told me about Frishburg's emergency. But, even then, my mind was focused on Andy. He had sharp features, and a muscular, but slightly chubby, build that I love, a bit more than I am comfort admitting. I don't like sounding petty, but I couldn't look at the man without wanting to do stuff in bed with him. Yes, I am aware that "People you run into at the shrink's office" probably isn't the best pool to date from. But hey, Andy was damned hot. Even better, he listened to my concerns over my nightmares without judging me. I probably spoke about it too quickly, as I had spent the morning preparing myself to talk about it. Apparently, he has a similar issue, though he didn't want to talk about it at length. I didn't want to pry either, so all I got was "something similar." He gave me a friendly smile most of the time we spoke. He had perfectly white teeth, that contrast his dark hair and eyes, leaving a lasting impression on me.

But that smile turned horrifying when I slept. Andy had replaced the mad scientist from my recent dream, and his gleaming teeth showed a malicious joy as he put a tube down my throat, with manic laughter. He then ranted "You thought I was crazy because of where we met?" he said, as he flipped a switch on a huge machine that the tube ran into. He said, "Well, I guess you were right." As I watched a thick, pink fluid coming toward me. I l panicked, and I tried to grab the tube, to find that thick, leathery belts tied me tightly against the chair. So, I stared in anxious dread as the pink fluid worked its way into my mouth. Then I felt something heavy in my stomach. As my belly began to swell outward, he said, "I guess you think that I am doing this because I am crazy, and maybe I am. Crazy about fattening up skinny women like yourself!" He clapped like he had just finished a big job and rubbed his hands together with glee, saying, "This stuff is perfect to make you into a big, plush, soft pillow. It has over ten thousand calories in only a teaspoon of liquid. Even better, your stomach absorbs it almost instantly, so you never get any fuller, just fatter. Fatter and fatter and fatter as gallons of the fluid bury you in glorious flab." I could feel my stomach swelling as Andy continued, "and that feeding tube runs straight down your esophagus, so the fluid pours directly into your stomach. Which means that you can't try some sort of trick to simply not drink any. So I. . ." he continued ranting for a while, and I felt mortified. Not only was I going to blow up like a balloon, but I wasn't even going to enjoy eating in the process. I caught the end of his spiel as Andy said, "a real shame that. You're going to be the size of a whale anyway, you should have just enjoyed yourself and eaten before this. All of that diet and exercise for nothing." I hated the fact that it made sense, other than my freaking out about being kidnapped, he echoed all of my innermost thoughts. I could feel every part of my body swelling as he spoke. I felt myself getting fatter everywhere. Not just my stomach, but my limbs and places you normally never think of getting fat. My collarbone was getting covered in a thick slab of pudge. I felt my hip bones getting a layer of fat over them, so thick that they pressed out a few inches further than they did before. But, the biggest difference was not there. It was my stomach. My gut swelled out far enough that I felt like I would have trouble reaching my belly button, even if my arms were untied. Yet, the fluid still poured into me at an astounding pace.

I had the strangest thought, I kind of wish that Andy would rub my belly as it grew. Before I could asses the thought and why I had it, I noticed something else happening. My breasts were growing, not as quickly as my stomach, but enough that my bra was causing me pain. That had been a minor thought in the back of my head for some time. But now it was far more noticeable, the tightness was constructing blood flow, and the pain grew till I felt like I would burst, I began to try my hardest to move my arms again, desperately struggling against my restraints in vain, as I tried to remove the tightness and pain. I started to tear up a bit, in to the white-hot agony. Then my bra exploded off of my chest. It hung between my body and the tattered remnants of my top, which had apparently torn while pain eclipsed all other thoughts in my mind.

As relief filled me, I panted and gasped through my nose. Oh thank God the bra is gone. Andy grinned at me, noting my relief and flashing those teeth again as he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much your clothes would hurt you. But don't worry, you're clothes should be gone entirely before the hour is up." His words brought my attention downward. I couldn't see my legs passed my chest and stomach. But I could feel a similar pain in them, silently cursing my pants and panties for not being flimsier. Get them off, was all I could thank, as an impotent desperation clouded my mind. Andy said, "Alright, I'll turn up the machine. That'll tear your pants off faster."

I suddenly awoke in my bed, and noticed that my pajama pants were gone, tossed on the ground beside my bed. I muttered, "Must've been from my dream." I thought back to my dream, and said "I wish I had seen him turn the machine up. That would have been-" I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock, what was I even saying, and why? But, before I could think any further a scent hit me, a scent that was familiar, mainly from when I was a teenager. My hand was damp, and smelled strongly of sex. "Was I torching myself in my sleep?" I incredulously asked the empty room. I put my hand between my legs, and realized something. I was wet, I was incredibly wet. I violently shook my head, speaking in an angry voice, "I'm not horny! This is stupid." Then I laid my head back on my pillow, feeling a bit of moisture on my lips. "Was I drooling?!?!" I asked incredulously, before wiping it off and throwing myself down.

After an hour of trying to sleep and failing. I decided that sleeping was right out. But I could never sleep when I was sexually frustrated. So, I began rubbing my clit, more frustrated than excited. It wasn't working, in fact, I felt angry at the fact it wasn't working, bringing me even further from feeling sexy. I decided that it would work better if I tried to think sexy thoughts as I did it. So, I thought back to the last hot guy is had seen. Andy, he was attractive, and he had a good personality too. I love his smile, so I grinned as I touched myself, imagining his smiling face looking down on me as he took me here on my bed.

It felt good, it felt very good. Even moreso than usual. I really did like Andy. But, as I thought of him, the images of his villainy in my dream came back to mind, "Yes," I said, "fatten me faster!" I moaned in excitement, too hot to go to notice what I was saying, "Turn it up! Let my fat burst through my clothes!" I finished to the thought of my naked body swelling to dozens of times its normal size. I screamed "YES!" as I came, harder than any time I could remember. Almost instantly the thought of what I had been saying came back to mind. So I angrily crossed my arms and frowned.

I breathed heavily in bed, panting to catch my breath. After a moment I said, "Wait, the fuck was I saying?" as I thought back to my dream, and the aftermath of it. I shook my head, saying, "No, I am not excited by that!" I continued to speak to myself, "I've had these dreams for almost a decade now. I would know if it turned me on by now. Yeah, it's been nearly a decade that I've been having those dreams." I shook my head, saying "It's Andy. It must be Andy. I should ask him out." I really did like the guy. Then it hit me, I had never got his number. "But I know when he'll be at the therapists office." He was leaving as I showed up, the guy must be seeing another therapist. "Yeah," I said to myself, "He wouldn't be there when my appointment started otherwise. I'll get there and wait for him when my next appointment would have been." Yeah, I can wait a week. I mean, I knew he was hot when I met him, but it seems that he's a lot hotter than I had thought. Yeah, I must feel that subconsciously, so I'm dreaming about him." I laid back down, thinking of how that must be what this all is. I have a subconscious desire to sleep with this guy. I then fell asleep, thinking of how she would meet with Andy.

Andy

I stared in the mirror to see myself. I sighed deeply as I thought back t the night before. I had another one of those dreams. In it I was with that Susan woman from the psychiatry office. As in all of my other intense dreams I was doing things that I would never even consider seriously. Namely, I had Susan strapped down tight in a chair. She couldn't move an inch, and had a tube running down her throat. In the dream, as in all of my dreams, my goal was to fatten this woman. I had a machine that was pumping her full of some weight gain fluid. The woman was growing by the second. Her top and bra had come off with satisfying snaps. Best of all, I knew that this machine was on its low setting. I would start out slow, and steadily raise the rate of feeding little by little. This helped make two goals happen. First, I loved watching her helplessly gain weight. Second, It made sure that I always had more to look forward too. Not only would she be rounder each moment than the last, but the rate at which she was fattened would climb as well.

So, when I saw Susan struggling against her restraints and noticed severe discomfort on her face, it was easy for me to say "Alright, I'll turn up the machine. That'll tear your pants off faster." I don't know what it was exactly, but the light in her eyes seemed to dim suddenly after I said that. Maybe it made her give up on the idea if ne being her friend. Even when I clearly recognized her pain, I still wouldn't stop. She was right though, the woman had no reason for hope at all. I went to the tank of gaining fluid, and turned up the flow rate from low to medium. Then I had an unusual thought, I didn't want Sue here to have extended suffering for no reason. So, I ignored my normal practice if slow, steady acceleration, and wet the device to high.

The woman began to swell up far, far faster. I saw as her face turned red and her eyes screamed of strong, aggressive emotions. Was it fear for what would happen next, anger at me for doing this, or pain from her pants cutting into her.

The woman's top was already halfway gone, so I imagine it hurt very little, if at all. But her bottom half was a different story. The woman's legs visibly strained against her pants, leaving a clear rim of flesh around the bottom of her pant legs. A pronounced muffin top was surging outward from the top of her pants. Susan's top finally sloughed off of her body, taking the remnants of her bra with it. Her breasts surged outward, like they were trying to tackle me. I walked up to her in a trance, saying, "Dear God your girls are growing now." Then put a hand over the top of her breast, saying, "What do you think they are now, H cups? Maybe even more?" I looked further down, at the woman's swollen belly, which pushed out tremendously far, creased inward by the final remnants of her jeans, or slacks maybe? Whatever they were it wasn't important. Then, a tremendous ripping sound tore through the air, drawing my attention to her pants. They were beige slacks, that were torn asunder by the weight of her stomach. I rest a hand in her belly, taking a sharp breath in awe. Then I said, "You are so beautifully plump now," I slipped a hand under the Westland if her pants and underwear, which both snapped off of her the moment that I did so. Susan exhaled through her nose in relief as the last of the pressure left her waist. I said, "Don't worry my dear. I'll undo the straps on your arms when they start to get tight. You won't have to outgrow them till they break. You'll be too heavy to stand well before that happens. I'll undo your restraints then."

I caressed the woman's hugely swollen stomach, leaning in and kissing it, then I nuzzled my face into the ballooning ball of blubber. I said, "You are getting so big, so round, so perfectly plump." Then kissed her belly again, before turning my face to the side and pressing it into her. Softness and warmth enveloped my face. Then I noticed a scent. It was strong enough that I was shocked that I didn't notice it sooner, I kissed her again, and pulled my face back, exclaiming, "Is this turning you on?" as I pressed a hand onto her inner thigh, to find that she was gushing wet. Susan's eyes screamed panic and I thought. Oh, so you DO still have emotions. She shook her head back and forth. But the woman's body didn't lie. I said, "Don't worry. I am not going to rape you. I'm just excited to find that I am not alone in getting turned on by all this."

This one sided conversation ended when the wood of the chair loudly cracked beneath Susan's plush flesh. Almost instantly, an even louder cracking sound filled the room as the feet broke under Susan's weight. When she hit the ground, Susan grunted through her nose. But my attention was somewhere far more visceral. Susan's belly rolls bounced when she impacted the floor. Her breasts bounced in a way that made me think of something blatantly pornographic. But somehow her belly bouncing was even hotter. It kept bouncing for almost twice as long as her chest. I knelt down, saying, "Don't worry my dear. I'll take that as a sign to remove your restraints. Just remember. I am pretty strong, and I will be fighting against any attempts you may make to escape." Then I began to undo the woman's restraints.

Working on them was a strong reminder of just how heavy she had become. The restraints were designed with this in mind. Yet, they were still too small for her fat, fat arms. I looked down at the beautiful butterball on the ground before me, smiling at just how fat she had gotten. Her arms were like tubes, and a giant drape of flesh and skin hung down from them. Her belly sat neatly in her lap. No, not neatly, it threatened to overflow them any moment now. Yet, it's growth continued at an immense pace. Her breasts sat on the shelf of her bulbous belly, two gigantic sacs of fat that were each far larger than her stomach had been when this all began. I said, "Dear God you are so big now." The woman tried to speak, creating nothing more than a muffled moan. That sound grew louder and louder for what felt like forever. I said, "Sorry, but you can't really talk while the machine is on, and it ain't turning off any time soon." Susan rolled her eyes and put a hand between my legs, stroking my member as she moaned again, and pointed between her legs with her other hand. I felt myself blushing and said, "Really?!?!" Susan nodded again and fell to her side. She then rolled over onto her stomach, and spread her legs, patting her pussy with a frantic desire. I positioned myself behind her with giddy excitement.

Then, just as I entered Susan, I awoke in my own bed. I don't think I've ever been this ready to go in my life. I ran to the bathroom to finish. As I stepped out and returned to my bed, I wondered. If that's what my fantasy dream for doing horrible things is, I wonder what a realistic relationship would be like? Well, I'll probably see soon enough, I don't think I've had a night without some kind of feeding dream since I hit puberty. It was still dark out, so I lied down to go back to sleep, with a yawn.





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