Tempting fate

Chapter 1

My name is Maura Finnerty. I’m twenty eight years old and I live in Chelsea, MA, and my defining characteristic is that I absolutely love being fat. That sounds strange to some people when I say it out loud, but it’s the honest truth about how I feel inside. All my life, all I’ve ever wanted to be was fat. When I was a little girl, I would eat and eat anything and everything I could get my hands on. My parents would punish me and hide all the food, but it didn’t stop me from trying to get more anywhere I could.

I remember telling an older cousin of mine that I wanted to get really fat, and she said I was crazy. “You don’t mean that,” she said, “you’re just a dumb kid, you don’t know what you’re talking about, Maura.” But I knew exactly what I was talking about. I was a chubby little porker who just wanted to get as big and fat as I could.


When I was eighteen years old I left home and moved in with this guy named Terry. Terry was a lot older than me, and he was supportive of my desires to gain. He worked at a grocery store, and he often brought home lots and lots of food for me to eat. I’d stuff my face until I was ready to burst, and then he’d take me to bed and make love to my plump and bloated body all night long.

Within a year of moving in with Terry I’d gained over a hundred and fifty pounds, and I was just getting started. One day while Terry was out at work, I got tired of waiting for him so I ventured out on my own in search of someone who would feed me. That’s when I met Ben.

Ben was a little closer to my age, and we had a lot in common. He was a big handsome guy who liked to eat as much as I did. We’d meet up at the food court in the mall, and we’d pig out on everything that was there: burgers, pizza, fried chicken, Chinese food — and of course Ben was nice enough to pay for it all. We made such a spectacle of ourselves that everyone in the mall would be staring at us, but we didn’t care. We were shameless gluttons.

I tried to keep my relationship with Ben a secret from Terry, but after a while I started getting so much bigger that he suspected that something was going on. After a few months I came clean about it, and he said he was cool with it. “If he’s helping you get to your goal even faster, then I’m all for it,” Terry told me.

And so it went. I’d go out and chow down with Ben during the day, then at night I’d come home and let Terry have his turn stuffing me. By the end of the day I would be so stuffed and bloated that I couldn’t move at all. I’d just lay there while Terry had his way with me, and I didn’t mind at all.

Within six months of this I had gained an additional seventy pounds, taking me from a modest one hundred and eighty pounds when I left my parent’s place, to a whopping four hundred! On my tiny little five-foot, five-inch frame I was beginning to look like a perfectly rounded little butterball. My belly had gotten absolutely huge, sticking out way in front of me and bouncing around as I waddled about. Set atop my big belly were two humongous boobs; I’d gone from a C cup to a double D in less than two years. My ass was growing bigger and wider by the day. I couldn’t wear jeans anymore because I couldn’t find any that would fit my short and wide stature, so I took to buying stretch pants and leggings or loose fitting sweats. When I was feeling really fat and lazy I’d just throw on a big old muumuu.

I was outgrowing my clothing at an alarming rate. Fortunately for me, Terry was more than happy to take me shopping whenever I needed a new outfit. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to afford it on my own. I’d never worked a day in my life and I had no money; everything I needed I got from either Terry or Ben.

Terry and Ben were both good guys, but after a while I started to get kind of bored with them. That’s when I met Annabelle. Annabelle was bartender at a tavern just down the street from Terry’s apartment, and even though I was still underage, she’d always serve me and get me stinking drunk whenever I wanted. I really took to drinking beer at this time, as I loved the way it made me feel so full and bloated so quickly, and all the extra calories in the many, many beers I would drink everyday were causing me to swell up even faster than before.

And so it went then that I would wake up and meet with Ben during the day, the two of us eating like pigs at the mall and various fast-food take out places. Then Terry would stuff me with all of the meats, cheeses and baked goods that he could get his hands on at his store, topping it off with a good shag. Then after Terry went to bed, I’d get up and waddle my way down to the bar, where Annabelle would fill me up with booze until I was totally wasted and bigger than a blimp.

After a while, I started going home with Annabelle after drinking at the bar. The night’s I spent with her were my favorite. Sex with her felt different than anything I’d ever experienced before. With Terry, I always felt like sex was something he was doing to me, but with Annabelle I felt like it was something we were doing together, and it felt wonderful. I maintained my arrangement with Terry and Ben as they were doing a lot to take care of me and fatten me up, but the truth of the matter was that I was in love with Annabelle most of all. If I could have spent all of my time with just her I would have.