Chapter 1 - Full Story

You did so good on your first session! I know I went a little hard for your first time but, what can I say? I’m just a little eager after all! Ever since we met I had been working up the courage to tell you the truth. How I could ever broach the subject of preferences I never had the slightest clue. I guess I always figured the minute I admitted that I was attracted to fat women was the second that you’d run away screaming in terror.

So you can imagine my surprise when you were the one who came out to me! How shocked did I look when you told me about your secret desire to grow fat and large? Did I black out for a second because I definitely felt like I blacked out for a second. But then I saw how scared you were and realized how much courage you must have built up to tell me your secret. I knew I needed to give you the biggest hug I had ever given you before and told you I loved you and everything was going to be alright.

And then I told you that I liked fat girls. I told you I liked fat girls and that my biggest fantasy was one day getting to fatten you up. You asked me if I was serious and I told you I was dead serious. I saw the relief wash over your face and then you joked why I didn’t tell you sooner and then we both broke down laughing together. It turns out we really were perfect for each other.

This really is beyond my wildest fantasies. Never did I think in a million years that you, the popular, skinny, party girl secretly longed to be fattened up like a prize hog. The best I could have hoped for was you to casually put on weight over the years. While your mom and your sisters are by no means fat, they definitely aren’t skinny like you. I’d always fantasized about you being the biggest out of the group. And evidently so did you!

And so, as I lay next to you as you drift off to sleep after our first feeding session I can’t help but think of what the future holds.

Given how well you did for your first feeding, I’m excited for the next. I thought I went a little overboard when I ordered McDonald’s for you. I thought I went a little overboard when I ordered a Big Mac, a McChicken, 20 McNuggets, a large fry, and a Coke to wash it down. I thought there was no way that you could finish all that! But then I saw a glint in your eye. It was though some sort of switch had flipped and awakened a new hunger inside of you. I have never seen you attack your food like that before. The way that you shoveled each bite to your face was something that I’d never seen you do before. Any restraint or hesitance gave way to gluttony and hedonism. Your mind seemed to go blank as you kept devouring more and more. Nothing but a few stray grunts and belches came out of your mouth as you continued to feast. You were a woman with a singular mission: eat everything in sight. Just when I thought you were slowing you down you seemed to find a second wind and shoveled more and more food down your throat. And as you slunk back, finally defeated by the feast, only a few stray McNuggets and a couple of fries remained.

And in the aftermath of your gluttony, you entered a lazy haze. Your formerly flat stomach was now round and taut and filled to the brim with greasy, fattening fast food. The fervor and energy you had at the beginning of the session was now replaced with a lethargic tiredness and soon you curled up next to me on the couch and began to doze off.

As you lay there snoozing next to me, I hope your dreams are filled with thoughts of larger days. I hope you are dreaming of devouring even larger feasts with yourself unrecognizably fatter. I know I most certainly am. I thought turning on a movie might settle myself down but the thoughts of you growing fatter and fatter are too overwhelming.

Maybe you’re imagining yourself at the beach this summer. Goodness, you ought to be getting so chubby by then! Your boobs will be pouring out your bikini top and small fat rolls should be forming on your back. Her flat tummy will begin to pooch by then and your bottoms will start cutting into the soft layer of fat. Your toned thighs will begin to soften and brush against each other, and little patches of cellulite will start to spring up. Your cute little butt will start to round and widen and have a nice little jiggle with every step you take! Imagine what your girlfriends will think when they first see the new softer you. Will they think you’ve started to let yourself go or will they think you look a little thicker? Imagine Katie’s or Bailey’s reaction as you eat ice cream cone after ice cream cone with chocolate smeared on your face like a little piggy. Do you think they’ll gossip on the way home about what a whale you’re turning into?

Perhaps you’re thinking about just how much weight you’ll have gained by Halloween. With how much barbecue you’ll have consumed over the summer and all the candy you’ll have snacked on the whole month of October you’ll be downright plump by then. Hot girl summer will give way to fat chick fall and your figure will definitely show it. You’ll be needing a whole new wardrobe by then, won’t you? Your tits will be bursting out of all your bras and those jeans of yours definitely won’t clasp with that soft muffin top of yours in the way. Those tights and yoga pants are going to be stretched thin over those thunder thighs and that round ass of yours, huh? What do you think you’ll be for Halloween? A pig? A cow? A whale? Just throwing out a couple of suggestions.

Thanksgiving will be fun this year, won’t it? What do you think your mom and your sisters will think when they see what you’ve turned into? Do you think they’ll be horrified and repulsed at the sight of just how fat you’ve grown? Or will they be amused that you’re no longer the thin one in the family? I’ll bet they’ll be proud that you’re taking your natural shape. You’ll finally take up the family mantle of thickness. If you think you made a pig out of yourself today, I am curious to know how much you’ll eat at Thanksgiving dinner. How many plates of juicy turkey, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious green beans, and buttery rolls will you pack away? Two? Three? And I know you’ll definitely save room for dessert. I’d imagine they’ll be proud as you rub your round, doughy belly. I know I’ll certainly be.

What do you want for Christmas this year? I think you deserve a flabby, doughy belly that hangs over the waist of your pants and wobbles with each step you take. I think you’d downright jolly, don’t you think? There’s no way your weight gain will slow down as November turns into December. Between the Christmas parties and feasts and all the cookies and candies you’ll practically be swelling with fat. I’ll make sure to leave out Santa’s cookies until after you go to bed, lest you eat all of them for yourself. It does make you think what fat girls get in their stockings when they’re on the naughty list. Probably kale or celery or something like that.

Or maybe you’re not about the next year. Perhaps you’re thinking further in the future. Maybe you’re imagining our wedding day. Talk about big, fat, and wide, right? You’ll be unrecognizably fat by then, no doubt. Imagine what some of our family members will think when they see you waddling down the aisle, your lush, fat form on full display. And imagine their faces as so stuff yourself silly with booze, the reception fare, and wedding cake. You’ll be so round and lazy by then I can’t imagine you having the energy to make it onto the dance floor.

And think about what married life will do to your figure. Imagine how much domesticated life will agree with you. Imagine a couple of rounds of pregnancy cravings ravaging your body. You’ll be huge by then and pregnancies will make that belly of yours even more massive. Imagine our growing family. Imagine yourself as a spoilt stay-at-home housewife. You doing nothing all day but see our children off to school, lay around the house, and keep yourself stuffed while I do all the hard work.

Imagine yourself at over 400 pounds of pure excess. Imagine as you wake up each morning and look at yourself in the mirror and see your reflection. Imagine looking and seeing a round face buried in layers of fat with no visible jawline. Your chubby cheeks have long given way to a pair of thick jowls and a heavy double chin now frame your face. You have the face of a very obese woman and the rest of your body tells the same story. Your shoulders have grown soft and your collarbones are now buried under layers of soft, fatty tissue. Those slim, sinewy arms you once knew are a thing of the past, long since replaced by a pair of flabby, untoned, dimpled wings that quiver with every wave. Your tits have exploded into a pair of udders contained only by cup sizes found in the middle of the alphabet. Even your back as grown fat as fat folds and dimples now sag and wobble with every movement.

But the most dramatic changes you’ll have undergone are to your belly and lower half. That food baby you’re sporting right now will have blossomed into a bona fide paunch. It will stick out far in front you and be the first part of you that enters every room you visit. As you succumb further and further into hedonism and gluttony the lower your gut will sag until it eventually completely covers your womanhood. Thick rolls and a heavy pair of love handles will sag over the sides of your bottoms. And not to be forgotten are those pesky thighs and ass of yours. You’ll be absolutely covered in cellulite. Those stick-thin thighs of yours will be a pair of wobbly, dimpled pillars. And that cute, petite butt of yours will have absolutely exploded in all directions. Those round cheeks will make for a nice shelf sticking out behind you. It’ll be a miracle to find any pair of shorts that your ass won’t poke out from under. You can bet I'll be driven absolutely wild at the sight of those two ass cheeks bobbing up and down as you waddle ahead of me.

What an amazing journey we have before us. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather spoil absolutely rotten. The thought of feeding you and nourishing you drives me wild with desire. And so, as you lay there beside me, full and content, I just want to give you the world. I want to make all your wild dreams and fantasies come true and I’m so happy I can care for you at every step of the journey.

The possibilities of what I can make you are practically boundless. But as excited as I am at the thought of how large I can make you, there’s still one that excites me even more: what I’ll make you for breakfast.