Chapter 1

I squeeze into the only dress that still sorta fits me and turn to look at myself in the mirror. Oh my god, I think... I've gotten so fat! The material of my dress is super-stretched over my new curves, straining to cover my rounder belly, plumper ass, and bigger boobs. And while this dress used to cover me all the way to the top of my knees, it now only extends to the middle of my thicker thighs. Even though the changes to my body are recent, they should not surprise me because in truth, these developments have been a long time in the making.

Just a year ago, despite my curvy figure and impressive bust, most people still considered me thin. Up until that time, I had kept the weight off by watching what I ate and going to the gym every day. But for my entire life, I have had a secret. I am fascinated by fat people and the naughtiness of overeating. And the thought of gaining weight turns me on. Even when I was a little girl, I would look forward to Thanksgiving so I could listen to people talking about overeating and hear about all the weight they had put on over the holidays. I would often get pillows or even my stuffed animals and stuff them up under my dress. Then I would parade in front of the mirror for hours, showing off just how "fat" I had gotten. I would feel a tingle in my privates that at the time, I didn’t understand. But now I know that even then I was sexually aroused by the thought of me as a fat girl. But I had always been afraid to let myself go.

Then “he” came into my life.

From the beginning he seemed to notice things about me that were missed by my other boyfriends. None of my previous boyfriends picked up on how my mouth watered and I squirmed in my chair when served rich or fattening foods. He noticed how I stared at fat people as they walked by. He noticed how I loved to talk about friends that had gained weight. From these and other clues, he figured out the nature of my kinkiness.

He understood that I was still in denial. So, he decided to give me what I always wanted, even though at that time, I was unwilling to admit and embrace my true inner desires.

We started going out to eat more often. Sometimes we would go to a sit-down restaurant but many times, we would just get take-out or have some food delivered. He would always encourage me to order more food and richer entrees than I would normally eat. He discovered that our overeating got me hot, so soon, eating became our foreplay. In the bedroom, he learned that talking about getting fat would drive me over the edge. Then one day, he brought a fattening treat into bed with us. I was a little shocked but he insisted I try eating the dessert while he pleasured me. I have never had an orgasm that intense before.

After that night, there was no turning back. Now, we almost never have sex without him feeding me while at the same time he talks about how fat we’ve gotten or how fat we are going to get.

That’s the other thing. I don’t think that he ever had a fat fetish like mine, but he’s been willing to get fat right along with me! And watching him pile on the pounds is a huge turn-on for me.

So now I stand before the mirror forty pounds heavier than I was last year and I wonder where this will all end. None of my old clothes fit me. I haven’t been to the gym in months. We are eating and feeding each other more than ever. He’s gained at least as much as I have and I think he keeps getting sexier with every extra pound. I am horny all the time. He seems to enjoy the changes in our bodies. I guess I should accept my new life and be happy that I have gotten what I have always wanted!