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A New Beginning
Hello readers! This one is really freaking long. It was a pleasure to write it. There will undoubtedly be mistakes I missed when proof reading but hopefully not to many. Please enjoy, sharem and I would love feedback! :)
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Sitting on the balcony the breeze off the water gently flowed around you. It was the perfect cool temperature, easing the usual flush that came after drinking. The private villa was a nice getaway but in this moment, sitting by yourself you were reminded of the end. You were no longer a quarterback and it was all you had ever known. What now? was the question on your mind. Yet you knew the answer to it.
Jill. You had long resisted her. For years even. It had been just football. Football only. Yet you were drawn to her like a moth to a flame. It was toxic to be away from her, she had a magnetism that made everything else irrelevant. She was your undoing. One look and your dick would stiffen, knees weakened, and your turned to mush. Jills curves bounced with every step. Round soft thighs gently jiggling beneath a soft supple roll of belly that rounded out her middle like she had a build in water bed. She always teased you with her large round breasts, effortlessly producing maddening cleavage in and top. Her subtle double chin softened the otherwise sharp piercing looks she gave you as if she could see into your very soul. The first domino fell a long time ago when she invited you to her place years ago. Football was the only thing that kept you away. But thoughts of Jill and her large soft breasts flashed vivid in your mind when you should have been studying film.
Just like this was her villa, you already knew that you were finally hers. Resistance was futile. This might be a friends get-away weekend but somehow you and Jill were always left alone. It was always going to be this way. You knew that your last wall had come crashing down. It made your heart pound and blood rush south.
"Are you hiding?" came the familiar voice. You smiled "so it begins" you mumbled to yourself. You heard the cabinet open and glasses clink "Kyle and Travis took off for some privacy" - "good for them! I'm glad Kyle finally came out". You heard her soft strides, a small little end table moved next to you, a chair pushed close, wine poured. Jill sat down, her thighs spreading on the chair, "you didn't answer my question" - "Not hiding, just thinking. Hard to believe its over, years of work mastering the game and now......" - "awwww....but honey, you weren't even that good". You looked over and saw her grinning at you, her large breasts daring you to look. You laughed took a large sip of the wine Jill poured, noting the small tent starting to pitch in your trunks. "I suppose not" - "well now you have time for other things, more important things" she said and as she glanced toward the ocean you caved and looked at her breasts, so round, so large, supple, soft, you had always resisted. She saw you looking "Like what?" you said to try to break the tension "Like me!" she said grinning "You and I can finally be together, you are finally mine" she gave a devilish grin emphasizing the last words" you smiled "Besides, you have a new job now, something you'll actually be good at" "and whats that?" "Pumping me full of cum" she moaned softly "I've been eying those trunks all day" your heart pounded now as Jill leaned forward letting her breasts hang and grabbed your hand "wanna get started?" Your knees weakened and dick throbbed.
She pushed you onto to the bed. Standing over you she pressed her breasts together and you lost all control. She laid next to you, sinking deeply into the bed. Her long tresses soft and curvy as belly which gently bounced and rested on the mattress. She caressed your groin gripping your penis gently stroking a couple times. She pressed her lips against yours and you kissed passionately as you each rapidly ripped off each others swim suits. Her thighs pressed softly against your hard muscular core and you gently thrusted inside of her. Hands squeezing every inch of her greedily as you thrusted. Years of pent up tension came bursting from you, your whole body convulsing as you gasped and moaned with pleasure and painted her walls. Her turn now. You worshiped her body. Sucking and gently biting her nipples, hands running softly over her body lingering at the place you wanted to touch the most...her soft belly...Jill was moaning, you kept your hands moving and started to slide away toward her thighs, your mouth making its way south. Between moans and breathing he said "no, stay there" and moved your hands back to her soft belly "feel it...so...soft" and you felt the soft belly fat squish in between your fingers. You felt yourself get hard again, throbbing once more, but this time you were in control. You entered her again and got to work this time harder, faster her soft body jiggled to each thrust. Breasts bouncing and belly wobbling like water bed. Her hands went to your waist and around searching your body. She managed to find the only soft spot on your body at your sides and squeezed. She erupted with pleasure, you felt her tighten and spasm around you. It must have gone for at least 30 seconds. She moaned gently as you pulled out of her and laid down. You both fell asleep.
You woke to the smell of pancakes. "Morning! Sleep well?" Jill grinned sitting at the table in a bath robe "best sleep...well...since last time". It was actually crepes that you smelled. You got up feeling incredibly refreshed, sat down at the little table, and loaded up your plate. "Last night was fun" and you grinned at her. She gave you a look as if to say that this is what you should have been doing all along. "What are you gonna do today?" she asked "Well, I'm gonna head down to the gym and work off these crepes and then I think head to the pool.....and maybe...." - "maybe?..what?" - "Maybe we do that again" you said glancing at the bed and thinking that maybe Jill had been right all along. Football was a silly game. Why do that when I could be bed with her?
She smiled "Well, you're on the right track but let me just tell you what you're actually going to do" and now she gave you that piercing look "You're going to enjoy these crepes and then head back to the bed with me, you're new job is mastering my vagina and mmmmhm! we got off to a good start.....then we'll have a snack and then lunch, maybe go down to the pool or maybe just lay naked on the balcony before going back to bed, stop for dinner and watch the sunset. Today, tomorrow, every day we're here that's what we're gonna do". You sat there a bit stunned, her brown eyes pierced you and you knew it was the truth. "So we're just gonna lay around and have sex?" "we're at my private villa! of course we're going to just lay around and have lots of sex! we have years to make up for! I've been starved while you play a silly game" and you both laughed.
"What about the gym?" "what about it? it was here when I bought it but I need to remodel" - "if I don't workout, I'll get fat eating like this" - "I'm counting on it" she said with a devilish tone. She reached out and touched your poorly defined abs which gave a small squish to her touch "You're gonna grow a nice fat belly ....riiiiiiight.....here" and she tapped your belly button "and these" - she gave your love handles a little pinch "are already growing" she leaned in now and whispered "and you're gonna like it". She looked at you now piercing you with her gaze and your thighs grew weak. You pierced a large piece of crepe with your fork, opened your mouth, and Jill gave you an approving nod. She reached out and pushed your hand toward your mouth "isn't that better?" she said softly "You don't need the gym, you need more crepes, and I need a soft belly to play with.....and we're gonna grow one". She did this on repeat. You finished 4 crepes and climbed back into bed to do the deed.
It was as Jill had said. Your impulses took you. Your resolve as soft as her waistline. Blissfully giving in to every desire that had long been suppressed. Your friends had left the villa after a night, leaving you and Jill alone to enjoy. Each day in her villa a euphoric schedule of eat, sleep, lounge, and sex. Lots of eating. Lots of lounging. Lots of sex. It was like a trance had been placed over you that you just let happen. Your appetite grew noticeably by the 4th day, going back for a seconds after cleaning your plate "I'll work this off after vacation" you said to Jill "you can try" she said with a grin "but there's no going back, you don't even want to, you like how tight those trunks are getting, you like eating like this, you like being my little piggy" and she guided more food to your mouth. "You can try to go back to all that running, jumping, and torture but it won't last - you'll hate it more than before which is saying something because you've always hated working out" - "I.... love.... working out!" you replied but as you said it you knew it was a lie, not a lie to Jill but a lie to yourself. "Well, just let me know when you try so I can be there to watch, I do love a good feedee failed workout attempt". Now that actually sounded....kinda hot actually....
So that afternoon you slid on the training shorts finding a new and noticeable squeeze around your waist from the elastic. You could feel them riding just walking to dresser. The mirror gave a friendly reminder of why. Your poorly defined abs were no longer poorly defined, they weren't defined at all. A soft layer of fresh jiggle had sprouted around your belly button and begun growing outward pressing the lip of the elastic causing it to curve outward to accommodate the new girth. The love handles Jill had squeezed were thickened to the point of actual spillage. Your butt was enlarged and round. Your chest and shoulders had all begun to soften. You slid on your workout shirt to see that your belly button was plainly visible pressing out under the spandex. Jill sat in the gym waiting for you with a box of pastries delivered from the bakery in town. "Don't mind me, I'll be doing my curls" she said grinning "maybe I'll save you one". She wore leggings and sports bra for the occasion and the sight of her soft body stuffed into workout clothes seemed to intensify the allure of her soft belly.
"Go on then, give me some jumping jacks" - why jumping jacks? you thought - you obeyed nonetheless and immediately understood why. Your middle jiggled uncontrollably with each jump, you felt very out of shape in that moment as if all you had been doing was lounging around and eating. You began to pant and stopped at 20, Jill took a bite of donut and said "Little harder than usual? Now push ups" - how did she know all the ones you hated? - You started, down then up "oooh that used to be easier, didn't it?" she heckled. It was by the 5th push up you began to find a new depth of hatred. Your waist made a gentle plop as you touched the floor with each rep. At 15 reps you were breathing hard, there was more in the tank but you found that you didn't want to, you were done with push ups. Breathing heavily you rolled on your back "oooooh good view...but what happened? feeling a little heavy?" - "I hate push ups" - "good, now crunches" and you looked at her as if she was intentionally torturing you, she saw the look and said "you wanted to workout, you could be lounging with me eating these tasty donuts...buuuuut no! So now I've got to teach you a lesson" she took a bite of her donut chewed and swallowed "so crunches, chop chop!". You laid there still a little out of breath. Crunches, why must it be crunches? The only thing worse was a plank. Jill waggled a jelly filled donut at you, smiled, and took another bite "bet this is looking real good right now" you looked back up at her and she wagged the donut "and this" and she gave her fat belly a jiggle. You took a deep breath and started. Pressing up was far more challenging than it had been. Your new girth squished and got in the way forming creases in your sides. It was the worst exercise yet...you counted 3, 4, 5, your middle wobbled...siiiiiiiix....and flop. Your strength hadn't given, but your will. You laid panting not wanting to do anymore. "Oooh you're really out of shape" Jill giggled "I don't think you'll even make it 10 seconds into your plank".....You looked at her begging it to end "don't make me plank" "had enough? seen the error of your ways?" she laughed as you looked at the donuts longingly eyes darted from donut to Jills soft belly "want one of these?" and she got up and handed you a donut. You ate greedily, it was delicious, raspberry filled. She sat back down "Now isn't that better?" - your eyes rolled back in their sockets with pleasure at the treat. "This is your life now, get used to it"
"Take a seat on that arm thingy lets repurpose this gym" you sat at the curl machine and Jill set her chair up next to you. "As punishment for all those silly exercises we're going to invent a new one. You're going to curl every donut to your mouth and finish the whole box" she grinned at you and felt a grin curl on your lips as your mouth watered. You felt an urge of greed hit you "so all those are for me?" and she giggled as she fed you the first one. A little jelly spilled on the machine "messy piggy...oooh lets get this shirt off so we can admire just how swole you're getting". She helped you peel off your shirt and smiled "It won't be long now, you've already crossed the point of no return" - "point of no return? what does that mean" - "its a very exciting first step on your journey"...."you see..." and she pinched a large handful of belly fat hanging on your lap "You're growing, getting softer by the bite. We sprouted a nice little pot belly and the softness has been spreading out and all over you." She jiggled your chest "you entered dad bod territory when these got jiggly, but we hadn't quite gotten over your metabolism until.." and she cupped overhang of your belly "this finally let go and you got your first belly hang.....mmm! its so sexy to watch you soften....But now things are really softening. Your body has changed and wants to be lazy now, it wants to eat more and more and you're gonna crave more fatty foods...I see you eying the donuts!" she laughed and fed you one before continuing "You're body wants to be fat now and you don't just like it, its worse - you're totally addicted to it. You'll have one of these very soon" and she grabbed large handfuls her belly fat and jiggled it. Your dick stiffened and body turned to jello and Jill grinned.
She fed you donut after donut, the bakers dozen was a little much for you still but you pushed through desire to eat more consumed you. "Now, take a look at those wonderful abs". A large bloated pot of belly pressed out hanging over your shorts. "Jill....." and you looked at her desperately "I think you're right," - "I know" - "working out was a mistake, lets not do that again". And the two of you left the gym walking back to your suite, breathing labored. "Oh I enjoyed myself, watching you discover how soft you've gotten! and besides it might be fun to retest you in 50 pounds" - "f-f-fiiifty?" you said, knees going weak "mhmmm, for starters! but I doubt you'll stop there" - "I can..." - "what? stop?" she laughed , grabbed you, and kissed your forehead "you don't even want to, I bet you that when we open this door and you see the other box of donuts I bought you go straight for it" and she opened the door to the suite. "That's not fair" - "Go on then! resist it! don't have a donut you already had 12" - "but...they're not large donuts" - "if you're still hungry there's probably a salad somewhere" - "I don't.....I would rather have...." - "rather have? what? a sweet sugary flakey fattening donut? Go ahead!" and your knees began to weaken, your mouth watered, Jill was always right. You bolted for the table and ripped the box open. The lemon glazed called your name. Then a raspberry one. The maple...oohhh the maple..so good. The powdered sugar donut defeated you. Your limit was reached. Jill grinned and sat next to you to finish the rest.
Both of you were to bloated for love making, so you rewarded each other orally. Ladies came first and Jill's fatty body rippled with pleasure at your tongue. "You're getting good at eating" she joked. She started to work on you, and you experienced a full body relaxation. She switched to her hand and got level with you. She was stroking you firmly now. With her other hand she pinched a large handful of your belly fat, leaned in and whispered "you're getting fat" and you exploded in her hand.
The next day Jill decided that the villa was the best place for both of you to be. "Lets just live here for a while" she said, it was hers after all. "I won't argue with that, you've got an amazing spot" - "and its the perfect place to be lazy" and she patted your tummy, which felt more larger and rounder after yesterdays donut workout. Jill let out a gasp "Lets get on the scale!" she yelled excitedly. She pulled you to the bathroom. "I'll go first" she said excitedly "237! Thank you villa!" - "huh, you look heavier than that" you teased and Jill shot you a dirty grin "you certainly feel heavier than that" - "thats because all your muscle has turned to fat" she quipped back "and I'm up..." and she ran her hands down her round silhouette "I'm up 4 pounds" - "your butt is definitely bigger" - "yah, I think so" she said in an examining tone "your turn!" and she began a drum roll on her thighs. "218....oh wow.....thats....I've gained 28 pounds since I quit football" and Jill gave an excited squeal but then lowered her voice to a more sensual tone "I think we can make it 30 today and poked your belly" and you laughed but your knees grew weak again in anticipation. Jill had said it, it wasn't a question of if...it was a question of how. "So 50 pounds will be at...268..we'll have to keep an eye out...you're probably going to shoot past it" - "hold on...240 is 50 pounds"...."thats from your starter weight, we're going from when you gave in to being my piggy" and your knees got weaker somehow "you love 218 right?" and for the first time ever a voice in your head said "Could be fatter". Jill gave a crooked evil grin and "could be a lot fatter, well let me show you" and took your hand gently "wait....did I say that out loud?" - "you did" - "I...I uhhh" - and she set you at the table, your belly spilled and flopped in your lap. "I uhh didn't mean it like that..." - "Oh? what way did you mean it?" - your legs were shaking now, mouth quivering, that voice in the back of your head said "going to be fatter" and this time you heard it. Your eyes widened and you hands rushed to your cover your mouth. Jill bit her lip obviously aroused now. Then she gently licked her lips and leaned in, allowing belly and breasts to hang, and grinned "You're going to gain 2 pounds today. Maybe more if we're lucky...maybe more if you're lucky, you sound impatient, you want to be fatter, you like being fat, you want to make it 30 pounds today - so let me show you how". She opened the freezer and grabbed a multiple pints of Ben & Jerry's "I got this for special for you - it's the chubby hubby, only...you're a little more than chubby". It was kind of brilliant "marking your territory?" you asked "in more ways than one" she said kissing you and giving your belly a pat.
The ice cream description made your mouth water. "You can eat this one, the pretzels wont blend as well, but you're going to drink these" and she showed you the cookies and creme pints. You grabbed a spoon and greedily started on the chubby hubby. It was delightful and accurate. You belonged to Jill now and the thought aroused you. It was a delightful combination of satisfying euphoria of the ice cream with thrilling arousal. Jill got the blender and went to the fridge "our secret weapon against what remains of your metabolism" and she pulled out a large box of heavy cream. Your mouth gapped but your arms with a mind of their own kept shoveling ice cream. You managed to force yourself to pause as to better see what Jill was doing. She filled the blender and then blended the ice cream in the heavy cream and poured a large serving into a glass. She wasn't done. She layered whipped creme on top added chocolate drizzle. She set the milkshake in front of you and your mouth watered and heart pounded with excitement "Thats actually not that much" and Jill quickly corrected you "oh this is just the first shake, you're gonna have the whole blender, enjoy!"..."Oh and this is also probably the most calories you've ever had in one sitting and its like..all fat" she gave you one of the big boba sized straws. Your mind went numb and not from brain freeze but from the blissful euphoria of the creamiest cookies and cream you'd ever had "So...." and you breathed deeply "gooood" and you exhaled as you finished it "my my you're greedy" Jill laughed hard "The blender make 2 and a half, you have room for your second?" - without hesitation you nodded. Jill poured it and said "whipped cream?" - "and the chocolate sauce" - "of course handsome".
You sipped the milkshake greedily. You could feel yourself get full but the taste was too good. So rich. You needed more. So it was a slow but constant sip. Your belly was round and hard again reaching the donut level of full. Jill topped you off and this time you added the cream and chocolate sauce "we might add 5 pounds today". You didn't. At least not 5 pounds. But stepping on the scale the next day was eye opening. It was 3. Jill beamed "3 pounds fatter" Jill said "That shake is the gift that keeps on giving" and you gave her an inquisitive look "It takes a little bit longer to process and store all that fat, and all that fat slows your metabolism even more which will help you go from my chubby piggy to my sexy fatty". Jill was right, the next day the scale was up another 2 pounds to 223.
You and Jill laid on the patio of the villa. Both fully naked and freshly orgasmed. "Your gut is so fucking hot" - "the yours jiggles when fuck you makes me lose my mind" - "and your cum!" Jill laughed. "Your first 5 pounds as my official piggy - notice any changes?" - "well I get out of breath doing anything, my clothes don't fit, and I jiggle every time I take even a soft little step" - "you're welcome". "I'm not the only one whose gotten softer" and Jill put her hands under her chin in a cutesy way "kind of you to notice, I'm at 245 pounds now" she paused "I think it wen't mostly to my belly and boobs - hard to tell when you get this fat" - "maybe you'll gain 50 too?" "Too? oh? has someone set a goal weight?" - "n-n-no..." "I think you have...and we both know you're gonna gain more than 50 pounds so, the only question is how much are you going to gain?" you felt the voice in your head begin to speak up....but this time rather than fight it you embraced it, sitting up you said "one hundred" and Jill sat up fully and said "now that's more like it."
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I feel like writing some fat smut, be right back.
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Fuuuuuuuck one of my favorite things! And the added jiggle against tight clothing almost protesting confinement!
Giving in
A first person fat fic, female POV.
This represents a return to my roots from my first account. I used a lot of similar themes with new ideas thrown in. Its a long one and honestly I could have kept going.
As always, I apologize for spelling and grammar. You try typing and editing while horny. It's not easy! lol.
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Sweat dripped drop after drop like a slow leaky faucet. The burn in your core built. You began to shake. Burn was quickly becoming pain. Beep beep! the phone timer went off and you immediately collapsed on to your yoga mat. There's a special place in hell for whoever invented planks. You peeled your tired body off the yoga mat and hobbled to locker room, mercifully done for the day. You sat on the bench in front of your locker and caught your breath. Zoning out for what must have been at least 5 minutes. You saw yourself in the mirror and stood to inspect. Your slim toned physique wet with sweat gently reflected the fluorescent light.
Your long black hair, dyed with red highlights was your favorite feature. The one part of your appearance that you had even slightly customized. Your jawline was sharp as ever. Shoulders and arms thin but toned. Your supple breasts easily contained in a red sports bra, the B cups perhaps a bit snug. Your abs were still burning but solidly defined. Broad hips helped to form a small but toned and perky butt and gave way to thin thighs looking sleek in matching red yoga pants. Thankful for a mostly empty gym locker room you showered, dressed, and walked out of the gym. Your legs were heavy, you cursed your decision to walk despite it only being about 5 or so minutes from your apartment.
You reached the end of the block and saw a familiar face "oh hey Claire!" you yelled delighted by the sight of her. Claire was not what what one might describe as "fit". In fact the walk to class from her apartment was probably the most exercise she got. Her body contrasted yours in nearly every way. A layer of softness accentuated her jawline and softened her neck, submerging the collar bones. The lack of visible collar bones made obvious by Claire's insistence on wearing plunging necklines to show off her round buxom curves. Such curves had come in handy at the bar helping her score free drinks. Beneath the expanse of her well endowed chest jiggled a round roll of belly fat that rolled at her sides and rippled as she walked, spilling over the high waist of her jeans. Jeans that looked painted on they were so tight. Her hips were incredibly wide, round, and ate up chairs for breakfast and the reason she always got to sit shotgun when carpooling. Her thighs rippled and rubbed together as she walked toward you grinning ear to ear. She was so confident and happy.
"Hey!! Just finish your workout?" - "Yup! headed to class?" - "I was going to grab a coffee first" and she gestured at the coffee shop across the street "wanna come?". You felt drained and could use the pick-me-up, "sure!". You walked together and laughed about your friend Mark's failed attempt at growing a mustache. "Well, I'm just glad he listened to reason - that thing made him look like a 70's pornstar but in the worst way possible" Claire said as she walked up to the counter "yah, can I have a chocolate brownie blend" she turned to you "it's new, like their version of a frap - you should try it! it's so freaking good" . You looked up at the board, it did look enticing, especially the smores one. The calories ranged from 160-500...quite a few more than in the 0 in the black coffee you were intending to buy. Reading your mind Claire leaned in "Oh come on, you earned it! Enjoy a little!" "mmm alright, I'll do the smores one, small please".
You got your drinks and walked out of the store. Claire gave you a small wave and headed the other direction "enjoy that!" she said as she turned and walked away, bouncing gently with every step. You resumed walking home, just a couple blocks away. You looked at the drink, the whipped cream starting to mix in and topped with graham cracker and chocolate bits. You sipped. "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" you murmured to yourself and a sense of euphoria built and centered gently in your forehead. Your lips and tongue seemed to tingle. The pleasure kept hitting you with each sip. It consumed your attention as your legs moved on autopilot. Each sip intoxicating You found yourself home before you knew it but the frap was already gone.
You woke up on Tuesday feeling refreshed. You ate your serving of bland oats and got dressed. Your workout was hard today. That refreshed feeling evaporated about 1/4 the way through and you'd crumpled to the yoga mat once more gasping to catch your breath after the plank. You laid in your own sweat for a bit and zoned out, staring blankly at the ceiling. The thought of yesterday's frap came to mind and the "you earned it" from Claire. It was a slippery slope but you wanted it again. The thought of the tasty drink powered you to the locker room. You changed and walked to the shop and 10 minutes later you were walking home, another small smores blend in hand and a punch card. The bliss hit you again. The euphoria. The sweet sugary treat gave you intense satisfaction and when you laid down in bed at the end of the day it was the highlight of otherwise dull and routine day of classwork.
Wednesday came early, but you felt some excitement now. After the gym you were going to go back and get another blend. It was motivation. This would help you through and keep you motivated. You got dressed and walked to the gym. Today's routine was a labor. You worked. Perhaps dogging a few reps here and there but at least you did it. You walked to the core area and thought to yourself "almost done". You mind wandered to what flavor you'd have today. Sweat dripped and your muscles protested. The timer mercifully made it to 0:00 and you hastened to the locker room rather than lay in a post exercise stupor. You changed shirts but decided to shower at home. You wanted your reward. You hastily made your way out of the gym and made your victorious walk to the coffee shop. Today you eyed the Oreo blend...."medium please!" you said to the barista. Smalls were simply not enough and were always gone by the time you made it home.
The rest of the week went by slowly. The weekend came and you felt the fatigue of a long week sting you. Sleeping in Saturday morning was a welcome change of pace. The sunshine was a gentler way to wake than the alarm clock. You got up and threw on your gym clothes, not ready to go yet but not wanting to change a second time. You noticed your yoga pants were digging into your waist some but didn't give it a second thought. Your sports bra felt a tad snug around the girls today but again, not a second thought. You sat on the couch eying your coffee pot. Black coffee waited for you but today looked unappealing. The coffee shop called your name. You grabbed your punch card and made the short walk over. Pistachio, size medium, was your choice today and it was good, but not as good as Smores or Oreo. You should have picked the birthday cake one, perhaps next week....."or tomorrow..." you thought.
You sat on your couch finishing the drink, savoring the whipped cream. All you could think about was wanting some actual oreos...but it was getting close to gym time. You sat on the couch thinking and Claire came to mind, what had she said? "Enjoy a little!" well...you had and it had felt good. Very good. It had given you real rush of adrenaline. You wanted more. Perhaps just the weekend? you began to rationalize to yourself. But you already knew what you were going to do. You got up and grabbed your car keys and made for the grocery store. This weekend you were going to enjoy a little.
You felt like a child in a candy store who now finally allowed to have whatever you wanted. Pizza, ice cream, oreos, cupcakes, cookies, chips, and other snacks all made their way into your cart. You felt giddy carrying the bags up the stairs. A bit out of breath, you smiled and thought to yourself "got my exercise in!". You turned on your favorite trash tv and pre heated the oven. A medley of snacks sat before you and you happily began to feast. Oreos, goldfish, a mini cupcake or two...and the chocolate chip cookies....a brain wave hit you and you grabbed the ice cream and a spoon and started making mini ice cream sandwiches. The pleasure of it all cascades through your body. The over beeped and you remembered that you still had pizza to get through "this is a good problem to have" you thought.
Monday came and the sun beams poking between the blinds woke you. You'd forgotten to set your alarm to work out. No matter. You could go after class. Sliding on your yoga pants took a little extra effort today and you felt them hug your thighs and dig into your waist. The cups of your bra felt snug too. You checked yourself out in the mirror and "oh fuck!" you said out loud. You ran your hands over your thighs and back side "I look hot!". Your butt was popping today, looking extra round and shapely. There was a slight ripple in your thighs and hips as your hands moved up finding a supple give in your midsection. At your chest you felt an actual jiggle inside the cups of your bra and a jolt of excitement. These curves were a welcome sight after years of trying to build a butt at the gym.
The softness you felt at your midsection was not forgotten. You slipped off your shirt and your eyes confirmed what your hands had already felt. A new layer of softness had filled in the once defined ab line. Firm muscle now gave in with a jiggle to your touch. A visible representation of your discipline melting away in front of you. Insatiable cravings took over your mind. You sat down on your bed feeling yourself sink deeper now, your thighs slightly spreading. You felt a soft roll of fat form above the lip of your yoga pants and gently poke forward. You pinched it. The soft belly fat filled your fingers and you were hit with a bolt of lightening. Your body went to jello. Your eyes rolled up with pleasure, nipples puckered, and you felt your vagina tingle. Your mouth watered and a feeling of hypnosis crept over you. You laid back on the bed and your hand slipped between your thighs. You felt new softness as you stroked. The sense of time was completely lost as you stroked. Once more you pinched your tummy, its softness bending to the demand of your hands. Lightning hit you in waves this time, full body convulsions of pleasure, you moaned and gasped for breath.
You laid on your bed slightly dumbstruck. In a glow of sweat and pleasure. Reveling in it. The sense of time slowly returned. Class was not for a while. Really it was truly long enough to work out........or......or long enough to grab a coffee and a pastry......you thought and a greedy little smile curled its way across your face. Time felt like an illusion once more as you glided your way to the coffee shop and bought the largest size blended drink they had and one of their large muffins you had eyed for weeks now. There was no more "no" in you any more. You glided home and greedily ate the muffin. The XL size blend finally seemed like the appropriate size, meaning it had survived the walk and not much longer. Still hungry you walked to the fridge and remembered that there was left over ice cream in there. "This early?.....why not?...I want it now, I can buy more later" you thought. You opened the carton, about half was left, a little more than what you had room for and in your mind a problem arose. There wasn't enough room in the freezer for two cartons and you knew you wanted to buy more after class. You looked over at your empty blend cup and it gave you an idea. "Just eat what you can now and melt the rest for a milkshake" and your lips curled once more. You sat on the couch carton and spoon in hand and began to indulge. Spoonful after spoonful hit your lips causing a gleeful tingle with each bite.
Your tummy soon became taught and bloated. The soft roll around your tummy had become a large bulge spilling over at the sides of your yoga pants. You scooped what little remained into a large coffee cup and microwaved it. You looked at the clock and realized it was time to walk to class. You poured your melty treat in a travel mug and threw on a jacket. Your movements were labored and you felt tired just walking through the apartment complex. This wasn't going to work. You texted Claire, who drove to class, for a ride and caught her just in time. "Heeeey!" she said as you got in and drove the short way to class. "Thanks for the ride, I'm just too tired today" - "of course! you're on my way!". You talked about class for the drive and as Claire parked the car you felt her eyes on you. "Whatchya got in the thermos?" - you contemplated for a brief moment. Telling Claire felt...official....Claire...who's roundness was palpable...who effortlessly possessed curves you craved for yourself...."home made milkshake!" you said "oooh that sounds good! I expected you to say some kind of kale shake or some crap!" she smiled "I took your advice...I'm enjoying...." - "good! it looks good on you" she said coyly. You felt a swoop in your stomach.
You were physically present in class but mentally? miles away. You began to notice things. You noticed your own envy of Claire, sitting next to you spilling over her jeans. Your friend Charlie sat next to you both. He to had gone through a change. You used to see him in the gym every day but he had suddenly disappeared from the gym without any mention of it. Yet around the same time Claire had shown him a new burrito place on the other side of campus. They had texted you to join them but you'd kept up at the gym. Over the weeks Charlie had changed. His chiseled figure blurred and then expanded. A beer gut blossomed from his abdomen. His pecs and arms had all softened and an established double chin wobbled. The site of him made Claire blush. You felt his gut squish into you as you hugged him and you too blushed. It was like a veil had been pulled off your eyes. He looked so much better this way. He sat, gently out of breath from the walk over and a bit red with exertion. It made you tingle. You pictured him shirtless feeding you ice cream.
Class ended abruptly. You hadn't heard a word. Lost in your own fantasy. "Need a ride back?" Claire offered "no" you said automatically before catching yourself "well, actually...can you drive me to the grocery store, I'm out of ice cream" and Charlie's eyebrows raised "you eat ice cream? since when?" - "I eat ice cream, pizza, donuts, pastries, milkshakes" -and you shook the empty thermos -"and lots of things! I've been missing out!" Charlie's eyes examined you and you could feel just how snug your yoga pants were getting. His eyebrows still raised he smiled and said "well, looks like you've been making up for lost time" and he turned and said "lets all get dinner after class sometime soon, I'd do it today but I've got work" and for the first time you agreed.
Claire dropped you off at your apartment, a new carton of ice cream in hand and with a knowing smile she said "you're going to eat that whole carton aren't you?" and you looked back at her and back at the carton. The grin curled over your face again. "Pace yourself....and maybe buy some bigger leggings" she smirked and drove away. Bigger leggings? the thought aroused you. Bigger. Softer. You felt hypnotized again. Spoon was in hand now, butt on the couch, arm curling spoonful after spoonful of sweet creamy treat to your mouth. You felt yourself letting go. More. More. You wanted more but your tummy was tight, full with just a 1/4 left. You melted the ice cream and sat. Tummy distended. Sipping your treat.
A week of hypnotic euphoria went by. Punctuated by canceling your gym membership. It was ecstasy. But even in your new self discovery you felt something missing but wasn't sure what just yet. You got ready to meet Claire and Charlie at the burrito place, the place that had changed Charlie from a muscly gym rat to a fat piggy. You wondered what it might do to you. You slid on your yoga pants and you remembered Claire's warning. A soft roll of fat now engulfed your midsection pressing and spilling over the straining spandex. It was more than an inch now. Your butt had rounded significantly finally giving a jiggle when you walked. Your breasts were popping out of their B cups. You saw the faintest sign of a double chin gently pressing out under your softened jawline. Everywhere there was clothing there seemed to be soft spillage of your new soft body. You decided to flaunt it.
Charlie was waiting in the parking lot. His jaw dropped when he saw you. You smirked. You got close to him "Like my new look?" he nodded "I've gained about 20 pounds" he looked dumbstruck. You grinned evilly "that's still not as much as you" and your hands took what they wanted, a nice handful of Charlie's belly squished in your hand "maybe I'll catch up".
sorry if this is a little vague ahaha but for me Your Stories just hit Differently than the other Stories That i read for some reason Your writing is like really Good maybe its beacuase that Its Kinda Realistic weight gain or When You describe things accurately but in the same time i can fully understand what The stories are or maybe its the way you structure and make your stories Really sorry if For some reason My Reply is like kinda Messy Since i really dont know how to describe it But for me Your weight gain stories hits differently than the other weight gain stories that i have read (Also this is a reply from ur Latest Post Just to be clear ahah)
Oh my goodness! Thank you so much! This was really nice to hear!
I've got a first person POV that I'm working on and I'm kind of going back to my roots with a style closer to my older writing. It feels good. It takes a while for me to put these out because I get very specific windows of time when I'm in the writing head space and have the energy to do the writing. But keep an eye out!
I've got a few fat fics in my drafts....but please...let me know...what do you like about my writing? What could I do better? and just curious, does anyone recall my old works from my old blog? are you all new followers?
"Gone to fat" is my new favorite literary description of someone who has "let themselves go".
"they no longer resembled their slim hour glass figure. Which with over indulgences had gone to fat and now more closely resembled a soft plump pear"
"The powerful muscular frame now gone to fat, replaced by a large pot belly that wobbled with every laugh and gesticulation and heaved with any over exertion"
Vacation weight was gained.....
The Slow Descent Part 4
Ok this is a LONG one...but I feel that its some of my better work! Maybe not as good as Three Day Switch was but good all the same.
Once more, I apologize for spelling and grammar. Its hard to write and edit horny.
I'd love feedback! Let me know if you want a part 5! or should I just call them chapters?
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The smell of your coffee from the brewing pot filled your nostrils. You got up, slipped on your comfy clothes and poured a cup. You added a new creamer Emily had told you about which made the experience all the more delicious. Your head was still spinning from the date a few days ago. It had been exhilarating and confusing at the same time. For the first time you'd embraced this side of you and it felt like you were being embraced back. But as things got a little hot and heavy on that secluded park bench, still tasting of ice cream, Emily had said that you weren't ready to take it further yet. She had reassured you, quite a few times, as she saw the confusion in your eyes. She had kissed you and said not to worry, to trust her and to just be yourself. "But I am being myself" you had said which she giggled. She had then gone on to tell her story.
It had been yesterday over coffee, when Emily had made the creamer recommendation following the horrifying revelation that you were drinking you coffee black. She had opened up. She started out an athlete but quickly grew to hate it. She wanted to quit but played because of the expectations that she was now free from. She knew that she found fat irresistible early on but like you, hid it. She would see a characters on a tv show rapidly gain weight and feel a tingle between her thighs. She would picture herself large, soft, round, and imagine indulging in whatever she desired. Her thighs would tingle more. As she grew older she looked for someone to share this interest with. She had been exhilirated but terrified when she put on her first 15lbs. The next 15 were exciting, the following 30 were erotic. She said that her thirst only grew and she tried to find men sporting big round bellies that so titillate her. To her disappointment it was hard to find someone who shared this side of her.
She had finally done some exploration and found the feederism websites. Self discovery ---Things fell into place and she understood that she identified as both feedee and feeder. Masturbating to images online only satiated her for a while. She worried about outing herself on such a site, like you but the overwhelming desire to find another feedee overrode the fear eventually. She said that she had looked at herself in a bit of lingerie, "I could see my tummy had softened up so much all hint of my abs were gone and it was peaking over the little lacy waist. My boobs and butt were popping!" It was the most confident she had felt. "I pinched it" she said with a grin "oh my god it felt like getting struck by lightning, it was so soft and jiggly and my thighs, which were already starting to look like jello, started to FEEL like jello! I was shaking and....throbbing too". She had snapped photos from her most fattening angles and got started. "Only regret I have is that I tossed out all my old gym clothes as this sort of self declaration and then realized too late how hot it would have been to try them on again now that I've practically doubled my weight".
"It was scary but I embraced this part of me and became a feedee. It's who I am. And look at me now, look how soft I am! My figure has just gotten so round, every curve keeps filling in with more softness with every stuffing" she saw you drinking her in, studying every inch of her softness "You're just like me only more oblivious and little more afraid but you'll be my feedee...you'll be one soon by the looks of it...." she smiled "I've maybe gained a pound, tops, I'm still in pretty good shape!" you said smugly "Oh! is that right? when was your last workout?" - "Uhh...oooh...its been...." - "its hard to stay in shape when all you do is sit and stuff your face with stuffed crust pizza and don't forget the jelly donut you just ate" - "well, I have a fast metabolism!" Emily laughed at this "not fast enough to outrun your diet! not that you're in running shape anyway" - "I could still run, I just don't want to!" - "and what would you rather be doing?" you eyed the other jelly donut....
"Its just a matter of time really, you think that I'm going to be the piggy in this relationship...and well....you'll see" ...."just remember to be yourself" - "you seem quite confident" you said with a grin "what if you're the one who gains all the weight?" - she smirked and gave you a playful glare "Oh I intend to gain plenty, but babe....I know I'm right" - "how?" - "How? check your waistline thats how" she smiled "its almost the same!" - "mmmm is it?".
In days following that date you had texted almost non-stop. She was so captivating. The person and the feedee, both equally intoxicating. The conversation would steer in and out of feederism and every time it steered back you would feel a throbbing in your groin and an urge to stuff your face. Last night she had sent a belly teaser. She had sent a photo of herself fully clothed, sitting, but grabbing big handfuls of belly and said "wish these were your hands". You'd nearly made a mess in your pants. "Lets see your belly roll" she had said with a few laughing emojiis. You had told her that that's what you called it and she had found it highly amusing. You obliged, snapping a quick pic sitting down from a side angle "oooh I think a little ice cream made its way to your belly roll" - no way that could be true. It felt about the same as it had on that date. The voice in the back of your head reminded you that you had been bloated then and you were close to empty now....and yet they felt similar...why could that be?
The week continued slowly. Friday was a short day for you thankfully and you finished work early, work from home was a blessing. You sat on the couch and realized that you had missed all of you runs and couldn't remember your last one. Coffee with Emily was your most recent excuse. You were tired but you had made told yourself you were not going to exceed 200lbs and to keep yourself pretty fit. You got changed. There was no denying the tightness of the exercise clothes now. The thighs were snug and the waistband dug. Your usual running shirt was snug in the midsection and rode up, you could feel your belly roll poking out. Dreading the upcoming movement, you mustered all your willpower and got up and got going. You walked past the kitchen. You had ben & jerry's in that fridge.....you thought about it...a reward then..for the run.
Your lungs burned from the inactivity. You were huffing and puffing from the get go. You felt your waist ripple with each step and your thighs burned as they rubbed together. You were quickly out of breath. You stopped a quarter of the way through to catch your breath. Tried to start again but stopped. It was agony. You hadn't had a run that bad in ages. You stopped and caught your breath again. "Maybe I set a bad goal" you thought "What am I even doing here? this sucks and I could risk the belly roll" you thought. Running was never fun but now it was even worse, it could rob you of all the pleasure your belly roll was bringing you. You couldn't surpass 200 but the weight was to erotic to lose and had to be protected. Taking a walk instead might be better. A shorter one, just to prevent tipping the scales at 200. You walked home and straight to the kitchen and pulled out the Ben & Jerry's. You deserved a reward after that and this would certainly help prevent any weight loss from that stupid decision.
You answered a text from Emily who was finishing work. She asked what you were up to and you replied "rewarding myself" and sent a picture of the pint of ice cream. She sent some devil emojis and said "for what??" - "I tried to go for a run for the first time in ages and ....it didn't go well....needed a pick me up!" - "Why the fuck would you go running? You're in no condition to go running! thats just stupid! I think you need to finish that pint right now to make up for it!" - "I used to run a lot and I wanted to see how it would go! pretty dumb! and the whole pint?!?! I don't think I can eat the whole pint!" - "You have to now! thats what you get for running!" she said with a few devil emoji's. "I'll come over and help you if you want". That prospect excited you. Emily had only briefly been inside when she dropped you off from coffee. "Keep eating and I'll be over in a little while".
You obeyed. You cleaned yourself up first and then returned to the couch and watched TV. Working on the pint of cookie dough ice cream, to your surprise it was actually quite easy to finish. It was a pretty relaxing way to unwind on a Friday, you thought. Why hadn't you done something like this sooner? Emily arrived and brought provisions. "Happy Friday! can't believe you went for a run, I'm actually fuming" she said with a smile "running is bad for you, don't you know" she laughed and then said "so how did it go exactly?" - "well my lungs burned the whole way, I got so tired I had to stop multiple times, and I only made it about a quarter of the way through" Emily laughed at this "well I'm not surprised, you're not exactly in running shape anymore" - you laughed "Clearly not, but I never liked running, it was just something I did, I think I'm just going to take walks now at lunch" - "I like that better, but...just not to far...would want you to pull a muscle over straining yourself" she winked and you both laughed.
Emily now grinned and placed the bags down on your counter and walked over to you and kissed you. "I forgive you, just no more running ok?" She then rhythmically tapped each finger on your tummy and said "Now we're going to exercise my way - ooohh belly roll feels a little larger.....have you been indulging a little?" - "I'm just bloated" - "from indulging! you finished that whole pint I see! belly roll won't be getting any smaller today!" she laughed. "Dinner or desert first?"- "my sweet-tooth is on over drive right now so desert!" - "good! ok, I bought us each a pint of ice cream! we're both going to finish ours before dinner" - "BUT..I've already had most of a pint already!" - "and now you're going to have more!" - "I'd love to but I don't think I can" - "Oh my sweet summer child! you're about to learn" - she then emptied the ice cream into your blender, added some of the creamer she'd suggested "oooh I feel evil, I planted this little seed a couple days ago and it worked! because now we blend the ice cream in the creamer and make a deliciously thick milkshake! almost as thick as your waist will be".
You were impressed and taken aback. As the blender worked you saw Emilys soft body jiggle underneath her yoga pants. Her butt looked a bit rounder. "Emily, have you put on a little weight?" - she turned and smiled "was wondering if you'd notice - about a 1/4 inch around my belly and a 1/2 inch in my butt" - "you measure?" - "I sure do! I love to see the changes in my body - helps you really feel it!" she went on "its chemical too, you add this fat" - she jiggled her belly giving you a minor heart attack "..and it alters you, just a little fat makes you crave more, literally! you crave fatty foods! you're metabolism slows which causes you to store more fat which then makes you crave more and more! you end up chemically altered so that all your body wants to do is eat and store more fat! you then start losing muscle which makes you just want to sit and eat more". She slide the smoothie toward you "Its happening to you right now and you don't even know it....now drink up!" she said with a hypnotic note to her voice. You obeyed her. "Do you have a measuring tape? we should measure you!" - "I don't but I've already eaten quite a bit" - "right, well tomorrow at my place then!..drink!"
There was something erotic to her speech, it made you weak. Every time she said drink you looked down at the blended ice cream almost as if it were a potion she'd brewed to make you hers. Beneath you saw your belly roll poking out swollen and engorged. You were entranced by her soft fattened body laden today in the spandex yoga pants and form fitting t-shirt. She caught you looking at her plunging neckline and gently pressed her breasts together "drink" she gently commanded. You drank. Wave after wave of deliciousness hit your lips as you gulped down the treat. You had to catch you breath "isn't that better than running?" she said. The belly panel of her yoga pants was straining, her belly buttons imprint clearly visible. Her double chin wobbled as she said "Lets just indulge this weekend! whatever we want we eat -we eat it whatever it is! what do you say?" - "like a cheat meal weekend?" - "yah...just like that"... still a bit winded you smiled and nodded. You finished the bottle and leaned back. Emilys hand caressed your bulging belly roll "you should feel your belly, probably the last time it'll be hard".
Emily fed you all weekend. You had gone to the grocery store and filled the cart with "provisions". Emily kept a close eye on you during the search. Anything you stopped to stared at, like pop tarts, she had immediately grabbed. A glance at the donuts? "Stop thinking babe! just load up!". As you walked down the cookie aisle you stopped to look at the oreos, rolling her eyes Emily grabbed a box "wait! I'm looking for the double stuff" mollified Emily switched the two and gave a smile.
On Sunday evening things had begun to get hot and heavy with Emily. She put a quick end to it "Lets just keep it in our pants a little longer babe - lets just.....maybe tomorrow...when we go to my place, you'll see". You smiled at her and said "of course", took a deep breath, tried to think un-horny thoughts, and you both returned to your pizza. It had been the best weekend of your life. It was just so liberating to eat whatever you wanted. You felt unconstrained for the first time, You had watched your favorite shows, talked, and just generally been lazy. When you had gotten steamy with Emily you had nearly finished in your pants. It was clear that Emily had wanted to take the next step too. You wanted her and she wanted you, but there was reason she was waiting. You weren't totally sure yet. You had a feeling it had to do with Emily just wanting to make sure she had cast her spell over you. You were happy to submit. Her long red hair was where her magic had started but the soft expansive curves made you weak. So soft and round. Every inch layered with thick padding. You were her's to command. The weekend finally came to an end and as Emily left she gave you one last command "Come by as soon as you get off work, ok!" she gave you a soft kiss, winked, and as she closed the door behind her turned back and pressed her boobs together.
You woke up on Monday. Sliding your boxers on you noticed how snug they were. You looked down at yourself and saw the taught fabric straining at your thighs. You had to pick up your belly roll to see the waist. These must have shrunk in the dryer, but outgrown clothes were like feedee lingerie and they might get Emily excited. You kept them on, slid on your baggy sweatshirt, the sweats you used to workout in, and got your morning coffee. The day was a drag. Each minute crept by slowly as anticipation built. At lunch time you thought about your running route. Running? "never again" you said aloud. "I really should go for a walk" you thought. You walked downstairs and made it to the front door. "It looks a little chilly...hmmmmm...." you thought...Your box of goldfish sat on the counter looking far more appealing. "I'll walk tomorrow!" you thought. You grabbed the gold fish and made your way back upstairs to the office. You were slightly winded by the top step and only caught your breath once you sat down.
The end of the day came and you got into more appropriate clothing. Your jeans were very tight. They didn't need a belt, and the button dug a bit. You felt your midsection protruding unsupported... "uh oh" you thought "Did the dryer get these too?". The thighs were incredibly tight. You found that your favorite T-shirt was not long enough anymore and popped up if you reached for anything. There wasn't time, the anticipation was killing you. Outgrown clothes, even if they weren't really outgrown, were a turn on after all.
You made the quick drive over, heart pounding with excitement and seatbelt digging in uncomfortable. You rang the doorbell and Emily answered. She wore a spandex body suite that kissed every soft inch of her body. Your jaw dropped and your groin stiffened. The push up bra and plunging neckline teased massive breasts looking more like giant water balloons. The rolls at her side were far more noticeable, deep established folds of fat, and her belly bounced with each excited movement she made toward you. "Like it?" she said "it was worth the wait" you said as she grabbed you and pulled you inside and marched you in. You embraced passionately your hands started to explore but Emily quickly put a finger over your lips. "I like your outfit babe, showing off your gains?" - "they shrunk in the dryer, but I thought you'd like them anyway". Emily laughed at this "Sure they did...suuuure they did".
"Now we have one thing to do before we DO anything" she said giggling and running her fingers over your groin - "what?" you said. She grabbed her measuring tape that was sitting on the counter "we have a little goal setting to do babe" - "goals?" - "mhmm, despite you're obliviousness and denial you're without a doubt a feedee. You're not faking it and its VERY obvious to me you're not just any feedee you're my feedee" - "I'm all yours" you said in a low voice pulling Emily back in close "but a feedee? I know I'm a feeder" and now you gave her belly a rub. She bit her lips and moaned. "I dunno if I'm a feedee, I don't think I've done any gaining or stuffings". She smiled and rolled her eyes at this. "Gaining and stuffing is all you've done since you met me! When was the last time you stepped on the scale?" - "what was it? two or three weeks ago?" - "and you gave up exercising entirely, you're stuff your face with me, and you've been dating me. Thats three strikes! you weren't really fit to begin with....." and she raised her eyebrows - "well I must be oblivious because I think I look the same!" she laughed at that "Oh babe, lets just start here" she pointed at your chest "all that unsightly muscle you had...GONE!"...."and this..." hands running above the belly button "filled in thicker and softer" she gave a chefs kiss and then skipped down "your butt is round, like you got a booty now babe! and...honey..... just look at your thighs! they're bursting your inseam! and thats not even the best part.....The main event is..right...here" and she put both hands on either side of your navel, cupping it, and gave it a lift and you felt her hands sink into your midsection, for a split second providing the support your belt was no longer giving. All came crashing down as she let go of your middle and it cascaded down with a bounce and a jiggle. "That is aaaaaaall fat babe, beautiful luscious chub! and you're the one who put it there..." she said in teasing high pitched tone. "Because you gave in to your every desire and what was that desire exactly? ....to stuff your face silly and grow softer and softer and softer".... "you're well into your sexy dad bod era" she kissed you "come on, I'll prove it, step on the scale".
It read: 205.7 lbs. You felt shock run through you. 187 lbs to 205 nearly 206..."oh my...I've gained 18 pounds" - "18 pounds of what babe?" she said and pinched an inch of your soft belly fat "I'll give you a hint" and she grabbed handfuls of her own belly fat "there's plenty of it here". You grew warm and felt yourself grow hard. You looked at her and relaxed your belly. It quickly protruded outward, you rubbed it and it jiggled to your touch. Emily gave a squeal of delight. You were mesmerized. You had said not a pound over 200 but you'd blown past it. It felt so good, how could you stop? perhaps another 10 pounds, this was to erotic to stop, your mind set the contrasting paths before you: running and salads every day OR....this...with Emily...giving in...
"So....what do you think?" Emily said. What do I think? I don't know. "I...I just..." you were getting giddy, shaking a bit with excitement. Do I really want to go back to dieting and exercise? the thought of it drained you...10 more pounds of fun and indulgence then...that seemed the only way...but would that be enough time? Look how quickly these pounds had come...would that give you enough time? enough time to truly enjoy and explore this side of you? 10 seemed a bit quick. Emily could see the gears turning and started rubbing her own belly. Soft ripples visible through the tight spandex. "How bout uhhh...I'm 205..." - "don't sell yourself short, it might as well be 206" - "ok, 206, how about 216?" - "by the end of the week? with the way you eat? easy" she smirked "you won't stop there, we both know it". The voice in the back of your mind agreed with her. "Alright! except lets make it 217 because that will be your 30lbs gained milestone" she continued "oh and by the way, congrats on being officially overweight!". She bent and kissed your belly.
"I'm overweight really?" - "yep! I was keeping track for you! your BMI is 29.4 now and it was 26.8" - "what does that even mean?" - "well, it means you were destined to be a my little piggy" she laughed "you had some pesky muscle we had to overcome but your coming 'round" she gave an evil grin and she poked your belly "The real fun starts in about..." she paused running the numbers "in 4.3 lbs you'll be 210 and your BMI will hit 30! then....you'll be obese!". Her words excited you "that's it? 4 pounds and then I'll be obese! I don't even feel overweight! and I'm going to gain 11 more pounds?" - "well you did get winded going up your stairs yesterday" she reminded you. This was perfectly true, the stairs were getting more and more laborious. "A lot can happen in a short amount of time when you let yourself go". You saw yourself in Emily's mirror and almost didn't recognize yourself. A soft potbelly protruded from your navel with slight creases beginning to form at your side. It hung over your jeans slightly and there was no raising that waist band without risking a wardrobe malfunction. Your chest had softened and your pecs jiggled. You had an established double chin now. You sported the quintessential dad bod look. Exuding softness from every direction.
"Doesn't 217 seem like such a small goal babe?" she rubbed your belly now and smiled "you'll just barely scratch the surface and...since you're going to do it anyway...might as well see what obesity has to offer..."..."Well...how much do you weigh?" Emily smirked "more than you...for now......I've gained so much weight!" - and she ran her hands over her body the soft flesh rippling slightly "but I still want more...you're beginning to understand...10 pounds? that wont be enough, you'll want more and more...just like me" and she stepped on the scale: 256 lbs "Oooh I've gained a little relationship weight too! Where do you think it went?" she grinned and continued "can you picture me at 300?" - "300!?" you said with excitement hitting you "256 looks amazing on you, every inch, but 300....I think I'd have a heart attack... is your goal?" "For now" she said eye brows raised, biting her lip, and now hands on her hips "how do you think" she put her hands on your belly "it would look on you?" - you stammered at this "babe" she said in a sweet voice "you know you want it...so just give in".
Emily pulled you in giving you a long passionate kiss. She then marched you to the bedroom. Your belly plopped forward as Emily took off your pants. Her body jiggled and flowed out of her body suite. First the large melon breasts burst out as your unzipped and next her soft midsection flowed completely unsupported hanging forward, soft rolls at her side pleasantly accentuated her softness. Her thighs rippled as you pulled the body suit off her. Fully naked, the bead creaked and moaned at your combined weight. Emily rolled on her back ready to guide you in, but not yet, you were hungry. You gave her large breasts a gentle squeeze and kissed each nipple as you kissed your way down her body. Her soft belly jiggled at your lips. She moaned as you kissed each thigh. You wanted to taste her and taste her you did. She moaned as your tongue greedily began its work. She began to sweat. Her moaning got deeper and deeper. Her body stiffened as her body spasmed. Her thighs squeezed you for a moment and she caught her breath. She smiled at you, both breath and breasts still heaving. She pulled you back in, lips met, and she gave you gentle playful strokes before guiding you in. You slowly started to thrust, gently in and out, you weren't going to last long. You looked down and saw every part of Emily jiggling at your every thrust. Pleasure took you. Wave after wave hitting you as you exploded inside her. You collapsed next to her. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Emily looking at you, contented smile, her soft hand gently rubbing your tummy.
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Part 4 of my series! Hottest one yet! :)
The Slow Descent Part 4
Ok this is a LONG one...but I feel that its some of my better work! Maybe not as good as Three Day Switch was but good all the same.
Once more, I apologize for spelling and grammar. Its hard to write and edit horny.
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The smell of your coffee from the brewing pot filled your nostrils. You got up, slipped on your comfy clothes and poured a cup. You added a new creamer Emily had told you about which made the experience all the more delicious. Your head was still spinning from the date a few days ago. It had been exhilarating and confusing at the same time. For the first time you'd embraced this side of you and it felt like you were being embraced back. But as things got a little hot and heavy on that secluded park bench, still tasting of ice cream, Emily had said that you weren't ready to take it further yet. She had reassured you, quite a few times, as she saw the confusion in your eyes. She had kissed you and said not to worry, to trust her and to just be yourself. "But I am being myself" you had said which she giggled. She had then gone on to tell her story.
It had been yesterday over coffee, when Emily had made the creamer recommendation following the horrifying revelation that you were drinking you coffee black. She had opened up. She started out an athlete but quickly grew to hate it. She wanted to quit but played because of the expectations that she was now free from. She knew that she found fat irresistible early on but like you, hid it. She would see a characters on a tv show rapidly gain weight and feel a tingle between her thighs. She would picture herself large, soft, round, and imagine indulging in whatever she desired. Her thighs would tingle more. As she grew older she looked for someone to share this interest with. She had been exhilirated but terrified when she put on her first 15lbs. The next 15 were exciting, the following 30 were erotic. She said that her thirst only grew and she tried to find men sporting big round bellies that so titillate her. To her disappointment it was hard to find someone who shared this side of her.
She had finally done some exploration and found the feederism websites. Self discovery ---Things fell into place and she understood that she identified as both feedee and feeder. Masturbating to images online only satiated her for a while. She worried about outing herself on such a site, like you but the overwhelming desire to find another feedee overrode the fear eventually. She said that she had looked at herself in a bit of lingerie, "I could see my tummy had softened up so much all hint of my abs were gone and it was peaking over the little lacy waist. My boobs and butt were popping!" It was the most confident she had felt. "I pinched it" she said with a grin "oh my god it felt like getting struck by lightning, it was so soft and jiggly and my thighs, which were already starting to look like jello, started to FEEL like jello! I was shaking and....throbbing too". She had snapped photos from her most fattening angles and got started. "Only regret I have is that I tossed out all my old gym clothes as this sort of self declaration and then realized too late how hot it would have been to try them on again now that I've practically doubled my weight".
"It was scary but I embraced this part of me and became a feedee. It's who I am. And look at me now, look how soft I am! My figure has just gotten so round, every curve keeps filling in with more softness with every stuffing" she saw you drinking her in, studying every inch of her softness "You're just like me only more oblivious and little more afraid but you'll be my feedee...you'll be one soon by the looks of it...." she smiled "I've maybe gained a pound, tops, I'm still in pretty good shape!" you said smugly "Oh! is that right? when was your last workout?" - "Uhh...oooh...its been...." - "its hard to stay in shape when all you do is sit and stuff your face with stuffed crust pizza and don't forget the jelly donut you just ate" - "well, I have a fast metabolism!" Emily laughed at this "not fast enough to outrun your diet! not that you're in running shape anyway" - "I could still run, I just don't want to!" - "and what would you rather be doing?" you eyed the other jelly donut....
"Its just a matter of time really, you think that I'm going to be the piggy in this relationship...and well....you'll see" ...."just remember to be yourself" - "you seem quite confident" you said with a grin "what if you're the one who gains all the weight?" - she smirked and gave you a playful glare "Oh I intend to gain plenty, but babe....I know I'm right" - "how?" - "How? check your waistline thats how" she smiled "its almost the same!" - "mmmm is it?".
In days following that date you had texted almost non-stop. She was so captivating. The person and the feedee, both equally intoxicating. The conversation would steer in and out of feederism and every time it steered back you would feel a throbbing in your groin and an urge to stuff your face. Last night she had sent a belly teaser. She had sent a photo of herself fully clothed, sitting, but grabbing big handfuls of belly and said "wish these were your hands". You'd nearly made a mess in your pants. "Lets see your belly roll" she had said with a few laughing emojiis. You had told her that that's what you called it and she had found it highly amusing. You obliged, snapping a quick pic sitting down from a side angle "oooh I think a little ice cream made its way to your belly roll" - no way that could be true. It felt about the same as it had on that date. The voice in the back of your head reminded you that you had been bloated then and you were close to empty now....and yet they felt similar...why could that be?
The week continued slowly. Friday was a short day for you thankfully and you finished work early, work from home was a blessing. You sat on the couch and realized that you had missed all of you runs and couldn't remember your last one. Coffee with Emily was your most recent excuse. You were tired but you had made told yourself you were not going to exceed 200lbs and to keep yourself pretty fit. You got changed. There was no denying the tightness of the exercise clothes now. The thighs were snug and the waistband dug. Your usual running shirt was snug in the midsection and rode up, you could feel your belly roll poking out. Dreading the upcoming movement, you mustered all your willpower and got up and got going. You walked past the kitchen. You had ben & jerry's in that fridge.....you thought about it...a reward then..for the run.
Your lungs burned from the inactivity. You were huffing and puffing from the get go. You felt your waist ripple with each step and your thighs burned as they rubbed together. You were quickly out of breath. You stopped a quarter of the way through to catch your breath. Tried to start again but stopped. It was agony. You hadn't had a run that bad in ages. You stopped and caught your breath again. "Maybe I set a bad goal" you thought "What am I even doing here? this sucks and I could risk the belly roll" you thought. Running was never fun but now it was even worse, it could rob you of all the pleasure your belly roll was bringing you. You couldn't surpass 200 but the weight was to erotic to lose and had to be protected. Taking a walk instead might be better. A shorter one, just to prevent tipping the scales at 200. You walked home and straight to the kitchen and pulled out the Ben & Jerry's. You deserved a reward after that and this would certainly help prevent any weight loss from that stupid decision.
You answered a text from Emily who was finishing work. She asked what you were up to and you replied "rewarding myself" and sent a picture of the pint of ice cream. She sent some devil emojis and said "for what??" - "I tried to go for a run for the first time in ages and ....it didn't go well....needed a pick me up!" - "Why the fuck would you go running? You're in no condition to go running! thats just stupid! I think you need to finish that pint right now to make up for it!" - "I used to run a lot and I wanted to see how it would go! pretty dumb! and the whole pint?!?! I don't think I can eat the whole pint!" - "You have to now! thats what you get for running!" she said with a few devil emoji's. "I'll come over and help you if you want". That prospect excited you. Emily had only briefly been inside when she dropped you off from coffee. "Keep eating and I'll be over in a little while".
You obeyed. You cleaned yourself up first and then returned to the couch and watched TV. Working on the pint of cookie dough ice cream, to your surprise it was actually quite easy to finish. It was a pretty relaxing way to unwind on a Friday, you thought. Why hadn't you done something like this sooner? Emily arrived and brought provisions. "Happy Friday! can't believe you went for a run, I'm actually fuming" she said with a smile "running is bad for you, don't you know" she laughed and then said "so how did it go exactly?" - "well my lungs burned the whole way, I got so tired I had to stop multiple times, and I only made it about a quarter of the way through" Emily laughed at this "well I'm not surprised, you're not exactly in running shape anymore" - you laughed "Clearly not, but I never liked running, it was just something I did, I think I'm just going to take walks now at lunch" - "I like that better, but...just not to far...would want you to pull a muscle over straining yourself" she winked and you both laughed.
Emily now grinned and placed the bags down on your counter and walked over to you and kissed you. "I forgive you, just no more running ok?" She then rhythmically tapped each finger on your tummy and said "Now we're going to exercise my way - ooohh belly roll feels a little larger.....have you been indulging a little?" - "I'm just bloated" - "from indulging! you finished that whole pint I see! belly roll won't be getting any smaller today!" she laughed. "Dinner or desert first?"- "my sweet-tooth is on over drive right now so desert!" - "good! ok, I bought us each a pint of ice cream! we're both going to finish ours before dinner" - "BUT..I've already had most of a pint already!" - "and now you're going to have more!" - "I'd love to but I don't think I can" - "Oh my sweet summer child! you're about to learn" - she then emptied the ice cream into your blender, added some of the creamer she'd suggested "oooh I feel evil, I planted this little seed a couple days ago and it worked! because now we blend the ice cream in the creamer and make a deliciously thick milkshake! almost as thick as your waist will be".
You were impressed and taken aback. As the blender worked you saw Emilys soft body jiggle underneath her yoga pants. Her butt looked a bit rounder. "Emily, have you put on a little weight?" - she turned and smiled "was wondering if you'd notice - about a 1/4 inch around my belly and a 1/2 inch in my butt" - "you measure?" - "I sure do! I love to see the changes in my body - helps you really feel it!" she went on "its chemical too, you add this fat" - she jiggled her belly giving you a minor heart attack "..and it alters you, just a little fat makes you crave more, literally! you crave fatty foods! you're metabolism slows which causes you to store more fat which then makes you crave more and more! you end up chemically altered so that all your body wants to do is eat and store more fat! you then start losing muscle which makes you just want to sit and eat more". She slide the smoothie toward you "Its happening to you right now and you don't even know it....now drink up!" she said with a hypnotic note to her voice. You obeyed her. "Do you have a measuring tape? we should measure you!" - "I don't but I've already eaten quite a bit" - "right, well tomorrow at my place then!..drink!"
There was something erotic to her speech, it made you weak. Every time she said drink you looked down at the blended ice cream almost as if it were a potion she'd brewed to make you hers. Beneath you saw your belly roll poking out swollen and engorged. You were entranced by her soft fattened body laden today in the spandex yoga pants and form fitting t-shirt. She caught you looking at her plunging neckline and gently pressed her breasts together "drink" she gently commanded. You drank. Wave after wave of deliciousness hit your lips as you gulped down the treat. You had to catch you breath "isn't that better than running?" she said. The belly panel of her yoga pants was straining, her belly buttons imprint clearly visible. Her double chin wobbled as she said "Lets just indulge this weekend! whatever we want we eat -we eat it whatever it is! what do you say?" - "like a cheat meal weekend?" - "yah...just like that"... still a bit winded you smiled and nodded. You finished the bottle and leaned back. Emilys hand caressed your bulging belly roll "you should feel your belly, probably the last time it'll be hard".
Emily fed you all weekend. You had gone to the grocery store and filled the cart with "provisions". Emily kept a close eye on you during the search. Anything you stopped to stared at, like pop tarts, she had immediately grabbed. A glance at the donuts? "Stop thinking babe! just load up!". As you walked down the cookie aisle you stopped to look at the oreos, rolling her eyes Emily grabbed a box "wait! I'm looking for the double stuff" mollified Emily switched the two and gave a smile.
On Sunday evening things had begun to get hot and heavy with Emily. She put a quick end to it "Lets just keep it in our pants a little longer babe - lets just.....maybe tomorrow...when we go to my place, you'll see". You smiled at her and said "of course", took a deep breath, tried to think un-horny thoughts, and you both returned to your pizza. It had been the best weekend of your life. It was just so liberating to eat whatever you wanted. You felt unconstrained for the first time, You had watched your favorite shows, talked, and just generally been lazy. When you had gotten steamy with Emily you had nearly finished in your pants. It was clear that Emily had wanted to take the next step too. You wanted her and she wanted you, but there was reason she was waiting. You weren't totally sure yet. You had a feeling it had to do with Emily just wanting to make sure she had cast her spell over you. You were happy to submit. Her long red hair was where her magic had started but the soft expansive curves made you weak. So soft and round. Every inch layered with thick padding. You were her's to command. The weekend finally came to an end and as Emily left she gave you one last command "Come by as soon as you get off work, ok!" she gave you a soft kiss, winked, and as she closed the door behind her turned back and pressed her boobs together.
You woke up on Monday. Sliding your boxers on you noticed how snug they were. You looked down at yourself and saw the taught fabric straining at your thighs. You had to pick up your belly roll to see the waist. These must have shrunk in the dryer, but outgrown clothes were like feedee lingerie and they might get Emily excited. You kept them on, slid on your baggy sweatshirt, the sweats you used to workout in, and got your morning coffee. The day was a drag. Each minute crept by slowly as anticipation built. At lunch time you thought about your running route. Running? "never again" you said aloud. "I really should go for a walk" you thought. You walked downstairs and made it to the front door. "It looks a little chilly...hmmmmm...." you thought...Your box of goldfish sat on the counter looking far more appealing. "I'll walk tomorrow!" you thought. You grabbed the gold fish and made your way back upstairs to the office. You were slightly winded by the top step and only caught your breath once you sat down.
The end of the day came and you got into more appropriate clothing. Your jeans were very tight. They didn't need a belt, and the button dug a bit. You felt your midsection protruding unsupported... "uh oh" you thought "Did the dryer get these too?". The thighs were incredibly tight. You found that your favorite T-shirt was not long enough anymore and popped up if you reached for anything. There wasn't time, the anticipation was killing you. Outgrown clothes, even if they weren't really outgrown, were a turn on after all.
You made the quick drive over, heart pounding with excitement and seatbelt digging in uncomfortable. You rang the doorbell and Emily answered. She wore a spandex body suite that kissed every soft inch of her body. Your jaw dropped and your groin stiffened. The push up bra and plunging neckline teased massive breasts looking more like giant water balloons. The rolls at her side were far more noticeable, deep established folds of fat, and her belly bounced with each excited movement she made toward you. "Like it?" she said "it was worth the wait" you said as she grabbed you and pulled you inside and marched you in. You embraced passionately your hands started to explore but Emily quickly put a finger over your lips. "I like your outfit babe, showing off your gains?" - "they shrunk in the dryer, but I thought you'd like them anyway". Emily laughed at this "Sure they did...suuuure they did".
"Now we have one thing to do before we DO anything" she said giggling and running her fingers over your groin - "what?" you said. She grabbed her measuring tape that was sitting on the counter "we have a little goal setting to do babe" - "goals?" - "mhmm, despite you're obliviousness and denial you're without a doubt a feedee. You're not faking it and its VERY obvious to me you're not just any feedee you're my feedee" - "I'm all yours" you said in a low voice pulling Emily back in close "but a feedee? I know I'm a feeder" and now you gave her belly a rub. She bit her lips and moaned. "I dunno if I'm a feedee, I don't think I've done any gaining or stuffings". She smiled and rolled her eyes at this. "Gaining and stuffing is all you've done since you met me! When was the last time you stepped on the scale?" - "what was it? two or three weeks ago?" - "and you gave up exercising entirely, you're stuff your face with me, and you've been dating me. Thats three strikes! you weren't really fit to begin with....." and she raised her eyebrows - "well I must be oblivious because I think I look the same!" she laughed at that "Oh babe, lets just start here" she pointed at your chest "all that unsightly muscle you had...GONE!"...."and this..." hands running above the belly button "filled in thicker and softer" she gave a chefs kiss and then skipped down "your butt is round, like you got a booty now babe! and...honey..... just look at your thighs! they're bursting your inseam! and thats not even the best part.....The main event is..right...here" and she put both hands on either side of your navel, cupping it, and gave it a lift and you felt her hands sink into your midsection, for a split second providing the support your belt was no longer giving. All came crashing down as she let go of your middle and it cascaded down with a bounce and a jiggle. "That is aaaaaaall fat babe, beautiful luscious chub! and you're the one who put it there..." she said in teasing high pitched tone. "Because you gave in to your every desire and what was that desire exactly? ....to stuff your face silly and grow softer and softer and softer".... "you're well into your sexy dad bod era" she kissed you "come on, I'll prove it, step on the scale".
It read: 205.7 lbs. You felt shock run through you. 187 lbs to 205 nearly 206..."oh my...I've gained 18 pounds" - "18 pounds of what babe?" she said and pinched an inch of your soft belly fat "I'll give you a hint" and she grabbed handfuls of her own belly fat "there's plenty of it here". You grew warm and felt yourself grow hard. You looked at her and relaxed your belly. It quickly protruded outward, you rubbed it and it jiggled to your touch. Emily gave a squeal of delight. You were mesmerized. You had said not a pound over 200 but you'd blown past it. It felt so good, how could you stop? perhaps another 10 pounds, this was to erotic to stop, your mind set the contrasting paths before you: running and salads every day OR....this...with Emily...giving in...
"So....what do you think?" Emily said. What do I think? I don't know. "I...I just..." you were getting giddy, shaking a bit with excitement. Do I really want to go back to dieting and exercise? the thought of it drained you...10 more pounds of fun and indulgence then...that seemed the only way...but would that be enough time? Look how quickly these pounds had come...would that give you enough time? enough time to truly enjoy and explore this side of you? 10 seemed a bit quick. Emily could see the gears turning and started rubbing her own belly. Soft ripples visible through the tight spandex. "How bout uhhh...I'm 205..." - "don't sell yourself short, it might as well be 206" - "ok, 206, how about 216?" - "by the end of the week? with the way you eat? easy" she smirked "you won't stop there, we both know it". The voice in the back of your mind agreed with her. "Alright! except lets make it 217 because that will be your 30lbs gained milestone" she continued "oh and by the way, congrats on being officially overweight!". She bent and kissed your belly.
"I'm overweight really?" - "yep! I was keeping track for you! your BMI is 29.4 now and it was 26.8" - "what does that even mean?" - "well, it means you were destined to be a my little piggy" she laughed "you had some pesky muscle we had to overcome but your coming 'round" she gave an evil grin and she poked your belly "The real fun starts in about..." she paused running the numbers "in 4.3 lbs you'll be 210 and your BMI will hit 30! then....you'll be obese!". Her words excited you "that's it? 4 pounds and then I'll be obese! I don't even feel overweight! and I'm going to gain 11 more pounds?" - "well you did get winded going up your stairs yesterday" she reminded you. This was perfectly true, the stairs were getting more and more laborious. "A lot can happen in a short amount of time when you let yourself go". You saw yourself in Emily's mirror and almost didn't recognize yourself. A soft potbelly protruded from your navel with slight creases beginning to form at your side. It hung over your jeans slightly and there was no raising that waist band without risking a wardrobe malfunction. Your chest had softened and your pecs jiggled. You had an established double chin now. You sported the quintessential dad bod look. Exuding softness from every direction.
"Doesn't 217 seem like such a small goal babe?" she rubbed your belly now and smiled "you'll just barely scratch the surface and...since you're going to do it anyway...might as well see what obesity has to offer..."..."Well...how much do you weigh?" Emily smirked "more than you...for now......I've gained so much weight!" - and she ran her hands over her body the soft flesh rippling slightly "but I still want more...you're beginning to understand...10 pounds? that wont be enough, you'll want more and more...just like me" and she stepped on the scale: 256 lbs "Oooh I've gained a little relationship weight too! Where do you think it went?" she grinned and continued "can you picture me at 300?" - "300!?" you said with excitement hitting you "256 looks amazing on you, every inch, but 300....I think I'd have a heart attack... is your goal?" "For now" she said eye brows raised, biting her lip, and now hands on her hips "how do you think" she put her hands on your belly "it would look on you?" - you stammered at this "babe" she said in a sweet voice "you know you want it...so just give in".
Emily pulled you in giving you a long passionate kiss. She then marched you to the bedroom. Your belly plopped forward as Emily took off your pants. Her body jiggled and flowed out of her body suite. First the large melon breasts burst out as your unzipped and next her soft midsection flowed completely unsupported hanging forward, soft rolls at her side pleasantly accentuated her softness. Her thighs rippled as you pulled the body suit off her. Fully naked, the bead creaked and moaned at your combined weight. Emily rolled on her back ready to guide you in, but not yet, you were hungry. You gave her large breasts a gentle squeeze and kissed each nipple as you kissed your way down her body. Her soft belly jiggled at your lips. She moaned as you kissed each thigh. You wanted to taste her and taste her you did. She moaned as your tongue greedily began its work. She began to sweat. Her moaning got deeper and deeper. Her body stiffened as her body spasmed. Her thighs squeezed you for a moment and she caught her breath. She smiled at you, both breath and breasts still heaving. She pulled you back in, lips met, and she gave you gentle playful strokes before guiding you in. You slowly started to thrust, gently in and out, you weren't going to last long. You looked down and saw every part of Emily jiggling at your every thrust. Pleasure took you. Wave after wave hitting you as you exploded inside her. You collapsed next to her. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Emily looking at you, contented smile, her soft hand gently rubbing your tummy.
Anybody like fat fiction?
Part 4 of my series! Hottest one yet! :)
The Slow Descent Part 4
Ok this is a LONG one...but I feel that its some of my better work! Maybe not as good as Three Day Switch was but good all the same.
Once more, I apologize for spelling and grammar. Its hard to write and edit horny.
I'd love feedback! Let me know if you want a part 5! or should I just call them chapters?
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The smell of your coffee from the brewing pot filled your nostrils. You got up, slipped on your comfy clothes and poured a cup. You added a new creamer Emily had told you about which made the experience all the more delicious. Your head was still spinning from the date a few days ago. It had been exhilarating and confusing at the same time. For the first time you'd embraced this side of you and it felt like you were being embraced back. But as things got a little hot and heavy on that secluded park bench, still tasting of ice cream, Emily had said that you weren't ready to take it further yet. She had reassured you, quite a few times, as she saw the confusion in your eyes. She had kissed you and said not to worry, to trust her and to just be yourself. "But I am being myself" you had said which she giggled. She had then gone on to tell her story.
It had been yesterday over coffee, when Emily had made the creamer recommendation following the horrifying revelation that you were drinking you coffee black. She had opened up. She started out an athlete but quickly grew to hate it. She wanted to quit but played because of the expectations that she was now free from. She knew that she found fat irresistible early on but like you, hid it. She would see a characters on a tv show rapidly gain weight and feel a tingle between her thighs. She would picture herself large, soft, round, and imagine indulging in whatever she desired. Her thighs would tingle more. As she grew older she looked for someone to share this interest with. She had been exhilirated but terrified when she put on her first 15lbs. The next 15 were exciting, the following 30 were erotic. She said that her thirst only grew and she tried to find men sporting big round bellies that so titillate her. To her disappointment it was hard to find someone who shared this side of her.
She had finally done some exploration and found the feederism websites. Self discovery ---Things fell into place and she understood that she identified as both feedee and feeder. Masturbating to images online only satiated her for a while. She worried about outing herself on such a site, like you but the overwhelming desire to find another feedee overrode the fear eventually. She said that she had looked at herself in a bit of lingerie, "I could see my tummy had softened up so much all hint of my abs were gone and it was peaking over the little lacy waist. My boobs and butt were popping!" It was the most confident she had felt. "I pinched it" she said with a grin "oh my god it felt like getting struck by lightning, it was so soft and jiggly and my thighs, which were already starting to look like jello, started to FEEL like jello! I was shaking and....throbbing too". She had snapped photos from her most fattening angles and got started. "Only regret I have is that I tossed out all my old gym clothes as this sort of self declaration and then realized too late how hot it would have been to try them on again now that I've practically doubled my weight".
"It was scary but I embraced this part of me and became a feedee. It's who I am. And look at me now, look how soft I am! My figure has just gotten so round, every curve keeps filling in with more softness with every stuffing" she saw you drinking her in, studying every inch of her softness "You're just like me only more oblivious and little more afraid but you'll be my feedee...you'll be one soon by the looks of it...." she smiled "I've maybe gained a pound, tops, I'm still in pretty good shape!" you said smugly "Oh! is that right? when was your last workout?" - "Uhh...oooh...its been...." - "its hard to stay in shape when all you do is sit and stuff your face with stuffed crust pizza and don't forget the jelly donut you just ate" - "well, I have a fast metabolism!" Emily laughed at this "not fast enough to outrun your diet! not that you're in running shape anyway" - "I could still run, I just don't want to!" - "and what would you rather be doing?" you eyed the other jelly donut....
"Its just a matter of time really, you think that I'm going to be the piggy in this relationship...and well....you'll see" ...."just remember to be yourself" - "you seem quite confident" you said with a grin "what if you're the one who gains all the weight?" - she smirked and gave you a playful glare "Oh I intend to gain plenty, but babe....I know I'm right" - "how?" - "How? check your waistline thats how" she smiled "its almost the same!" - "mmmm is it?".
In days following that date you had texted almost non-stop. She was so captivating. The person and the feedee, both equally intoxicating. The conversation would steer in and out of feederism and every time it steered back you would feel a throbbing in your groin and an urge to stuff your face. Last night she had sent a belly teaser. She had sent a photo of herself fully clothed, sitting, but grabbing big handfuls of belly and said "wish these were your hands". You'd nearly made a mess in your pants. "Lets see your belly roll" she had said with a few laughing emojiis. You had told her that that's what you called it and she had found it highly amusing. You obliged, snapping a quick pic sitting down from a side angle "oooh I think a little ice cream made its way to your belly roll" - no way that could be true. It felt about the same as it had on that date. The voice in the back of your head reminded you that you had been bloated then and you were close to empty now....and yet they felt similar...why could that be?
The week continued slowly. Friday was a short day for you thankfully and you finished work early, work from home was a blessing. You sat on the couch and realized that you had missed all of you runs and couldn't remember your last one. Coffee with Emily was your most recent excuse. You were tired but you had made told yourself you were not going to exceed 200lbs and to keep yourself pretty fit. You got changed. There was no denying the tightness of the exercise clothes now. The thighs were snug and the waistband dug. Your usual running shirt was snug in the midsection and rode up, you could feel your belly roll poking out. Dreading the upcoming movement, you mustered all your willpower and got up and got going. You walked past the kitchen. You had ben & jerry's in that fridge.....you thought about it...a reward then..for the run.
Your lungs burned from the inactivity. You were huffing and puffing from the get go. You felt your waist ripple with each step and your thighs burned as they rubbed together. You were quickly out of breath. You stopped a quarter of the way through to catch your breath. Tried to start again but stopped. It was agony. You hadn't had a run that bad in ages. You stopped and caught your breath again. "Maybe I set a bad goal" you thought "What am I even doing here? this sucks and I could risk the belly roll" you thought. Running was never fun but now it was even worse, it could rob you of all the pleasure your belly roll was bringing you. You couldn't surpass 200 but the weight was to erotic to lose and had to be protected. Taking a walk instead might be better. A shorter one, just to prevent tipping the scales at 200. You walked home and straight to the kitchen and pulled out the Ben & Jerry's. You deserved a reward after that and this would certainly help prevent any weight loss from that stupid decision.
You answered a text from Emily who was finishing work. She asked what you were up to and you replied "rewarding myself" and sent a picture of the pint of ice cream. She sent some devil emojis and said "for what??" - "I tried to go for a run for the first time in ages and ....it didn't go well....needed a pick me up!" - "Why the fuck would you go running? You're in no condition to go running! thats just stupid! I think you need to finish that pint right now to make up for it!" - "I used to run a lot and I wanted to see how it would go! pretty dumb! and the whole pint?!?! I don't think I can eat the whole pint!" - "You have to now! thats what you get for running!" she said with a few devil emoji's. "I'll come over and help you if you want". That prospect excited you. Emily had only briefly been inside when she dropped you off from coffee. "Keep eating and I'll be over in a little while".
You obeyed. You cleaned yourself up first and then returned to the couch and watched TV. Working on the pint of cookie dough ice cream, to your surprise it was actually quite easy to finish. It was a pretty relaxing way to unwind on a Friday, you thought. Why hadn't you done something like this sooner? Emily arrived and brought provisions. "Happy Friday! can't believe you went for a run, I'm actually fuming" she said with a smile "running is bad for you, don't you know" she laughed and then said "so how did it go exactly?" - "well my lungs burned the whole way, I got so tired I had to stop multiple times, and I only made it about a quarter of the way through" Emily laughed at this "well I'm not surprised, you're not exactly in running shape anymore" - you laughed "Clearly not, but I never liked running, it was just something I did, I think I'm just going to take walks now at lunch" - "I like that better, but...just not to far...would want you to pull a muscle over straining yourself" she winked and you both laughed.
Emily now grinned and placed the bags down on your counter and walked over to you and kissed you. "I forgive you, just no more running ok?" She then rhythmically tapped each finger on your tummy and said "Now we're going to exercise my way - ooohh belly roll feels a little larger.....have you been indulging a little?" - "I'm just bloated" - "from indulging! you finished that whole pint I see! belly roll won't be getting any smaller today!" she laughed. "Dinner or desert first?"- "my sweet-tooth is on over drive right now so desert!" - "good! ok, I bought us each a pint of ice cream! we're both going to finish ours before dinner" - "BUT..I've already had most of a pint already!" - "and now you're going to have more!" - "I'd love to but I don't think I can" - "Oh my sweet summer child! you're about to learn" - she then emptied the ice cream into your blender, added some of the creamer she'd suggested "oooh I feel evil, I planted this little seed a couple days ago and it worked! because now we blend the ice cream in the creamer and make a deliciously thick milkshake! almost as thick as your waist will be".
You were impressed and taken aback. As the blender worked you saw Emilys soft body jiggle underneath her yoga pants. Her butt looked a bit rounder. "Emily, have you put on a little weight?" - she turned and smiled "was wondering if you'd notice - about a 1/4 inch around my belly and a 1/2 inch in my butt" - "you measure?" - "I sure do! I love to see the changes in my body - helps you really feel it!" she went on "its chemical too, you add this fat" - she jiggled her belly giving you a minor heart attack "..and it alters you, just a little fat makes you crave more, literally! you crave fatty foods! you're metabolism slows which causes you to store more fat which then makes you crave more and more! you end up chemically altered so that all your body wants to do is eat and store more fat! you then start losing muscle which makes you just want to sit and eat more". She slide the smoothie toward you "Its happening to you right now and you don't even know it....now drink up!" she said with a hypnotic note to her voice. You obeyed her. "Do you have a measuring tape? we should measure you!" - "I don't but I've already eaten quite a bit" - "right, well tomorrow at my place then!..drink!"
There was something erotic to her speech, it made you weak. Every time she said drink you looked down at the blended ice cream almost as if it were a potion she'd brewed to make you hers. Beneath you saw your belly roll poking out swollen and engorged. You were entranced by her soft fattened body laden today in the spandex yoga pants and form fitting t-shirt. She caught you looking at her plunging neckline and gently pressed her breasts together "drink" she gently commanded. You drank. Wave after wave of deliciousness hit your lips as you gulped down the treat. You had to catch you breath "isn't that better than running?" she said. The belly panel of her yoga pants was straining, her belly buttons imprint clearly visible. Her double chin wobbled as she said "Lets just indulge this weekend! whatever we want we eat -we eat it whatever it is! what do you say?" - "like a cheat meal weekend?" - "yah...just like that"... still a bit winded you smiled and nodded. You finished the bottle and leaned back. Emilys hand caressed your bulging belly roll "you should feel your belly, probably the last time it'll be hard".
Emily fed you all weekend. You had gone to the grocery store and filled the cart with "provisions". Emily kept a close eye on you during the search. Anything you stopped to stared at, like pop tarts, she had immediately grabbed. A glance at the donuts? "Stop thinking babe! just load up!". As you walked down the cookie aisle you stopped to look at the oreos, rolling her eyes Emily grabbed a box "wait! I'm looking for the double stuff" mollified Emily switched the two and gave a smile.
On Sunday evening things had begun to get hot and heavy with Emily. She put a quick end to it "Lets just keep it in our pants a little longer babe - lets just.....maybe tomorrow...when we go to my place, you'll see". You smiled at her and said "of course", took a deep breath, tried to think un-horny thoughts, and you both returned to your pizza. It had been the best weekend of your life. It was just so liberating to eat whatever you wanted. You felt unconstrained for the first time, You had watched your favorite shows, talked, and just generally been lazy. When you had gotten steamy with Emily you had nearly finished in your pants. It was clear that Emily had wanted to take the next step too. You wanted her and she wanted you, but there was reason she was waiting. You weren't totally sure yet. You had a feeling it had to do with Emily just wanting to make sure she had cast her spell over you. You were happy to submit. Her long red hair was where her magic had started but the soft expansive curves made you weak. So soft and round. Every inch layered with thick padding. You were her's to command. The weekend finally came to an end and as Emily left she gave you one last command "Come by as soon as you get off work, ok!" she gave you a soft kiss, winked, and as she closed the door behind her turned back and pressed her boobs together.
You woke up on Monday. Sliding your boxers on you noticed how snug they were. You looked down at yourself and saw the taught fabric straining at your thighs. You had to pick up your belly roll to see the waist. These must have shrunk in the dryer, but outgrown clothes were like feedee lingerie and they might get Emily excited. You kept them on, slid on your baggy sweatshirt, the sweats you used to workout in, and got your morning coffee. The day was a drag. Each minute crept by slowly as anticipation built. At lunch time you thought about your running route. Running? "never again" you said aloud. "I really should go for a walk" you thought. You walked downstairs and made it to the front door. "It looks a little chilly...hmmmmm...." you thought...Your box of goldfish sat on the counter looking far more appealing. "I'll walk tomorrow!" you thought. You grabbed the gold fish and made your way back upstairs to the office. You were slightly winded by the top step and only caught your breath once you sat down.
The end of the day came and you got into more appropriate clothing. Your jeans were very tight. They didn't need a belt, and the button dug a bit. You felt your midsection protruding unsupported... "uh oh" you thought "Did the dryer get these too?". The thighs were incredibly tight. You found that your favorite T-shirt was not long enough anymore and popped up if you reached for anything. There wasn't time, the anticipation was killing you. Outgrown clothes, even if they weren't really outgrown, were a turn on after all.
You made the quick drive over, heart pounding with excitement and seatbelt digging in uncomfortable. You rang the doorbell and Emily answered. She wore a spandex body suite that kissed every soft inch of her body. Your jaw dropped and your groin stiffened. The push up bra and plunging neckline teased massive breasts looking more like giant water balloons. The rolls at her side were far more noticeable, deep established folds of fat, and her belly bounced with each excited movement she made toward you. "Like it?" she said "it was worth the wait" you said as she grabbed you and pulled you inside and marched you in. You embraced passionately your hands started to explore but Emily quickly put a finger over your lips. "I like your outfit babe, showing off your gains?" - "they shrunk in the dryer, but I thought you'd like them anyway". Emily laughed at this "Sure they did...suuuure they did".
"Now we have one thing to do before we DO anything" she said giggling and running her fingers over your groin - "what?" you said. She grabbed her measuring tape that was sitting on the counter "we have a little goal setting to do babe" - "goals?" - "mhmm, despite you're obliviousness and denial you're without a doubt a feedee. You're not faking it and its VERY obvious to me you're not just any feedee you're my feedee" - "I'm all yours" you said in a low voice pulling Emily back in close "but a feedee? I know I'm a feeder" and now you gave her belly a rub. She bit her lips and moaned. "I dunno if I'm a feedee, I don't think I've done any gaining or stuffings". She smiled and rolled her eyes at this. "Gaining and stuffing is all you've done since you met me! When was the last time you stepped on the scale?" - "what was it? two or three weeks ago?" - "and you gave up exercising entirely, you're stuff your face with me, and you've been dating me. Thats three strikes! you weren't really fit to begin with....." and she raised her eyebrows - "well I must be oblivious because I think I look the same!" she laughed at that "Oh babe, lets just start here" she pointed at your chest "all that unsightly muscle you had...GONE!"...."and this..." hands running above the belly button "filled in thicker and softer" she gave a chefs kiss and then skipped down "your butt is round, like you got a booty now babe! and...honey..... just look at your thighs! they're bursting your inseam! and thats not even the best part.....The main event is..right...here" and she put both hands on either side of your navel, cupping it, and gave it a lift and you felt her hands sink into your midsection, for a split second providing the support your belt was no longer giving. All came crashing down as she let go of your middle and it cascaded down with a bounce and a jiggle. "That is aaaaaaall fat babe, beautiful luscious chub! and you're the one who put it there..." she said in teasing high pitched tone. "Because you gave in to your every desire and what was that desire exactly? ....to stuff your face silly and grow softer and softer and softer".... "you're well into your sexy dad bod era" she kissed you "come on, I'll prove it, step on the scale".
It read: 205.7 lbs. You felt shock run through you. 187 lbs to 205 nearly 206..."oh my...I've gained 18 pounds" - "18 pounds of what babe?" she said and pinched an inch of your soft belly fat "I'll give you a hint" and she grabbed handfuls of her own belly fat "there's plenty of it here". You grew warm and felt yourself grow hard. You looked at her and relaxed your belly. It quickly protruded outward, you rubbed it and it jiggled to your touch. Emily gave a squeal of delight. You were mesmerized. You had said not a pound over 200 but you'd blown past it. It felt so good, how could you stop? perhaps another 10 pounds, this was to erotic to stop, your mind set the contrasting paths before you: running and salads every day OR....this...with Emily...giving in...
"So....what do you think?" Emily said. What do I think? I don't know. "I...I just..." you were getting giddy, shaking a bit with excitement. Do I really want to go back to dieting and exercise? the thought of it drained you...10 more pounds of fun and indulgence then...that seemed the only way...but would that be enough time? Look how quickly these pounds had come...would that give you enough time? enough time to truly enjoy and explore this side of you? 10 seemed a bit quick. Emily could see the gears turning and started rubbing her own belly. Soft ripples visible through the tight spandex. "How bout uhhh...I'm 205..." - "don't sell yourself short, it might as well be 206" - "ok, 206, how about 216?" - "by the end of the week? with the way you eat? easy" she smirked "you won't stop there, we both know it". The voice in the back of your mind agreed with her. "Alright! except lets make it 217 because that will be your 30lbs gained milestone" she continued "oh and by the way, congrats on being officially overweight!". She bent and kissed your belly.
"I'm overweight really?" - "yep! I was keeping track for you! your BMI is 29.4 now and it was 26.8" - "what does that even mean?" - "well, it means you were destined to be a my little piggy" she laughed "you had some pesky muscle we had to overcome but your coming 'round" she gave an evil grin and she poked your belly "The real fun starts in about..." she paused running the numbers "in 4.3 lbs you'll be 210 and your BMI will hit 30! then....you'll be obese!". Her words excited you "that's it? 4 pounds and then I'll be obese! I don't even feel overweight! and I'm going to gain 11 more pounds?" - "well you did get winded going up your stairs yesterday" she reminded you. This was perfectly true, the stairs were getting more and more laborious. "A lot can happen in a short amount of time when you let yourself go". You saw yourself in Emily's mirror and almost didn't recognize yourself. A soft potbelly protruded from your navel with slight creases beginning to form at your side. It hung over your jeans slightly and there was no raising that waist band without risking a wardrobe malfunction. Your chest had softened and your pecs jiggled. You had an established double chin now. You sported the quintessential dad bod look. Exuding softness from every direction.
"Doesn't 217 seem like such a small goal babe?" she rubbed your belly now and smiled "you'll just barely scratch the surface and...since you're going to do it anyway...might as well see what obesity has to offer..."..."Well...how much do you weigh?" Emily smirked "more than you...for now......I've gained so much weight!" - and she ran her hands over her body the soft flesh rippling slightly "but I still want more...you're beginning to understand...10 pounds? that wont be enough, you'll want more and more...just like me" and she stepped on the scale: 256 lbs "Oooh I've gained a little relationship weight too! Where do you think it went?" she grinned and continued "can you picture me at 300?" - "300!?" you said with excitement hitting you "256 looks amazing on you, every inch, but 300....I think I'd have a heart attack... is your goal?" "For now" she said eye brows raised, biting her lip, and now hands on her hips "how do you think" she put her hands on your belly "it would look on you?" - you stammered at this "babe" she said in a sweet voice "you know you want it...so just give in".
Emily pulled you in giving you a long passionate kiss. She then marched you to the bedroom. Your belly plopped forward as Emily took off your pants. Her body jiggled and flowed out of her body suite. First the large melon breasts burst out as your unzipped and next her soft midsection flowed completely unsupported hanging forward, soft rolls at her side pleasantly accentuated her softness. Her thighs rippled as you pulled the body suit off her. Fully naked, the bead creaked and moaned at your combined weight. Emily rolled on her back ready to guide you in, but not yet, you were hungry. You gave her large breasts a gentle squeeze and kissed each nipple as you kissed your way down her body. Her soft belly jiggled at your lips. She moaned as you kissed each thigh. You wanted to taste her and taste her you did. She moaned as your tongue greedily began its work. She began to sweat. Her moaning got deeper and deeper. Her body stiffened as her body spasmed. Her thighs squeezed you for a moment and she caught her breath. She smiled at you, both breath and breasts still heaving. She pulled you back in, lips met, and she gave you gentle playful strokes before guiding you in. You slowly started to thrust, gently in and out, you weren't going to last long. You looked down and saw every part of Emily jiggling at your every thrust. Pleasure took you. Wave after wave hitting you as you exploded inside her. You collapsed next to her. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Emily looking at you, contented smile, her soft hand gently rubbing your tummy.
I love seeing those early signs of actually becoming fat
Seeing your tight abs soften up and melt into a pudgy gut that just pokes out a little too far to be unnoticed.
Seeing you struggle with your cute t-shirts riding up, reavealing a sneaky sliver of pudgy belly poking out. Those first few weeks were the cutest thing, you just never had to worry about that before, and it took more than just a few horrified stares to make you finally snap out of your denial and realise that you got fat.
Seeing your V shape back lose its shape, softening up, plumping out. Those defined curves getting replaced by chunky rolls stacking up on top of each other.
Seeing your waistline become… non-existent, just a round belly with soft love handles stacked up on top
Seeing how you just look so much…bigger! A few months ago you had a pot belly but still had a small frame. But now? There’s just so much more of you. You take up more space. You’ve become slower. Moving around in bed just takes bit more effort and makes you puffed out
You got fat
You got fat.
The Slow Descent Part 3
This is a longer one! A much longer one! I wanted to flesh out my story more and so here it is! Please enjoy!
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You could feel the elastic of your shorts dig as you got your trainers on. It was an overcast evening but still light out enough to get a jog in. Work had gone on longer than usual today. A nice stress relief was needed. You walked to your usual start point and started your jog. It was getting tougher to get going even though the route was the same as always. Your breathing heavy, sweat dripping, you decided to do the short route today and try to build back to the longer one later. You needed to build that consistency again. "But not too consistent" the voice in the back of you mind said. The slight roundness that had crept in around your waist had led to the most erotic evenings in recent memory and it must be protected. You just needed a little balance. You had stepped on the scale to find that it read 192 lbs. Up about 5 lbs and only up 1lb since last week so you were still safe.
Gain 5lbs, have a little fun, and then lose it. That was the plan.
You got home and cleaned yourself up. Your nightly ritual had changed in the recent weeks and instead of browsing dating apps while watching TV you browsed all feedee content. You logged in to your profile to check to see if Emily had posted any updates. You had gone on to get to know each other a bit and developed a bit of flirtatious friendship. She seemed to have found a partner though and the messages were becoming fewer and further apart. All expected but left you with that loneliness once more. She had understood you and the love of food and all things that jiggle. She was working toward a 50 lb gain, you thought about how that must feel. Not just from the admirers perspective but from hers, how did it feel to have that much jiggling fat on you? to just give in and eat to your hearts content, knowing that every bite will end up resting in some unknown part of your body? thickening and jiggling, weighing you down. You got hard thinking about it.
You couldn't go back to the dating apps. It wouldn't be fair keep going out with thin women. You needed to find a thicker, preferably fatter, woman who you could connect. But would it be enough to date a thicker woman? what if she didn't share your enthusiasm for her larger figure? It wouldn't be fair to those women either. The solution was right in front of you. You had known the whole time. A mixture of fear and excitement hit you as you finally used the location feature on the site.
You were pleasantly surprised to find that there were quite a few feedee/feeder women in your area who shared your...appetite...for softness. You scrolled unsure of how to go about this. Dating apps and sites felt like a meat market but it was also far more simple, just swipe right or left. You were saved any further dilemma quickly. In the second row was a profile who had already followed you. You wondered how you had missed this one, you didn't exactly have a large profile to begin with. You chalked it up to being more attentive toward Emily. Much like you she had a generic username that expressed a love of....bellies. You clicked on her profile picture. She, like you, only wanted to show her midsection. Something you could sympathize with. She sported a well established belly that curved forward and spilled over her high waisted jeans. She gave off the vibe of a woman who proud of every inch she gained and wanted to show it off. And she had gained more than a few inches. Her thin belt strap pulled tight created a muffin top effect that was highly alluring. Her white shirt tucked in, was pulled taught by the her lovehandles as they spilled from her sides completing the spare tire appearance. You pictured how it might be if she had only lowered that waist band but a few inches. A bowl of jello would have likely plopped out jiggling around her belly button.
Not to be outdone, she donned a top with a generous neckline. Generous was a good word for it. Her ample chest may not have stolen the show, a part reserved for her soft belly, but her breasts bulged effortlessly against a shirt that was clearly straining against her girth. She exuded softness. What could be see of her arms showed no signs of muscle, as if the only lifting they did was at the dinner table. Generous thighs expanded before being cut off by the boundary of the photo. In your minds eye you could picture rounded thighs that jiggled with each step and an even larger butt laden with a few stretch marks from recent indulgences.
You followed her back. Your heart pounded as you clicked the message icon. What do you even say? "Hey nice belly? how much weight have you gained?" you muttered to yourself in mock tone. You thought for moment. This was your new dating, this was it. Scary as it was to do something new, you couldn't go back. Not without at least trying this first. The thought felt strangely calming. You read her profile, which talked mostly about how good it felt to gain and she wanted someone to do it with. An interesting prospect. A brainwave hit you. Talking about food had always been exciting, a little too exciting. If it was like that for you then theres a chance it could be that way for her. You messaged her a polite "hey, how are you" and decided to wait to see if she responded, ready with a foodie flirting. The idea made you giddy.
15 minutes or so passed. You snacked on leftover pizza that Emily had influenced you to buy. It was funny, the last two women you had spoken with in a remotely romantic or flirtatious context were both named Emily. You wondered if there was any meaning to that when DING! and your heart skipped a beat. "Hey!!! I'm good! having dinner, how are you?" - "good, doing the same thing actually! leftover stuffed crust pizza! what are you having?" - "oh that sounds good! make sure you eat all of it ;) and I'm just having chicken tenders from JJ's" - "Don't worry, Its almost all gone - JJ's good but the wing shop is way better!" - "no way! the sauce is so much better at JJs". The back and forth went on for a couple minutes and you found yourself having fun arguing over the best place to get chicken tenders, of all things, in town. "So I gotta ask, your profile says you've had this account for years but your picture is just from a few weeks ago? what changed?"
"Yah, I was a lurker for a while and it just wasn't enough" you thought of Emily "I was just pushing this part of myself down but couldnt shake it, so I'm experimenting" you hovered over send. "experimenting" was that to noncommittal? was that disrespectful? was this an experiment? no you thought. You rewrote: "I was repressing it and in denial for so long, just coming on here as a lurker to try to satisfy the urge but its only grown. I'd go out on dates with thin women and picture them with an extra 50 pounds. I couldn't keep wasting their time and mine. So I'm giving this a try" - you felt that sounded somewhat pleading, oversharing, but it was honest. You hit send. Ding! She responded with an eyebrow raised emoji "Well you won't have to do that with me, I promise you. I've got plenty of extra padding. I hope 30 lbs is enough for you" - then she followed up with "but you better not waste my time either". A rollercoaster hit you, first the 30 lbs of extra jiggle on her body made you weak but the warning made you straighten up a little. "Lets go out then, meet up on a date, I'll pay" you offered. She didn't agree just yet, but she gave her number and said to text her.
You texted her immediately, wondering if it was a little too excited. She asked your actual name - which was a funny reminder that you only knew each other by your screen names. You swapped info. Her name was Brittany and while neither of you got into specifics yet you found out that you only lived about 15 minutes apart. "Ok shy boy, I want to see your face - so here's mine". An image of beautiful red headed woman graced your screen. She had brown eyes and a slight sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks. Your suspicion that she was likely soft all over was correct. She had the slightest double chin blossoming underneath a softened jawline and chubby cheeks. You smiled and happily obliged. "Awww your cute! you should grow out your beard a little" - "Ok, so how about JJ's tomorrow then? A date and an education on the best wings!" she asked. Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't been this excited for a date in ages...if ever? You confirmed and leaned back in your chair elated. BUZZ "Come hungry! oh and cute starter belly btw ;)".
Getting ready for date with a feedee woman felt different. Usually you dressed to cover up your small belly roll and accentuate your broad shoulders and chest. Today that felt like a mistake. You donned your slim fitting dark blue jeans that you usually hiked up. You put on your belt but let it sit low. You tucked in your favorite short sleeve button up and checked the mirror. It was interesting. Your chest and shoulder still gave their broad appearance as usual but now the eyes were drawn south. The bulge at your belt buckle betrayed the softness below. You felt unsupported and realized how much you'd relied on that belt. You took a deep breath and made your way to the car. You could feel a small jiggle as you walked down the stairs. You sat down in the uber and felt yourself spill over the belt buckle.
You heart pounded with excitement and anticipation as you arrived and walked in. She wasn't here yet. You checked your phone to see if she had texted but just then a red headed woman walked in an smiled at you. "Heeey!" you both said somewhat awkwardly and hugged. She smelled of flowery perfume. You felt yourself grow flushed as your hands gently pressed her soft back. She was softer in person. She too wore jeans but like you she was showing off a bit. A large belt buckle could be seen digging in to her belly button. A black leather coat covered the rest. Ample cleavage teased you. You'd been right about her thighs, they were soft and expansive. She seemed to carry most of her luscious weight in ass and thighs. But she clearly wanted to show off the curves of her middle.
She grinned at you and you saw that she too looked flushed. "You look amazing" you said "yah?" - "better than your pictures!" you said "well same to you" and both of you were red now. You ordered and found a secluded table. "You're about to learn! its about the sauce here" she pushed a cup toward you "its my favorite...cheat meal...lets say" she said with a smirk. Feedee flirting for real now, it made your heart pound. "I've been on a bit of a pizza kick lately" - "I can tell" she said. You looked up at her and she smirked again, raised her eyebrows, and pointedly looked down toward the table in the direction of your waist. "Pants fitting a little snug?" she giggled and you felt your cheeks get hot. "I just got them out the dryer, they haven't stretched back out yet" - "well you better stretch them out then!" and she pushed your basket of chicken a bit closer to you. You dipped the salty and savory tender in the sauce and took a large bite. Emily smirked. You smirked back at her "you're one to talk" and you leaned in "that belt looks like its struggling a bit, on its last hole?"
She leaned in "Does that excite you? you picturing the buckle bursting?" she did a quick scan around the the restaurant. Emily then leaned back in her seat and allowed her jacket to fall open. Behind her straining belt was a large soft roll of poundage that spilled out over her entire circumference. She gave it a small pinch and leaned back in she laughed and say "you don't have to imagine me 50 pounds heavier, you just have to wait". Your body turned to jello with one exception down south which was throbbing. You were red and breathing heavy. Emily was enjoying the effect she had created. "Yah, you've got it alright" she, paused and continued "be in denial all you want but this is you and one way or the other you'll embrace it" she then pivoted "how's the chicken?" - "amazing!" - "finish it" - you obeyed. You leaned back, your stomach was tight and full. You looked at Emily and felt a little sink in your stomach. Unsure of what her last comment had meant. You talked for a while, laughing and getting to know each other. Emily was quite kind on top of everything else. When the bill came she swatted your hand away and paid. "It was my idea to educate you on the best tenders in town".
You both left the restaurant. Emily called an uber and you felt her slipping away from you. You decided to go for it "This has been the best date I have had, I think ever, I hope you feel similar and I would really love to keep seeing you" - she grinned "I was worried you were going to keep repressing it and you wouldn't ask, I had an amazing time too....but...one more think before I decide" and she leaned in and kissed you. A thunderbolt hit you. It struck your lips and rippled throughout your body. You were kissing her back. Bodies pressed together, hands at her back longing to feel the curves of her body. Emily was smiling. "Friday, lets go out on Friday".
You got home feeling electrified. To excited to go to sleep. But you had work in the morning. The rest of the week would be a drag. You laid in bed wide awake thinking. Hands absent mindedly pinched the inch of soft fat at your belly. "Theres no way I can lose you now, just don't get any bigger" you muttered to yourself. To much pleasure was coming from this small roll of blubber jiggling around your waist. You'd still go for runs, but shorter ones. Find the balance and maintain the weight. You thought about Emily and your hand made its way back to your budding belly.
The days dragged a bit. You and Emily had been texting a lot. Non-stop practically. You'd managed a couple short runs but even they felt like a half hearted challenge. Emily's texts started diverging into spicy territory when she said her jeans felt like they were straining against her thighs "I'll wear them tomorrow if they survive the day" she joked. Then she asked you "so have you stepped on the scale recently?" you went warm "Not super recently, but last time I did I was up about 5lbs - mostly muscle though" you added. She responded with laughing emoji's "of course muscle man! of course! and what were the two numbers?" - "I was 187 and last time I stepped on the scale I was 192" - she said "step on the scale" with added devil emojis "and send me a pic". Feeling a bit warm you obliged. You took off your sweatshirt. You pinched your belly roll in the usual spot, it felt about the same. Feeling genuinely curious you stepped on the scale: 194.6 your heart skipped a beat you were up almost 8lbs now, but how? you obliged and sent the pic of the scale. She hearted the picture and sent several heart eyed emojies. "Inching closer to 200 I see, don't worry I'm sure its all muscle!". You grew warm with the teasing.
You thought about it. Your clothes fit about the same. This could actually be ok. You still did your runs but...but you'd eliminated just about other exercise. You didn't want to add any more exercise, what you were doing was getting hard enough and less enjoyable. You thought some more. This likely means gaining just a little more weight before things even out. "No more than 200" you said out loud with a shrug and went back to texting Emily.
On Friday you felt the anticipation. Another date with Emily. You two texted through the day and agreed to meet up ASAP. It was going to be crepes tonight - a rather rich treat but the crepe place Emily had pointed out was to die for. You put on your jeans and slide on your belt. Grabbed a different short sleeve button up and paused a moment before tucking it in unsure if you should stay with the same look. Habitually you had worn your waist high. You grinned a bit as you lowered it, allowing your belly roll to go unsupported. You could feel it dig much more than it had a week ago and when you sat down you felt yourself spill slightly. Those two new pounds had settled in around your belly roll without you being any the wiser.
"Hey!!!" Emily said as you arrived. You hugged, made eye contact, and leaned in for a quick kiss that she excitedly returned. She wore the jeans and you could see what she had meant. They might as we had been leggings. She was stretching those poor fibers to their doom. Her green long sleeve top created a classy look to the outsiders eye but to the initiated was highly flirtatious. It accentuated her belly and accenting the small rolls at her side in a way that made you feel intoxicated. You each ordered a savory and a desert crepe and sat in a secluded table in the park just outside. "This place is so freaking good" she said "been craving it all day" - "probably going to need seconds" - "Oh no save room, we're doing ice cream after this" - "Ohh? are we now?" you said in surprise "Duhh! you can't come to this part of town and not go to the creamery! are you crazy! besides" - she grinned "we should indulge a little".
You both talked and ate your crepes. "So......looks like I'm not the only one with a straining belt" she grinned "Not as snug as yours" you grinned back "for now" she muttered and you swallowed more crepe "you sure its all muscle?" - it was your turn now - you leaned back giving Emily full view and slumped a bit to look down your self. Your belly roll was tugging your shirt taught and now firmly spilling over. You pinched it let go and watched it jiggle back over your belt buckle. "Muscle doesn't jiggle babe" Emily said with a grin. You flushed "well...its...I'm sitting down..." you blustered and flustered for a moment while Emily giggled. "I've still got quite a bit of muscle" You said and just barely caught Emily say "...for now" under her breath before she reached over and said "give this a try" it was her desert nutella crepe with powdered sugar. It was divine.
You both walked slowly to the ice cream store. Feeling a bit tight in the belt, you really noticed the lack of support under your belly button. It was getting hard to hold it in. You walked into the ice cream store and checked out the flavors. You hated it but this stores take on the "Chubby Hubby" sounded great - you looked to Emily and said "Don't laugh" before ordering. She didn't laugh but she did smirk. Emily ordered a simple but classic chocolate chip cookie dough. Once more you both sat outside, secluded but next to each other rather than facing. Enjoying your bowls. You felt the rather generous portion size fill you up and the strain on the belt grew. You had no choice but to sit back and watch your waistline creep more and more, millimeters at a time, over the belt line and closer to your lap.
"oooh I am full!" Emily said. She looked at you and gently rubbed her hand over her bulging lower belly. "I wonder where this will end up".. ...my thighs?" and she slide her hands down her thighs slowly "my boobs?" and she pressed her arms together and the two large melons breasts bulged and jiggled. "Or my belly..." and she pinched a large handful of belly fat. She grinned at you and leaned in. You were kissing passionately now. Hands slowly began to wander. You wondered how much you should dare. You slide them down. Soft blubbery lovehandles bulged at her sides. You kept going. Her thighs were more than a handful. She kissed more passionately now. Almost egging you on. You got brave and slowly decided to move north.
You became very aware of her hands at that moment. They had started at your back and moved south but stopped in the middle. They now caressed your belly, the overhang. Her whole hand now resting on your belly roll she gave it a gentle squeeze. "That's not muscle, its soft fat, and its growing" she whispered in your ear. She ended the kiss and looked at you. She glanced down to see the very obvious bulge in your pants. "Soon, but not yet - I want you" - "I want you too" you muttered back "but we can't yet, you're not ready yet" - puzzled you asked "what do you mean? I'm not ready?" - "You'll get there, trust me - just keep being who you are".
This is the end of Part 3. I hope you enjoyed! I will start Part 4 soon!
The Slow Descent Part 2
Part 2: and I apologize for any spelling or grammatical mistakes. Its hard to write and edit while horny.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, adrenaline pumping. There was a level of electricity circulating through you as you stared at the screen. You stared at your new photo. The whole feederism world could now see the soft roll of fat at your waist spilling over your waistband and into your lap. You were aggressively gripping the softness to the right of your deep belly button and squishing it as if the community at large needed any more evidence of what was jiggling at your waist.
Some time past and you grew nervous. But then DING! A notification. You'd received a couple likes! You checked. But both were grey and empty profiles....you felt disappointed and realized that up about 5 minutes ago that was you too. A grey face lurking the web. You leaned back feeling a bit defeated. DING! You perked back up. A comment! "Nice starter belly!" was written with a few devil emojis at the end.
You felt yourself grow hard with excitement. You clicked on the her profile. In her picture she was showcasing her well established belly. What must have been years of gluttony amounted to an engorged waist that broke through all resistance her poor jeans put up and burst on to her lap. She sported large melon size breasts barely contained in a flirtatious red bra. You started to work on yourself. Stroking slowly. She had said that the small insignificant weight on you had been a starter belly. That couldn't be, it was just some light pudge and good camera angle. You kept working. But she would know, wouldn't she? This goddess of gluttony would certainly know a little extra belly fat from actually being fat....wouldn't she? you kept working. You pictured her belly now and how it would likely ripple at the slightest touch. You were close now. You tried to think of those large breasts but another thought overrode you. You pictured her poking your tummy, giggling at you, "I don't think that's muscle" the imaginary woman said. You busted. It just kept coming. Wave after wave cascading on you. You were panting hard. Blushing. Sweating. You cleaned yourself up and closed your laptop. "Should I delete the account now?" you thought for a moment hesitating. "No, I need it".
You woke up on Saturday morning feeling refreshed. You sipped your cup of coffee and played some playstation. Last night felt like a fever dream but now you felt sober again. You got your shorts, tshirt, and trainers on and walked outside. It was just a few extra pounds, time to lose it. After a brief warmup you started to jog. It was a nice sunny day, great running weather. You could feel those extra 5 pounds. Your clothes kept riding and you fatigued quickly. You got about 1/4 of the way in and stopped to breath. "Should have done a better job fueling up beforehand" you told yourself. You walked until your halfway point and started back up again 3/4 of a run would be a victory for today. However, by the time you got home it felt more like a punishment. You showered off and rewarded yourself with a croissant....hmmm..no not quite filling enough...you cut it half and made it into a sandwhich. Much better.
It was mid afternoon and you sat, alone, in your house. No plans were the plan this weekend after another failed date. But still you felt somewhat lonely. Sitting at your desk you set down your playstation controller. You pulled up your instagram and were once again inundated with plus size influencers. You felt yourself get aroused. Again. You opened your laptop and went to one of the feederism sites. You scrolled through some of your favorite plus size models before going to the other tab where all the feedees showed off their gains. You found that new gainer, her name was Emily, and she had posted that she had gained 40 lbs! 40! since she gave in to her desires. Only the last 15 were intentional. "She was truly destined to be fat" you thought. Her status updated while you were browsing her page, you refreshed and found a couple flirtatious images of Emily sitting, belly hanging, a box of Pizza Hut stuffed crust next to her and a slice in hand. "Think I can eat the whole thing?" the caption read. "I sure hope so" you thought.
An intrusive impulse hit you, that stuffed crust looked pretty good didn't it?....you wanted it. It was Saturday night, what the heck? You went to order for delivery. They had a promo going so you got the large "leftovers would be nice". You kept scrolling, edging yourself and then backing off. Playing your game for a few minutes before returning for more. The doorbell rang and you collected your pie. The smell of the cheese hit you lovingly. You threw a few slices on a plate and returned to your desk.
Another intrusive thought hit you.
You logged into the feederism social media and dating site. You saw about 5 more people had liked your big reveal picture but no other comments. There was a suggestion that for more engagements and connections it would be best to input your rough location. "Its still anonymous right?" you asked yourself - checking that your secret identity was still intact. You entered in your town and saved. You kept eating. Scrolling along. It was delicious. You were curious and searched for Emily on the site. After a few minutes you found her. She was clear on the opposite side of the country. You followed her. She had posted the pizza pictures there too. You snapped a quick picture of what remained of the pie and commented "Pizza Hut should sponsor you! you certainly influenced me!" with the photo. You cringed a second later "is that the best you could think of?" and you slapped your forehead.
Ding!
She liked it! "ok ok not as bad as I thought". DING! She replied! "Just knowing that I helped that waistline get thicker is good enough for me". You went red and then you got rock hard. You saw her little profile picture under the "visited your profile" section and your heart skipped a beat. DING! it was a DM! you couldn't believe it. "Nice little belly your getting! How many slices have you had?" she said. Your heart skipped again. "Belly? what belly? There's no belly here! and I'm on number 4" you lied and quickly finished slice number 3. "Not yet, but by the looks of things it won't be much longer. Those lovehandles tell no lies!" - your heart skipped a beat and you looked down. Large mounds protruded from either side spilling over your waistband. You prodded it and it jiggled in response. You felt you belly button jiggle as the wave ran through you. You began to throb. "I have no idea what you're talking about! no lovehandles here!" - "Suuuuure" she replied "Keep eating that pizza and you will, I'm surprised you haven't finished it yet" - "Its so good! but I shouldn't eat any more" - "Don't you like it?" she said with a sad emoji - "I love it but I'm saving the rest for tomorrow" you said - "eat the rest now and order another one tomorrow!" you paused but the intrusive thoughts got the better of you. "Ok" - "Yay! give in! and...I want proof" she said with a winky face.
You ate ravenously. Shocked by your own capacity. You ate so hard that you got winded. It was like exercising but better. Instead of running you were lifting, slice after slice of cheesy gooey goodness to your mouth. Embracing the indulgence. "Done" you said. "Bout time! I was wondering if you were gonna do it! But I guess my first stuffing took some time too" - "stuffing?" - "yah! you just stuffed a whole pizza and I bet you loved it! congrats piggy!" - the last word got the throbbing started again. "You wanted proof?" - "yah, if you're up for it - I wanna see your swollen..."abs"...lol" she said. Of course you obliged. You threw off your shirt and grabbed your phone. Finding the right angle wasn't hard. All of them showed a distended stomach spilling over and almost touching your lap. The slightest gap still remained. "ooooooh good job! just wait, I bet that that's will be how it looks empty by next week!" Your heart rate quickened. DING! "For you". It was a picture. She had stripped to her underwear, a blue bra and presumably panty set. Her engorged belly ate up her panties. Belly button squashed by fat stored beneath. Lovehandles aggressively bulging. A soft roll of fat jiggled at each side. Her breasts looked larger than before. You erupted in ecstasy, full body spasming as waves of pleasure took you. You covered yourself in your own filling.
DING! "and don't forget to order another pizza tomorrow ;) good night!"
Giving part 2 a bump!
Not sure if this just isn't being viewed or is poorly received. Would love some feedback :)