A massive bowl of macaroni and cheese was placed in front of her. She knew she was supposed to wait, but the smell of it combined with her ever-present hunger were overpowering. Laying down on the couch, she looked at it, her view partially obscured by a new fat roll. She thought about eating it right now, all of those calories making their way into her mouth and down to her belly. Nothing but carbs and fat - she knew a huge meal like this (or snacks as she now called them), would add to the impossible amount of weight she’d gained over the past year. She thought about how constantly gorging on meals like this had transformed her figure - once petite and and lithe, into one clearly shaped by excess and hedonism. She always wanted more, and today was no different.
She struggled to sit up, feeling the spandex in her stretch pants reach the end of its extension. Hand’t she bought them two sizes too big to grow into? She made a mental note to ask her feeder to buy her new ones. She pushed her arm back against the couch and began to lift her upper body. Her belly, previously stretching toward the ceiling, now jumped her waistband and poured between her soft thighs. She struggled, more than she ever had before, and she was eager to make it worse. As she began to sit up, her belly and thighs battled to occupy the same space. Her belly won, forcing her thighs apart, and resting on the couch between them. She wondered about how long it would be until her belly reached her knees - not long at all if she kept up her current pace. She lifted her arm - now doughy and filled with fat of its own. She mused about the times when her arms hung freely, whereas now they were met by cascading side rolls, bulging love handles, and ever widening hips. Her fingers met the bowl, and she dug in like ravenously, like she hadn’t eaten in days.
The macaroni and cheese was sublime, made with extra cream and butter just how she liked. She had stopped eating out of normal bowls a long time ago - too many dishes to clean. The mac and cheese instead occupied a large salad bowl, and on its own contained enough calories to last a normal person an entire day. The lines between eating and sexuality had become blurred, and she felt herself getting wet as she scarfed down bite after bite. The pressure growing in her stomach only intensified things, and the pace of her gorging quickened. The bowl was empty just minutes after she started, and she leaned against the back of the couch in satisfaction. Instead of reflecting on what she had just consumed, she was already thinking about the next meal. What would be the next fattening snack today? How many pounds could she pack on in a single lazy Saturday? How much harder would it be to sit and stand up tomorrow? She intended to find out.
He walked back to the couch, a pitcher full of special weight gain shake in hand. He found her laid back with an empty bowl beside her, belly distended, looking fatter than she ever had before. “I was going to feed that to you!” he laughed, realizing he should have known better than to leave something fattening alone near her. “Too slow” she smiled, with a new double chin forming. “I need something to wash it down with though”. He was way ahead of her, putting the pitcher aside on the coffee table. His other hand held a funnel, the end of which he placed into her open mouth. She closed her eyes and quivered in excitement, anticipating her favorite feeding ritual. She had never been funnel fed before meeting him, but now she couldn’t imagine life without it. He had rigged up a funnel holder next to the bed, so he had a free hand as he poured the the thick fattening mix inside. He used it to reach his hand under her shirt, and feel her soft expanse of fat. She moaned involuntarily as she sucked down the shake, his hand rubbing and kneading, making room and helping her expand. He was mesmerized by the sight of her, and she could see his jeans struggling to contain how hard he was getting. He knew she must have been soaking wet, but her belly had long since gotten too fat to reach around and explore while funnel feeding her. He wondered how long they would last before they could no longer contain themselves. She gulped hungrily, blowing past the halfway mark, and past the three quarters mark just as fast. At this point the fullness in her belly, its pressure resting on her pussy, and the sight of him lustfully feeding her had taken her to the tipping point. It was almost enough to make her cum on its own, and maybe it would be with just a few more pounds. She wanted more though, and she drank as fast as she could. She knew he wouldn’t give it to her until she drank every last drop. He squeezed her belly harder, his fingers sinking deep into her rolls, feeling nothing but more softness inside. He could barely stand seeing her like this, and he watched desperately as the shake got lower and lower in the pitcher. She could feel the moment getting closer, as the shake crept past the funnel and into the tube leading to her mouth. They both watched as she gulped ravenously, desperate for what would come after she took her last mouthful. His hand crept as low as he could reach, lifting her massive belly and reaching the softness beneath. She shook and drank faster, five more gulps left, three, two…
The tube fell out of her mouth and she gasped for air. Her eyes clamped shut as she felt ecstasy spread throughout her massive body. The wave of pleasure consumed her, wave after wave, and in the brief moments between, she noticed a second pitcher beside her on the coffee table…
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