It was Sunday morning. She was up before him and prepared a batch of his favorite chocolate chip cookies that were over 2,000 calories. When he walked into the room, belly still distended from last night, she could not contain her excitement. She immediately got up and hugged him “it looks like you needed to sleep off all that food”, he just grunted softly holding the side and feeling the pressure that had not subsided since they started dating 4 months ago. “We went pretty far didn’t we?” she said as she ran her fingers ever so softly up and down his belly in amazement. She’d always wanted to fatten someone, but seeing it right in front of her was still surreal.
She teased him gently, poking his fat rolls and said, “is that new?”, “you’re really letting yourself go”. His cheeks flushed from embarrassment but also pride for the belly he’d been growing for her. “You just woke up but I know you’re already hungry” “I know you won’t be able to help eating all those cookies and probably a breakfast on top of it”. He nodded unable to speak but accepting all this was true. He was fat and too gluttonous to stop stuffing himself whenever he had the opportunity.
She fully enabled him with subtle strategies to keep him going. She's saying things like “here’s a little cake to hold you over until breakfast”, setting the standard that he’d eat breakfast as well. It worked. He would dutifully down anything without protest. She got him used to snacks that were around 1,500 calories, always figuring out a way to add some liquid calories, like a small cup of heavy cream with pastries or a beer with salty snacks.
He could see through all her strategies to keep him eating, but he didn't mind and actually loved her dedication. Although he acknowledged it, he realized he was not fully in control. Any plans they would make she’d make sure there were snack breaks and before they left the house, she would have made sure he at something before “so you have enough energy”. He could never say no to her. When they got home, even if they’d only been out to the grocery store, she would say, “let me get you a little something” “I know how tiring it must be carrying around all that extra belly weight”. There were always chocolate bars and candied nuts on the counter strategically placed to be in sight and in reach. Probably 10 times a day she’d hand him one and each time had a different excuse “did you get enough for breakfast?- here’s a little more” “here’s something to keep up your energy” “you looked a little hungry” or “will you try this new favor I got?.” Sometimes she would not say anything, she’d place it in his hands and would kiss his ear reinforcing the association between affection and eating. Even when he went to work his lunchbox was packed to the brim with the most calorie dense foods she could find and she’d often surprise him at work with an extra lunch. Out of everything, the best strategy was to exploit his own gluttony. She would say stuff like "you need that don't you?" and "You can't help yourself". He knew that was true, which would create a bulge in a shorts reinforcing his reckless eating habits.
That morning, she was in the mood to get him really stuffed. “How does eggs, bacon and toast sound to you?” “Sounds good” he said as he was finishing off the plate of cookies. She knew what he liked and she kissed him and told him again “You look so amazing”. She said that so many times a day, not because she tried, but because she felt it. Each pound made him increasingly attractive to her. He was already up 60lb since they started dating and was nearing their goal of 400lbs. They had talked about stopping there and re-assessing, but independently they knew they wanted more. Although it was never said out loud, they both knew that benchmark would be 420 or 430.
After breakfast he already started to feel the fullness of over 3,500 calories, which was on top of the 2,000 he had just eaten. “Do you want another coffee with heavy cream” she asked, “oh babe, no, not now” “I promise I’ll drink one for you later” he said. She kissed him. “I don’t want you to overeat. I want you to feel good”. She meant it. She knew how much he could eat and although she always pushed the limit a little for both of their pleasure, she never forced him.
“This is more than usual with the cookies” he said. She kissed his cheek, holding his underbelly feeling the heaviness and firmness of day after day of stuffing. “That’s because you can handle it. Yesterday I proved it. You finished everything I gave you.” He grinned sheepishly. “It did feel good.”
It was not even 10:00 a.m. and he was stuffed again. “I can’t move,” he said, and he meant it. The heaviness of his belly that now fell between his legs was pulling him down, and it was hard for him to breathe. “Will you help me to the couch?” he teased, knowing he was too heavy for her to pull him out of the chair.
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