A little fantasy of mine
I’ve taken my girlfriend out for a date night at an Italian place. She weighs more than I do- she’s well over 200 pounds- and I lead her inside.
We get a booth and order drinks. We start looking at the menus. She looks over and frowns at me.
“You’re nothing but skin and bones!” She proclaims as she pokes my little belly. “Why don’t we go all out with pasta for you- all the ravioli and spaghetti and mac-and-cheese you can eat!”
She orders for me, and we wait for the food to arrive. She insists that I eat the bread provided for us, and I’m done with most of it as the food arrives.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I dig in, quickly devouring the dishes of pasta set before me. When that serving is gone, she orders more, as well as another basket of bread. The second round of food is gone quickly, and then the third.
By the fourth round, my belly is taunt against my dress. I sit back and moan, my hand rubbing my sore belly. My girlfriend leans over and rubs my belly with her hand. She pays for the food and we head back to the car, my stride now a slight waddle because of my newly added weight.
She decides to drive us home, and I don’t comaplain as I collapse in the passenger seat, my hand still nursing my taunt belly.
When we arrive home, she helps me inside and lays me down on our bed, and it’s no time at all before I slip into a food coma.
I slowly awaken hours later. My dress from last night is still on me, so I sit up to slip it off. I notice that my bulging belly has now shrunk substantially, but not without leaving a bit of pudge on my midsection.
I take my dress off and change into some lounge clothes as I walk downstairs. I’m greeted with the smell of food, fresh eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan.
My girlfriend looks over to me with a smile. “Rise and shine, lovely!! We’re finally gonna start putting meat on those bones!!” I open my mouth to intereupt, but instead a fork full of pancakes is placed in my mouth. “Now eat up, darling!” She chimes as she gets back to work on the rest of the breakfast.
The pancakes taste delicious. I can barely contain myself as I dig into the food spread out on the table. I go for seconds, thirds, and even fourths. Soon, my swollen belly begins to groan and I stop.
My girlfriend leads me to the couch and sits me down, gently rubbing my aching and swollen stomach. I slip into another food induced sleep.
My life begins to form a pattern of sleeping and eating, only stopping to wash myself every now and again. My pudge soon turns into a full-on belly. My thighs grow as well, and my boobs start to swell from a C cup to a D cup, and then a DD cup.
I soon have to go out with my girlfriend to buy properly fitting clothes. She assured me that the clothing sizes are just due to the brand, and I’m not really a XL now.
When I break a chair during lunch one day, she helps me up and guides me to the couch, finishing my meal there. I find that it’s much more comfortable to not have wood constantly cutting into my soft love handles, and I can more easily spread my legs to let my stomach hang.
Soon, I outgrow my XL clothes, and I have to wear XXL, and it’s nearly a month before my size goes up again. My belly is hanging halfway to my knees. My thighs are getting huge, along with my flabby arms. I barely wear a bra anymore, because my shirt is usually so tight around them it keeps them in place.
I soon have outgrown the couch, and I take permanent residence in our double bed. I’m fed at least six times a day, and each meal is larger than the last. I can barely move my homongous body without getting winded- taking a walk to the bathroom requires me to stop every minute or so to breathe.
My girlfriend continues to rub my belly and feed me. She orders me custom clothes that last maybe two weeks before they burst from my ever-growing frame. She soon begins to funnel-feed me, claiming that it’s quicker and easier to feed me that way.
I don’t complain- why would I? I’ve become an enormous blob, and I’m always hungry. I barely ever move from my spot on the bed. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to due to my sheer mass. I’m constantly fed, and my girlfriend takes pride in turning me from a little pudgy girl to a giant that almost takes up a full bed.
We’re completely content, her feeding me, and I taking it all in and constantly growing. That is the life.