Monday, January 26, 2004
The Feast of Saint Marcarius of Alexandria
The Feast of Saint Marcarius of Alexandria
Turns out that the Memorial of Saint Marcarius the Younger (of Alexandria) is my birthday. So we missed it by a couple weeks. Why does this matter? Saint Marc is the patron of Cooks, Confectioners and Pastry Chefs. If I were Catholic, I’d have no choice but to follow these paths. (Of course, to be catholic there’d be no pre-marital sex either, so we’re doing okay with our agnosticism).
The main goal of the weekend was to give Ian a bit of an early birthday present, to pack a good amount of pounds onto his frame before his birthday. I think we did pretty good. He ate just about everything I could throw at him, which was quite a lot! I took my time, paced him, ensured I left time to give him his belly rubs that seem to allow a lot more food in.
These belly rubs have become something almost unearthly. His tummy has become an absolutely enormous expanse of flesh. It’s round, it’s incredibly soft, and when he’s stuffed full, it contains a rock hard stomach at it’s centre. Trying to massage the stomach itself means pushing my hands hard into the yielding fat surrounding it. I push so hard that it feels like it should hurt, but Ian says he likes it, because he loves the feeling of my fingers working against the actual stomach. It almost reminds me of when I was little and playing with play-dough. All squishy, but without the mess.
But beyond the belly rubs there is the simple act of watching him eat. He loves to eat, and he embraces it. He enjoys every bite, every morsel. He carefully chews everything, letting the aroma penetrate his palate, the juices overwhelm his taste buds. He doesn’t waste a bite, and it’s amasing to see someone enjoy something so much.
The only time he really speeds up when he’s eating is when Amy’s around. He likes to show that he’s a big man and can out eat a little girl like Amy (little girl? She’s 251 pounds now! I’m giving her a bunch of my old clothes, though it won’t be long before she’s wearing the same size I am). Actually, Saturday night he put on quite a show. Thomas and I bought them each a family meal from KFC, and he just tore through it. This was after a day of gorging, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and the still had room for all that food!
Aside from the belly rubs, aside from the orgasmic eating, there is still more to enjoy with Ian! When he’s sitting there on the sofa, totally relaxed, you get a great idea of how massive he’s become. He lays back at an angle, and his stomach just takes over. It spills over his lap, going almost to his knees. It spreads out to the sides, creating an arm rest that he clasps his hands over. He looks so content, his hands just resting, moving up and down with each breath. He easily takes up two cushions on the couch, and could probably take up three if he were to strategically position himself.
If he’s a work of art in still life, then ‘poetry in motion’ simply doesn’t do him justice when he gets going. First off, there is watching him get up when his stomach is full. He has to be careful not to disturb it too much. He moves slowly, gently, almost glacially. First he has to get his centre of gravity moving. To do that, he moves his legs wide apart and leans forward, letting his belly settle below his knees. He turns to his side, dropping one leg into a half crouch. With one hand firmly on the arm rest of the couch, the other touching the coffee table for balance, he slowly straightens his knees, bringing his gargantuan frame to its full height. With his stomach this full it takes a moment of swaying to find his new centre of gravity before he can begin walking.
Walking, of course, isn’t the word that best communicates his elephantine waddle. When he’s this full, each step is slow and deliberate. Each foot is soundly planted before the next one begins its arc. His steps are surprisingly quick, though short, given his height. As each foot raises, the muscles relax, and fat thighs wiggle before the foot is planted, and muscles flex under their layer of blubber, creating a solid column supporting his weight. It’s almost hypnotic, watching his stomach wobble back and forth with each stride. It’s impossible not to notice the sway of his massive ass as it ripples with each step. He may be sexy to watch walk, but that waddle he has when he’s stuffed full is something out of my hottest dreams.
As if that’s not enough to get me going (and trust me, it is), there is the sight of this behemoth in bed. Even getting into bed is something to see. He backs in, sits down; well, not sit, he collapses onto the bed. Watching the mattress and box spring absorb this huge amount of weight is incredible. After settling his weight on the mattress, he flings his torso around, using the heft of his belly to pull his legs up into the bed. In one motion he’s gone from sitting to laying on his side, facing my side of the bed. As huge as Ian looks when he’s sitting on the couch, he is the proverbial beached whale in bed. With that belly supported from the side, it just spreads out. Even with his ass near the edge of the bed, the expanse of flesh pours well onto my side of the bed. (I shudder with the thought of Ian in a single bed, his butt hanging over one side, his stomach drooping over the other!)
It’s interesting to see the different shapes that massive stomach can take on. If he’s sitting, it’s like a gigantic ball. When he’s standing, it hangs, like a giant sack of fat. When he’s lying on his side, it’s a warm, soft pillow. When he rolls onto his back, it becomes a hemisphere, the surface of a sexy planet.
The one drawback to stuffing Ian until he can barely move means… he can barely move! Sex is out of the question when he’s this full, so we have to improvise. Of course, he falls asleep pretty quickly, especially if I’m giving his belly a massage. He has a great goofy grin on his face though, it’s so great to see that.
I’m hoping to try the same thing this weekend coming up, except I have to work a little, so he won’t get the constant attention I’d like to lavish on him.
More importantly, I’m hoping we brought him a big step (waddle) closer to 500 pounds.
Turns out that the Memorial of Saint Marcarius the Younger (of Alexandria) is my birthday. So we missed it by a couple weeks. Why does this matter? Saint Marc is the patron of Cooks, Confectioners and Pastry Chefs. If I were Catholic, I’d have no choice but to follow these paths. (Of course, to be catholic there’d be no pre-marital sex either, so we’re doing okay with our agnosticism).
The main goal of the weekend was to give Ian a bit of an early birthday present, to pack a good amount of pounds onto his frame before his birthday. I think we did pretty good. He ate just about everything I could throw at him, which was quite a lot! I took my time, paced him, ensured I left time to give him his belly rubs that seem to allow a lot more food in.
These belly rubs have become something almost unearthly. His tummy has become an absolutely enormous expanse of flesh. It’s round, it’s incredibly soft, and when he’s stuffed full, it contains a rock hard stomach at it’s centre. Trying to massage the stomach itself means pushing my hands hard into the yielding fat surrounding it. I push so hard that it feels like it should hurt, but Ian says he likes it, because he loves the feeling of my fingers working against the actual stomach. It almost reminds me of when I was little and playing with play-dough. All squishy, but without the mess.
But beyond the belly rubs there is the simple act of watching him eat. He loves to eat, and he embraces it. He enjoys every bite, every morsel. He carefully chews everything, letting the aroma penetrate his palate, the juices overwhelm his taste buds. He doesn’t waste a bite, and it’s amasing to see someone enjoy something so much.
The only time he really speeds up when he’s eating is when Amy’s around. He likes to show that he’s a big man and can out eat a little girl like Amy (little girl? She’s 251 pounds now! I’m giving her a bunch of my old clothes, though it won’t be long before she’s wearing the same size I am). Actually, Saturday night he put on quite a show. Thomas and I bought them each a family meal from KFC, and he just tore through it. This was after a day of gorging, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and the still had room for all that food!
Aside from the belly rubs, aside from the orgasmic eating, there is still more to enjoy with Ian! When he’s sitting there on the sofa, totally relaxed, you get a great idea of how massive he’s become. He lays back at an angle, and his stomach just takes over. It spills over his lap, going almost to his knees. It spreads out to the sides, creating an arm rest that he clasps his hands over. He looks so content, his hands just resting, moving up and down with each breath. He easily takes up two cushions on the couch, and could probably take up three if he were to strategically position himself.
If he’s a work of art in still life, then ‘poetry in motion’ simply doesn’t do him justice when he gets going. First off, there is watching him get up when his stomach is full. He has to be careful not to disturb it too much. He moves slowly, gently, almost glacially. First he has to get his centre of gravity moving. To do that, he moves his legs wide apart and leans forward, letting his belly settle below his knees. He turns to his side, dropping one leg into a half crouch. With one hand firmly on the arm rest of the couch, the other touching the coffee table for balance, he slowly straightens his knees, bringing his gargantuan frame to its full height. With his stomach this full it takes a moment of swaying to find his new centre of gravity before he can begin walking.
Walking, of course, isn’t the word that best communicates his elephantine waddle. When he’s this full, each step is slow and deliberate. Each foot is soundly planted before the next one begins its arc. His steps are surprisingly quick, though short, given his height. As each foot raises, the muscles relax, and fat thighs wiggle before the foot is planted, and muscles flex under their layer of blubber, creating a solid column supporting his weight. It’s almost hypnotic, watching his stomach wobble back and forth with each stride. It’s impossible not to notice the sway of his massive ass as it ripples with each step. He may be sexy to watch walk, but that waddle he has when he’s stuffed full is something out of my hottest dreams.
As if that’s not enough to get me going (and trust me, it is), there is the sight of this behemoth in bed. Even getting into bed is something to see. He backs in, sits down; well, not sit, he collapses onto the bed. Watching the mattress and box spring absorb this huge amount of weight is incredible. After settling his weight on the mattress, he flings his torso around, using the heft of his belly to pull his legs up into the bed. In one motion he’s gone from sitting to laying on his side, facing my side of the bed. As huge as Ian looks when he’s sitting on the couch, he is the proverbial beached whale in bed. With that belly supported from the side, it just spreads out. Even with his ass near the edge of the bed, the expanse of flesh pours well onto my side of the bed. (I shudder with the thought of Ian in a single bed, his butt hanging over one side, his stomach drooping over the other!)
It’s interesting to see the different shapes that massive stomach can take on. If he’s sitting, it’s like a gigantic ball. When he’s standing, it hangs, like a giant sack of fat. When he’s lying on his side, it’s a warm, soft pillow. When he rolls onto his back, it becomes a hemisphere, the surface of a sexy planet.
The one drawback to stuffing Ian until he can barely move means… he can barely move! Sex is out of the question when he’s this full, so we have to improvise. Of course, he falls asleep pretty quickly, especially if I’m giving his belly a massage. He has a great goofy grin on his face though, it’s so great to see that.
I’m hoping to try the same thing this weekend coming up, except I have to work a little, so he won’t get the constant attention I’d like to lavish on him.
More importantly, I’m hoping we brought him a big step (waddle) closer to 500 pounds.
// posted by Charlotte @ 11:44:00 AM 
