MsCezanne's Odyssey

Thanksgiving

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.

An hour later he finally rolled out of bed. He headed down the hall, and could hear his dear Elaine working on they day's meal. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.

Elaine took a break from preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and whipped up some bacon and eggs for Cody. He didn't ask for it, and he didn't expect it, but she rather enjoyed spoiling him. They'd been married for three years, but this year they had moved to a new city so she could pursue a career opportunity. She felt bad for making him spend the holidays away from his family, so her goal was to make this day as perfect as possible for him.

Cody enjoyed the surprise breakfast. He talked with Elaine for a bit before she went back to her preparations. He said he was looking forward to having their first private Thanksgiving, but regretted not having it with his family back home. She promised him that her goal was to make the day absolutely perfect.

Dinner finally came, and Cody noted it would have been a feast for 6, maybe 8 people, way more food than just the two of them could possibly eat. But it did all look so good. At least they'd have fantastic leftovers for a week or so.

Dinner was amazing. The turkey was great, the stuffing superb, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives, cranberry sauce, all magnificent. Even though he was full, he kept eating, it was all so delicious, he just HAD to have more. When his stomach was full to bursting, he tried to keep going, he was enjoying this meal so much, he didn't want it to end.

Finally he had to stop, he just couldn't fit any more of Elaine's exquisite meal in. There was still a tonne of food left on the table. He hadn't even gotten to dessert! He could smell the pumpkin pie, fresh out of the oven. He almost cried, it smelled so good, and yet he couldn't possibly eat it.

That night he went to bed, still feeling stuffed full. It was a great feeling, but all he could think about was not having room for that pumpkin pie. He felt guilty that Elaine had gone to such extremes to make the day perfect, and yet he couldn't enjoy it. He quickly drifted off to sleep.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! He'd overslept! How could Elaine let him do that? He leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.

He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen. Was she mad? Why wasn't she at work? Why hadn't she woken him up?

Elaine turned with a start. "What's the matter honey?"

Cody was dumbfounded. He finally blurted, "what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren't you at work?!"

"Work?" She seemed puzzled, "why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I'll make you some breakfast."

Cody wasn't sure what to do. He walked over the couch, plopped down on it and turned it on. He put it to the news, to see what he was missing that day. Except, it was yesterday's news. He changed channels. Yesterday's programming. Thanksgiving day parade, sports… what was going on?

Elaine brought him his bacon and eggs. "I could SWEAR yesterday was Thanksgiving honey. I remember, vividly, eating turkey, potatoes, everything. It was delicious, amazing!"

"I'm sorry honey," she was a little concerned with the intensity in his eyes, "today is thanksgiving. I'm making up everything like your mom does. I want today to be perfect for you, because you deserve it."

Cody went through the afternoon in a haze. Had he dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, he even remembered being too full to eat the pumpkin pie. How on Earth does one dream about not eating pumpkin pie!?

Dinner was laid out exactly as he'd remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again he ate as much as he possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, he didn't have room for the pumpkin pie.

He went to sleep wondering why he had such a sense of déjà vu, and also wishing he'd had some pumpkin pie. That would've made the day perfect.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over him. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to him.

He leapt out of bed and almost fell over. His balance was off. He looked down, his stomach was a little round and portly, as though he was till full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen, she'd let him sleep in to enjoy the day.

He headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. He turned to his beautiful wife as she brought him some bacon and eggs.

"I know this is your first thanksgiving without your family," she smiled at him. "I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I'm cooking all your favourites for you."

As she said that, she rubbed his tummy. It felt sort of weird. He'd always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?

All afternoon he found himself anticipating the meal that was to come. He knew there would a succulent turkey, sweet yams, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious cranberry sauce. And he knew, he KNEW, there was going to be a pumpkin pie waiting for him.

He surveyed the spread, impressed at how much food Elaine had so expertly prepared. It all looked so perfect, and it tasted as good as it looked. As he devoured his feast, he could see Elaine gazing lovingly at him. He kept eating even though his stomach was full. He kept eating, even though Elaine had long since stopped. He kept eating, he didn't want to let any of it go to waste.

Once he was finished he was surprised. A meal for 6+ people was more than half gone! There were still leftovers, but not nearly as much as he'd expected (or as much as there had been in his dream.) But, as he feared, as good as his meal was, he hadn't left room for pumpkin pie. Dinner would have been perfect with that pumpkin pie, but he couldn't possibly have a bite of it.

He drifted off to sleep, Elaine was massaging his large, full stomach. The warm, full sensation, and her gentle rubbing quickly put any feelings about why it all felt so familiar to rest. He was asleep very quickly.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, he wasn't surprised. Somehow, he knew that it was Thanksgiving. He was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet he was sure today was Thanksgiving too.

He sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. His stomach had spilled over his lap. How odd. He realised he felt like he'd been eating for days on end. With great effort he slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

He could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) he carried a fit 185 pounds on his 6'2" frame. And yet this guy in the mirror, he was fat! Cody headed to the bathroom and stepped up on Elaine's scale. The numbers lit up: 287 pounds. 287 pounds!? That just didn't sound right. And yet, it felt right.

He headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught his attention, it was old news, or shows he'd seen a million times before.

"You look famished this morning honey," Elaine brought out a heaping plate of eggs, hash browns and bacon. "But don't eat too much today, I'm going to make you a perfect Thanksgiving dinner!"

The rest of the day was surreal for Cody. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting him very excited. He'd never had Elaine's Thanksgiving before, but he knew that it would be a big feast. He worked himself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, he found himself drooling! He laughed as he thought about Pavlov's dogs.

Dinner couldn't come early enough. For some reason he expected more food. No… it's not that he expected more food. What was it?

With stomach stuffed to capacity and beyond, he realised what it was. He'd just eaten more than half of a meal for 6! There were still leftovers, but certainly not a meal's worth. He was sure that there would be tonnes of leftovers. Of course, if a meal was perfect, there would be no leftovers.

Elaine brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Cody. He looked at the pie, but surprised himself by saying he was too full. He would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way he could eat it.

That night Elaine was trying to cajole Cody into a little sex, but he was way too full to move. He lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of his 287+ pounds pulling at him. She settled for giving him a massage of his massive stomach. Even though he regretted not eating the pie, he fell asleep already anticipating the dream where he got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10!

He could smell the bacon cooking, and he knew there was a lumberjack's breakfast waiting for him at the table. He slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. He was surprised to see how he looked in the mirror. 6'2", 185 when he got married three years ago. He played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this guy in the mirror was at least 400 pounds.

He shrugged, drawn by the smell of the bacon. He continued waddling towards the massive breakfast Elaine had prepared for him. A dozen pancakes, a pound of bacon, a pack of sausages and a bag of hash browns were waiting for him to wolf them down.

As he quickly worked at devouring the array of food before him, Elaine talked about how she hoped that her Thanksgiving dinner would be perfect. She felt guilty about taking Cody to a new city to pursue her career, and she knew this was his first Thanksgiving away from his family in the three years since they'd been married. He listened intently, he was well practised at eating while paying attention to people. He felt like he'd been doing it for a solid year.

As the afternoon passed Cody found himself snacking. He knew he needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if he didn't have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.

Once dinner was finally served, he didn't even stop to look at it. He dug right in, knowing exactly what to find and when he would be eating it. As he filled his plate for the seventh time he remembered a Thanksgiving not long ago where he would only eat two plates of food. Three if he pushed it.

Elaine watched as Cody continued to eat. She had made dinner for 6, maybe 8 people, but she loved watching him eat. He filled plate after plate, and when he was getting full, she would fill his plate. She could see him getting uncomfortable as his stomach filled, and yet she could see how much he enjoyed the food she had prepared. She hoped that he would leave room for pumpkin pie!

Cody was so full he could barely move. He surveyed the remnants of the table. He was so full, but there was only maybe one plateful of food left. Elaine put it all together for him. He slowly, but surely finished off the great turkey, the superb stuffing, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives and cranberry sauce.

He could smell the fresh pumpkin pie come out of the oven. It smelled perfect, just like the rest of dinner had been. Elaine sliced him off a piece. It was a small piece. Cody wanted to eat it so bad, but his body was absolutely screaming at him. He knew that if he even took a bite of that pie, he would regret it. With tears in his eyes he turned it down.

He slowly waddled down the hallway, his enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on his back jiggled with each step, he could feel his chins swaying with his slow gait. Elaine helped him lift his elephantine body into bed.

Elaine tried to rouse Cody into sex, but he was so full he couldn't possibly. So she just massaged his gigantic stomach, helping it settle the huge meal it contained. Cody fell asleep hoping to finally have his pumpkin pie.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock. Or rather, he tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking his view. Sheepishly he realised it was his enormous stomach blocking his view.

He turned to get out of bed, and realised he couldn't. "Um, Elaine?"

Just then Elaine, his loving wife of three years, came into the room, pushing a cart loaded with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a variety of pastries. "Yes dear, I know you're awake, and I know you're hungry." She smiled her patient, loving smile at him.

"No, I uh… I can't get out of bed."

"Of course not, you know that your legs can't handle carrying around 900+ pounds honey!"

Nine hundred pounds? In his dream he was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… he was really 185 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? He was confused. Actually, he was hungry! He dug into the cartful of food.

Elaine came back with replenished carts twice during the day. She apologised that it was less food than he was used to, but she was saving him for Thanksgiving dinner. She knew that it was hard for him, not being able to get out of bed to go home to his family for Thanksgiving, so she was going to prepare a perfect meal for him.

Cody whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes he was familiar with. But as he snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, he could feel his appetite building. He'd never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.

Elaine did not disappoint him. It was easily a meal for eight, but Cody knew he would be able to finish it off. He had to! Elaine made sure he could easily get to all the food, and before long, she was filling up the plate with the last of the turkey and stuffing.

Cody was already dozing as he watched Elaine fill up his plate for the last time. He ate so much that it was almost automatic, he could actually have a light nap while eating one of his large meals. But it was a shame to miss a moment of this dinner. To Cody it was perfection. As he forced down his last bite of turkey, he knew he couldn't eat another bite.

But then he smelled it. Elaine was bringing in a pumpkin pie. Cody knew he was fuller than he'd ever been in his entire life, and yet that smell, that hypnotic, aromatic smell filled his nostrils and radiated pure pleasure through every inch of his 900+ pounds of fat. She carved out a large piece for him. He licked his lips with anticipation as she smothered the top of it in a heavy whipped cream.

He took a bite and his entire body shivered as the taste of the pie exploded in his mouth. Every bite was as good as the last, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through his body. This meal was absolute perfection. There was nothing that could make it a better thanksgiving.

With the pie finished, Elaine completed cleaning up their bedroom. She came back to find Cody snoozing with a huge grin on his face. She watched as his mass of flesh rippled with the memories of the dinner. She went to sleep, with her head resting on a large, soft fold of his stomach's fat.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but found she was already cuddled up tightly against his folds of fat. He looked over at the clock, but couldn't see it over his massive stomach.

Folds of fat? Massive stomach?! What was happening!?

Elaine woke suddenly with Cody's flesh moving as he tried to make sense of what was going on. She was agape as she saw that her formerly 185 pound husband was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.

She leapt out of bed as he continued to struggle to sit up.

"What's happened? Why can't I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?"

"No honey, yesterday was thanksgiving," Elaine said soothingly. "Don't you remember? I made you a large dinner, I wanted it to be perfect, you kept eating and eating, I couldn't believe you ate it all, but you did! Even the pumpkin pie. You said it was the best meal you'd ever had."

It all came crashing into Cody's mind. It wasn't possible… and yet, it had to be. He'd had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. He thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in his entire life. This fat, it wasn't new. It was old, it was what he was meant to be, he was now perfect.

He could see Elaine's eyes lighting up. She too was realising the perfection that Cody now represented. She climbed up on him, began to massage his fat, gently arousing him. With effort they found a sexual position that worked, and had by the best sex either could dream possible. After the last, perfect orgasms faded, Cody finally spoke up.

"Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I'm a little hungry..."

Labels: ffa, fiction, weight gain

Dirk's Door


A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.


He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.


He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?


From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.


That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.


Dirk’s mind continued to drift.


There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.


That day he was approaching 400 pounds.


Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.


450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.


What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.


His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!


Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.


He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.


The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!

Labels: BHM, ffa, fiction, weight gain

The new house was working out better than Matt or Annie could have dreamed. It was like they had started a brand new life together, and everything seemed to be perfect.

Matt's office was easy for him to use. It was well equipped, it was well laid out and best of all it was comfortable. Matt could spend as much time at work as he wanted and he never got tired of it. His productivity went through the roof. His employees and clients all noticed that he was doing better work in less time.

When he was done working for the day, he happily went to his home theatre to watch TV or movies. He'd always been a bit of a couch potato, but now he felt like couch potato royalty! Anything he wanted to watch was projected huge and clear on the wall. He could be bathed in sound if he wanted to. Movies had never been more real. Sports were beyond 'being there'. Even the local news reports about a cat stuck in the tree were imbued with tremendous gravity.

The best part was that the house was built for him. Matt hadn't realised how cramped he'd felt in the apartment until coming to live in the wide open spaces. This was comfort for him. With comfort, his appetite returned. He was eating more than ever, and his appetite seemed to be growing every day.

Annie's life was going very well too. The nagging problems of daily life in a tiny apartment were gone. The stress of getting the house designed, built and furnished had melted away. She could see how perfect they had gotten everything, and seeing Matt's appetite gave her a surprisingly warm feeling.

She took to the full featured gym with trepidation. She hadn't realised how out of shape she'd become, a lot of her routine was simply impossible for her to accomplish. She vowed to spend her free time in the gym to get back into shape so she could take care of Matt better.

Taking care of Matt was her greatest thrill. With a maid taking care of laundry and cleaning duties, and a chef keeping the kitchen under control, Annie had a lot of time to dote on Matt. His office was fully stocked with snacks within his easy reach. She had a trolly to bring him lunch on. The home theatre was also well stocked. He often ate dinner, again brought by trolley in there, rather than the dining room.

Besides keeping him well fed, Annie kept his skin clean and soft. She massaged him all over at least twice a day with a variety of creams, butters and oils. She would massage him while he worked, and massage him while watching TV. She could barely keep her hands off him! He was so happy, it was infectious, making him happy made her so happy she could explode with it.

Their biggest joy was the new bedroom. The bed was massive, so they could finally sleep together without anyone being uncomfortable. The bed supported Matt's weight very well, and was also soft and supportive for Annie. Best of all, with so much room available, their sex life allowed for greater experimentation.

The bedroom was also equipped to store snacks for Matt. Annie often brought him breakfast in bed with the trolley.

The biggest surprise was the pool. Annie had expected to use it for exercise, but she had long outgrown her bathing suit, so it went unused.

"What do you need a bathing suit for?" Matt asked one day when she lamented the unused pool.

"I can't swim naked now, can I?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Don't want me to see how much of a whale you've become?"

Annie's eyes twinkled, "You watch your mouth fat man! If anyone around here is a whale, it's you! They probably don't even make a bathing suit big enough for your fat ass!"

Matt laughed, "Everything is designed to hold an elephant around here. And yet I can't even get swim trunks! Well, if you're not going to use the pool, I will."

He promptly stripped down and waddled to the pool.

He slowly walked down the ramp, adjusting to the water. It was a little cold. He realised it had been years since he'd actually been in water. He sometimes had showers, though he preferred Annie's sponge baths. When his belly first hit the water it shocked him to have the weight lifted off. He moved completely into the water, and discovered a new sensation of his fat floating!

Matt instantly fell in love with this new sensation, and the pool became his new play place. He could float for hours, with Annie bringing him a raft of snacks to keep him full. They also found other advantages to having both of their heavy bodies rendered weightless...

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

Even as moving day drew nearer, Matt felt more and more like it would never come. He had spent forever couped up in his tiny apartment, with its tiny office and tiny chair, tiny bedroom and tiny bed. The stress was killing his appetite, and he could feel the weight melting off.

Annie couldn't wait for the move either. The apartment wasn't so tiny for her, but she'd put in so much work getting the new house perfect, the apartment just seemed pathetic. Also, because Matt was eating less, she was eating more, and already she was stretching the seams of her largest clothes.

One breakfast she remarked, "I can't wait until you start EATING again! I just can't let all this extra food go to waste!"

Matt, who was already done eating smiled, "But it is going to waist. Your waist is getting huge honey!"

"Again with the fat jokes. If you keep it up, I'm going to make you do the dishes."

"I know you're going to lick them clean," Matt replied as he got up to head to his office.

When moving day came, neither Matt or Annie were in any shape to actually pack and move anything. They weren't too concerned, they'd set aside enough money to pay for a moving company to pack and move everything under Annie's direction.

There was very little to actually move though. The new house had all new furniture. Matt's office was stocked with brand new, top of the line equipment, as was Annie's gym. They had very few mementos and decorations they were fond of as well. Most of the packing simply involved clothes that didn't really fit anyway. Matt and Annie were respectively looking forward to growing and shrinking into their old clothes.

Annie had kept the design of the house a secret from Matt. They had discussed everything they felt was important, and Matt had designed the office itself. He was looking forward to seeing his new home.

One thing that Matt noted about his new home was how much open space there was. The hallways had handrails, and were quite spacious. He remarked that you could probably drive a truck down them. Annie replied, "I thought of that, actually. One day we just might need a truck if you want to get out and get some fresh air!"

Everything was on the main floor, except for storage, the guest rooms and the residence for the live in help. "We'll have to get on hiring people soon." Annie told him. "Even if I was thin, I couldn't take care of this whole place by myself!"

The kitchen was spacious, and featured industrial sized appliances, massive amounts of storage, and a loading bay. Annie was particularly proud of that, "I've already worked out a service that'll come by once a week and stock the kitchen for us. The cooks will have to have some ordering experience."

"Cooks? More than one?" Matt seemed shocked.

"You don't think one man is going to be able to keep you fed day and night, do you?" Annie answered.

"How much do you think I'm going to eat?"

Annie's reply was a twinkle in her eye.

There were separate living room, home theatre and parlour. The parlour looked the most normal of the rooms. It was overly decorated for Matt's tastes, and while some of the furniture was heavy duty, a great deal of it was conventional. "This is where we'll entertain guests. They might want something that's not designed to seat an elephant."

"An elephant?"

"Well, yes. All your furniture is actually rated to hold the weight of an elephant."

"But, that must be tonnes!"

"Better safe than sorry, right?" The twinkle was still in Annie's eyes.

The living room and home theatre were more sparse. The furniture had a very industrial look to it, but Matt liked it. It seemed secure to him. The home theatre featured an expensive array of equipment that could all be controlled from a reclining couch in the centre of the room. "I think I have my favourite room!" Matt was practically drooling at the thought of watching the latest movies.

"We haven't come to mine yet," countered Annie.

The tour continued. Matt took a moment to inspect his office. The chair was solid and comfortable, and everything was laid out just as he'd dreamed it. Evertying was designed to adjust as his form changed. He could hardly wait to test it all out, but the rest of the home beckoned.

The gym was fairly large, containing a great deal of equipment. "I figure that our staff will need to keep fit when they're busy taking care of you," Annie pointed out.

The gym opened to an indoor pool. It wasn't gigantic, but it was certainly big enough for a few people to turn laps in, or just lounge around in. "I don't know that I've ever seen a ramp into a pool," Matt observed.

"When was the last time you climbed a ladder Matt?"

"But don't pools normally have stairs?"

"Mattie! When was the last time you climbed STAIRS!?"

He laughed, "Oh, right. I almost forgot we're fat."

The pool opened to an outside deck, which overlooked a verdant valley. There were large and small loungers arranged on the deck. The view was simply breathtaking.

"Finally," Annie said, "we come to MY favourite room: the bedroom". Like the other rooms it was spacious and sparse. There were two massive walk in closets, mirrors, bookshelves, but the central feature was the enormous bed. It looked sturdy and comfortable.

"Big enough to hold an elephant, right?" Matt smiled.

"2, actually," the gleam shone in Annie's eye.

"Well, I think we should test it out." he scampered into the bed as quickly as he could.

"Are you calling me elephantine?" Annie laughed as she followed him.

"Not at all! I just know that you're hungry, and the sooner we do this, the sooner we can all get fed!"

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

Now that they had decided to build a house, Annie took charge of the project. she worked with lawyers and real estate agents to find the perfect place for the right price. She found architects and engineers to design the house for their current and future needs. She even contacted furniture designers to ensure the house would be furnished with things that would accommodate Matt safely and securely, as well as being comfortable for both Matt and Annie.

Matt was very excited about getting new home designed around him. The only problem was that Annie was spending so much time on this new project, she had very little time left for Matt!

He continued to go about his days, working as hard as ever. They had saved up a lot of money, but it was still going to cost a lot to get their dream house built. The biggest change to his routine was that he ate a lot of pre-packaged food, as Annie just didn't have the time to cook for him any more!

Matt didn't mind eating this food, but it just didn't capture his imagination like having one of Annie's massive meals spread out in front of him. Over time Matt could feel himself losing weight.

"You know the funny part about all this?" Annie asked one evening as she was massaging Matt, "You have been losing weight, but I've been gaining weight again. I haven't had the time to exercise, and I'm eating on the run a lot."

He smiled, "Yeah, I've noticed. There's not going to be room for both of us here for much longer!"

"I'm not getting that big," she slapped his belly and watched it ripple.

"Not yet," he replied, giving his whole body a massive wiggle that Annie loved to watch.

It was true: Annie was still a mere shadow of the woman she'd been when they first lived together, but he could see her clothes getting tighter every day he saw her.

With Annie being so busy, Matt found himself more focused on work than ever. He quickly realised that he was taking on more work than he could get done! It was time to hire some subcontractors to work with him.

Matt handled most of the hiring process himself. He did everything over the phone, or by email or online. His work was all done that way, so why not the interviews? Before long he had a team of three people he'd never met working from their homes (or wherever, he supposed). The business was taking on larger and larger contracts, and the money was coming in faster than Matt had ever imagined.

Annie capitalized on this success and made some upgrades to their plans, basically replacing all compromises with the original designs. It would take a little longer, but they were throwing around enough cash to get quick and generous service.

As the house neared completion Matt noticed that they were further away from needing it when they'd planned it in the first place. "Even though you've gotten fat, I think there's room for you in bed now," he sighed one evening as he stepped out of the bathroom without any trouble at all.

"I'm not fat," Annie said, swallowing the cookie in her mouth. "I'm just," she stopped speaking for a moment as she realised the bag of cookies was empty, "I'm just hungry."

"Well, whatever you are, the button on your pants has popped off." Matt laughed as he grabbed her a bag of cookies, as well as one for himself.

"At least I'm not wasting away like some people!"

"Someone has to make sure there's enough room in this apartment for the two of us, and it sure ain't you." Matt sat down heavily on the couch beside Annie.

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

Again Sheila woke up with a rumbling stomach. It seemed like an eternity before Basil came in with her cart of food.

When he did, it was half empty.

"Where's the food?"

"I, well, my plans have changed a little bit, that's all I have."

Sheila's face drooped slightly.

"I'll bring you more tonight..."

Sheila's face lit up.

"...if you tell me what happens to Anthony.

Anthony: The Model - Continued

No sooner had Anthony's agent filed the contract than Alexandra called him on the phone. She wanted him in her studio right away. Her studio was a 15 minute walk from the restaurant, so he headed right over.

He spent the afternoon trying on different outfits, doing different poses as Alexandra experimented with lighting. Finally she told him to hit the gym.

"I thought you wanted me to gain in weight?"

"I do, I do," she said, reaching into a box of doughnuts. "But I need to make the perfect first portait, and I want you in the gym. 6 hours a day, for a week."

"6 hours? But my restaurant?"

"Will survive. It'll be empty with or without you."

Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

He spent all week working harder in the gym than he ever had. He still dropped into the restaurant in the evenings, and sure enough, it was as empty as normal. He learned that Alexandra was coming by for lunch every day though.

He posed for the first portrait, and Alexandra worked feverishly on it. It took her a week to finish it, but it was truly magnificent. Anthony had always held himself in high opinion, but the man captured in oil and canvas was a genuine Greek God. Alexandra was very happy with it too, referring to it as perfection.

Now it was time for the hard work to begin.

Alexandra setup her own table in Anthony's restaurant. She worked with the chef, teaching him a great deal about flavours and textures, and soon he was turning out world class treats for Anthony to eat.

At first Anthony found it hard to eat all the food that Alexandra put in front of him, but through a little trial and error on her part, they found foods that he simply couldn't resist. As days turned into weeks, Anthony no longer felt like he was being forced to eat, but rather he was simply enjoying himself.

It didn't take very long for Anthony to undo his hard work at the gym either. Just as he began wondering if he needed new clothes, Alexandra spent the week doing his second portrait. With the second painting complete, she took him out and bought him a new suit that fit him much better.

Besides paying Anthony's sitting fee, Alexandra was also paying for his food bills at the restaurant. She was also having many of her own meals there. While he was still losing money on the restaurant, the sitting fee covered the difference, and he was able to keep paying his staff and bills, and actually put some money towards his debts.

By the time of his third portrait, Anthony could tell he was getting fat. He didn't feel like a whale or anything. In fact, he didn't feel very different at all. He had developed a soft belly with love handles and a rounded look to his face, along with a nascent double chin. He loved eating though. Alexandra and his chef kept bringing out a mix of his old favourites and new and exciting foods which usually became his new favourites.

Also by this time word had gotten out that Alexandra the Great (a reference to both her talent and size) was eating at Anthony's, as well as influencing the menu. It quickly changed from an empty business running out the string to a packed house that was turning an enormous daily profit.

As his business grew, Anthony hired more staff to handle the customer demand. He even hired a full time business manager: now he could focus on eating full time. Anthony started to grow faster than his profits.

In fact, now at his fifth portrait, Anthony was undeniably fat. In fact, he was starting to feel like a whale. He might have been a light weight next to Alexandra, but he was far bigger than he'd ever thought he'd be. His belly protruded far in front of him. His chin had doubled. His face was chubby. His arms and legs were coated a in sheath of soft fat that jiggled as he moved.

His biggest surprise was that he didn't mind it at all. He knew he was happy to make the sacrifice for the money. But he realised that being fat wasn't so bad. Heck, he ate great food all day long. He'd have done this for free. If he could afford it, he'd PAY for this food.

For the seventh portrait Anthony had already doubled his weight, and there were still 5 months left until the end of his year long contract. His chefs rarely brought him new foods any more: he'd tried so many different combinations by now he wondered if there was anything new to try. He didn't mind though, he could eat his favourites day and night for a week and not have the same thing twice.

His business manager and chef had managed to open a second location that was as busy as the primary location. Already investors were lining up to open his restaurants in more cities. There were also offers of book deals, interviews. Anything Anthony could delegate he did. Anything he had to do personally would wait: he was busy eating.

With the final portrait a year later, Anthony had gained far more weight than he or Alexandra had dreamed of. The entire series of portraits were masterpieces, but Anthony had developed such a joy for life that Alexandra easily expressed in the series' crowning achievement.

Anthony felt he was a living breathing work of art. His finely sculpted body was a series of soft curves and heavy folds. When he moved, his body moved in many wiggles and ripples. When he sat still, there was still a poetry in the way his body moved with each breath.

With his portraits becoming international sensations, Anthony was in high demand for interviews, biographies, and even roles as an actor. He finally took the time to allow such distractions, as long as he was allowed time to eat!

The Waitress - Part One

One might wonder the fate of Anthony's waitress in the face of the restaurant, and Anthony's growth.

She had spent her whole life in Hollywood's orbit. Her parents had both come to California to become movie stars. They hadn't succeeded, and they hadn't planned on having kids. While the waitress knew who her parents were, she had been raised by a variety of people: a commune of struggling actors, acrtress, writers and others whose dreams were failing on a daily basis.

Luckily for the waitress the people in her life were far too poor to afford drugs, so she avoided that trap. She did grow up learning that success in Hollywood was the only goal in life. Like her parents, their friends and her own friends, she entered a life of auditions, call backs and dead end 'temporary' jobs that lasted longer and longer between 'real' job prospects.

She thought she had found happiness with a boyfriend who was an artist. He claimed she was his muse, and painted dozens of pictures of her. One day she came home from an audition to find him painting pictures of his 'true muse'. She stormed out on him, but quickly realised she was now homeless and penniless.

Serendipity lead her to a restaurant that was being renovated a few blocks away. The owner was just putting up a 'help wanted sign' when she offered her self up for the smallest amount of money she figured she could live on. Like any struggling actress, she had an extensive resume and references for waiting tables, and she was hired.

She knew that the restaurant was like all the others she'd worked for: an ambitious owner sure that his restaurant would be different than the other thousand that had come and gone on the very same spot. It didn't matter, there would be pay, there would be kitchen scraps, it's all she needed.

The restaurant was different though. Sure, it was staffed by other Hollywood burnouts, but it was owned by someone who had tried and failed too. He knew exactly what the staff were going through, and he treated them like human beings, rather than disposable garbage. The pay sucked, but at least she was having fun.

Her ex boyfriend found out that she had a real job and quickly took her back. She knew he'd cheat on her again, but he lived close to work, and the sex was fantastic, so why not?

What set Anthony's apart from all the other restaurants she'd worked at was that he let the staff eat from the kitchen. He wasn't policing the fridge, so as long as they weren't too ostentatious, they could eat for free.

The waitress had never eaten regularly. When growing up food was scarce, and in the rare times it wasn't, everyone told her that getting fat was the worst thing that could happen. She simply accepted that life meant hunger. Now that she could eat real food, it was a luxury beyond imagination!

The chef, she learned, was quite good. He enjoyed making her different meals from the various dished he'd prepped but never served. Everything he made seemed haven sent, and she found that she couldn't get enough.

Before long she had a very odd sensation: her clothes became tight. One morning when she was dressing for work, no matter how hard she tried, the button on her pants just wouldn't do up. She was mortified, and tried to hide it from her boss. He must've noticed though, the next day he had a brand new uniform for her.

The waitress began to revel in the changes in her body. She was no longer rail thin! She had curves! She had bounce! She had something for her boyfriends to grope!

Over time the waitress continued to enjoy the chef's cooking, and over time she outgrew two more uniforms. Over time, she had transformed from curvy to fat.

Her boyfriend didn't like the way her swollen belly stuck out, or the way her cellulite ridden thighs touched when she stood. Even her round breasts had become more than the handful he enjoyed. Again she found herself homeless, but this time she wasn't penniless.

She found herself staying with a variety of her old friends. Their places were rarely any better than the places they'd grown up in, but a roof was a roof, even if the bed was little more than a stained throw rug.

All of her friends commented on how different she was, and they were all shocked that she had gotten so fat. The waitress didn't mind at all. She knew where her next meal was coming from which was more than most of them could say.

One of the biggest shocks of her life was seeing Alexandra, a famous painter, walk into Anthony's restaurant. She'd seen fat people on TV, she'd even seen them on the street from time to time, but this was the first time she had ever seen a fat woman up close.

She couldn't help but smile, all her friends who teased her about being fat had no idea what fat was! Alexandra walked in this slow, exaggerated waddle. The waitress tried to imagine what it must be like, being genuinely obese, rather than just a little chubby.

She didn't have to wonder long though! Alexandra had hired Anthony to gain weight. The waitress was flabbergasted that he'd do it. She was even more shocked to learn that she was part of his inspiration. She'd never thought she could inspire anyone, much less her boss!

Alexandra worked with the chef to create food to fatten Anthony up. The waitress happily tried out their recipes to ensure they'd be ready for him. She happily ate their failures as well as successes. Anthony gained weight quickly, but she was gaining weight quicker.

Sheila stopped.

Basil waited.

"That's all until you get me a real meal!" she said before turning her back to him.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Anthony: The Model, FA, ffa, fiction, The Waitress, weight gain

When Sheila woke up, there was a cart of food waiting for her. She waited a few moments for Basil, but he didn't show up. She went right into eating it.

A few minutes after she finished, Basil came in, without a word, and sat down, staring at her expectantly.

Sheila went right back into Alexandra's Story.

Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Continued.

Alexandra was not happy. She was a good painter, she knew she was. It seemed totally unfair that people would judge her work based on her appearance. She didn't even see the big deal with her appearance either. Yes, she was fat, but so what? She was happy with it, why can't other people be happy with it?

Cut off from the community she wished to be part of, Alexandra fell into a deep funk. It wasn't such a stretch for her to find solace in the food that she had loved so much the past year. Before long she wasn't merely a fat artist, but had become quite enormous.

One day, when she was out of clothes that fit, she was watching herself in the mirror. She was struck at how unique she now appeared, and was immediately inspired to self portrait. She was so happy with the results of her self portrait she made another. Right away she could see the contrast of the miserable, ugly, fat Alexandra who was the first subject, and the bright, beautiful round Alexandra who was the second subject.

She followed up her portraits by painting herself at different times, as a child full of hope, a teenager wanting to get out, an artist wishing to accepted, an artist who has been accepted, and finally the artist shunned.

It was the first time in a long time she had painted for herself, rather than creating paintings for others to buy. There was no one to impress, no one would be impressed by her any more. She was creating art, not a product, and it made her happy.

Even though Alexandra had broken her funk, she continued to eat and gain. It was what she did now, who she was. She even enjoyed painting self portraits to compare herself over time.

She began to run low of funds again, and she began wondering what she could do now. If people thought she was fat before, what would they think now? Her morose view on life was beginning to return when she happened to turn on the TV and see a story about some woman suing for fat rights. She was pretty big, and her lawyer was absolutely gigantic, bigger than Alexandra herself!

Alexandra became steeled. She wrote a long letter to dozens of magazines, saying that what someone contributed was far more important than anything about themselves. In a day and age where the world fights to rid itself of sexism, racism and other discriminations, adding sizism to the mix was a terrible idea.

Her letter came to the attention of a cable news producer who actually had one of her paintings, and was rather curious what she was up to now. He'd never known her, fat or thin, and was ready to have her interviewed in her art studio. Alexandra jumped at the chance.

Her interviewer was fascinated by the self portraits she had scattered around the studio. Alexandra got a chance to explain what each and every one represented to her. Over night her first pair of portraits, dubbed 'Melancholy and Joy', became the symbol of art. They were on magazine covers, her art started to sell for vast sums at auctions, and everyone wanted to speak to her.

Alexandra revived her painting career by painting other large men and women. It became a status symbol to be one of her subjects. She even helped to get some Hollywood stars who had faded from the spotlight after their weight woes.

She then began her most ambitious project: she would paint a series documenting someone's weight gain over time.

Alexandra was worried that it would take a lot of time to find the perfect subject. As luck would have it though, she met him the very next day.

Anthony: The Model - Part One

Anthony had the world at his feet. At least, that's what everyone told him. His dad was mayor of the town. It was a successful town, and quite powerful ever since his father had arranged the ethanol plant to be built. Anthony lead the high school football team to its first ever championship. He had the cutest girlfriend in town. He had his choice of plum jobs. He would be mayor when he was ready. He had everything the town could offer.

It wasn't enough. Anthony knew that he did have the world at his feet, and the world was not in some hick town. He caught the acting bug, and moved to Hollywood to share his good looks and easy charm with the world.

Two years of waiting tables, and never getting the break he deserved, or meeting the people he needed to, Anthony began to realise that it wasn't going to happen. Rather than admit defeat and head home, he sold his shares in the ethanol plant (a gift from his grandfather) and bought a restaurant. He'd worked in enough, it was time to make the money.

Two years after opening a restaurant in the underserved arts quarter, Anthony had a better understanding of the term 'starving artist'. They couldn't afford good food, and Anthony's wasn't about to serve anything less. The restaurant was going down the tubes fast.

It was a typically empty lunch. In the back his chef, another failed actor who was actually a very good cook, was feeding prepped but unsold food to the waitress. The waitress was a failed actress, of course. Anthony sighed. He could see the buttons straining on her blouse, he'd have to buy her a bigger uniform. Again. At least she liked the food.

Anthony was startled when the door opened. He was still staring at how much wasted food his waitress was eating. He turned to the front and was shocked to see a a mountain of a woman standing there. She was at least 3 times the size of the waitress. He watched in fascination as his waitress got up from her own meal and escorted the slowly waddling woman to a table.

He looked on in pleasure as the fat woman ordered even more food than even the wildest stereotype.

As the chef got busy in the kitchen, Anthony decided to head over and talk with his client. With any luck, she could become a regular and put some cash in the till.

Just as he arrived at the table to introduce himself, the woman looked him up and down, and her face lit up. "Are you an actor?" she asked.

Anthony was caught off guard, "I, well, I try, but, why?"

"You're perfect!" Her voice filled the restaurant.

Anthony waited a moment, at a complete loss of words. Was this what a big break felt like?

"Turn around," she commanded, holding up pudgy finger to trace a circle in the air.

Anthony did a slow turn on the spot, fixing his smile on her.

"Yes, yes. I'll take you!"

"Um. Take me where?" Anthony was trying to keep his excitement, and confusion, contained.

"You'll be my model. Oh, you're so perfect. Do you work out?" The fat woman continued to gush. Her whole body seemed to be jiggling with excitement.

"Yes I work out... but I'm an actor, not a model. I've never modelled before. Are you a designer?"

For the first time since he came over the big woman was silent. "You don't know who I am?"

"No." Anthony could feel his excitement draining. Hollywood was full of hacks who thought they should be famous, and offered nothing but empty promised. He'd just never seen a fake that was so fat before.

"I'm Alexandra, the painter."

The name certainly rang a bell. Despite being in an artistic neighbourhood, he didn't have much interest himself. But she had been on TV or something he thought.

His waitress came by with a tray full of food, which she began to arrange in front of Alexandra. Anthony smiled again, if nothing else, he was going to pocket $50 from this meal. And if she really was famous, and word got out... he could be going places after all!

Anthony watched Alexandra eat as though she only had minutes left to live. After a few minutes she looked up, and seemed astonished that Anthony was still there, "Give me your card, I'll get my people to call your agent and we'll get this settled."

The next day Anthony was on the phone with his agent. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm going to get paid how much?!" He was going to get enough that the restaurant could stay open for years without another customer! "And I have to do what?" He would have to double his weight over the course of a year, and allow Alexandra to paint him at any time.

All Anthony could think about was dollar signs. Gaining weight? Hell, his waitress had done it, so it was no big deal at all.

Shiela smiled at Basil.

He stared back for a moment before finally muttering “okay, have a good sleep”, before he stalked out of the room.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Alexandra: A Painter's Story, Anthony: The Model, FA, ffa, fiction, weight gain

Matt was having so much success as a contractor for his original company, he began to work on contracts for other companies. It made him busier, but each contract was richer than the last. He was getting each job done quickly, and for such great value that he was soon making obscene amounts of money for work that he was just a natural at.

Annie hired an accountant to handle their money, she was simply too busy keeping Matt fed and comfortable that she simply didn't have time to deal with their complicated portfolio.

Despite having their dream jobs, and more money than they knew what to do with, they did have one problem: Matt was getting too big.

"What do you mean too big?" Annie asked one morning as Matt sat down to eat a table full of breakfast she'd spent the last hour preparing.

"Well, for one thing, getting out the bathroom is a tight squeeze. I'm either going to get stuck inside the bathroom, or outside of it. I don't really know which would be worse."

Annie had noticed that after helping him shower that he was taking much longer to follow her out. It hadn't occurred to her that he was having problems with the doorway, "We can't really renovate the apartment though, can we?"

"I don't know, but that's not the only thing. I mean, we had to replace the couch last month, we're going to have to replace my work chair again, and I'm not sure there's really room for something bigger in the office."

It was true, the office had a desk, some cabinets and a massive chair on industrial casters that let him get around. Matt made the room look fairly tight as it was, "We'll have to get a chair custom designed this time, I think," Annie suggested.

"Most of all," Matt actually put down his fork, a rarity that emphasised how important it was, "I miss sleeping with you!"

"Matty, baby, I miss sleeping with you too!" Annie was apologetic. "But there's just no room in the bed for both you and me! There isn't room for a bigger bed in that room either. And I can't lose any more weight, without this extra skin, I'm probably about 10 pounds lighter than when we met!"

Matt sighed. He knew there wasn't much they could do, but he did find it frustrating. She would join him in bed, and they would have sex, but when he relaxed afterwards his belly took up so much of the bed that Annie couldn't really stay in the bed. There was enough room, but then neither of them could move, and despite his size, Matt still moved in his sleep, and with Annie being so tiny, he was genuinely worried he could hurt her. She slept in a cot in the living room.

As Matt continued to eat the vast meal in front of him, Annie was sorting through the mail. "You know, this accountant is really good. We're making more money from investments than we are from your work now. I could buy your weight in caviar." A gleam came to Annie's eye for a moment. "Hey baby, want to eat your weight in caviar?"

Matt chuckled a little bit as the stack of waffles in front of him vanished, then he put his fork down again. "Annie, do we have enough to buy a house?"

"Matt," she replied, "We own several houses already. Why do you want another one?"

"No," he said, "a house for us."

"Matty, honey, a house means stairs, and yards, and driving and rooms. It's a lot of work."

"Sure, but it's so much bigger than this," he gestured to the apartment.

"I have my hands full as it is, I can't keep you fed and comfortable AND keep a house clean and maintained. And I know for a fact YOU'RE not going to do the dusting." Annie chuckled at the thought of Matt on his feet trying to accomplish anything.

"Surely we've got enough to hire a maid, maybe a chef?"

"I'm the maid and chef around here," Annie recoiled in mock horror. "You don't want to replace me do you? I can work harder! I can cook more! I can fuck you harder! Anything! Anything, just don't fire me fat man!"

Matt picked up his fork again and began eating away at the home stretch of his breakfast. He spoke between bites, "I won't have the help talking like that to me. I might have to fire you, and then you'll have to spend all day with your husband while others wait on you and foot. Is that what you want, little girl?"

"Oh, yessir! Please sir. But wait until I've moved into my new house sir!"

Annie began work on their new house. They had to find a place to build, an architect who would understand Matt's needs, and designers for custom fabrication of their furnishings.

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

It had been a busy year. Matt and Annie had broken up, gained weight, gotten back together, gained more weight, moved in together and gained even more weight. Then Matt got a raise, Annie quit her job and they really started to gain weight.

Things had finally settled into the new routine. Matt made occasional office visits, though he could do most of his work from home via telephone and computer. Annie had dedicated herself to Matt. She cooked for him, she did the shopping and most of the chores around the apartment. She even helped keep Matt relaxed with daily massages with oils and lotions.

When Matt was busy with work, and her other tasks taken care of, Annie was busy in the home gym they had set up. At first they had debated where to put it, but they finally decided to keep it in the same area Matt was working. At first he found it somewhat distracting, but he also found it quite enjoyable watching Annie's bulbous form wobbling as she exercised.

It took a while for Annie to get into her groove with the exercise. She still had a very aggressive appetite herself, and found it much simpler to sit and eat with Matt. The main problem was that their combined size was simply too much for the bed or shower they liked to share. Over time she got into the habit of regular exercise, and the results were beginning to show.

Annie was far from slender, but Matt could see that she'd lost a considerable amount of weight. Her older clothes fit now, there was room for them in the bed and shower, and she was getting her chores done much quicker.

For Matt's part, he was gaining as quickly as Annie was losing. He was now quite a bit larger than she was, bringing their size ratio closer to when they were first dating. Matt loved the daily attention that Annie brought upon him, and if he had to gain weight for it, then that was a tiny price to pay.

Matt's happy home life contributed to better performance at work. He was offered a promotion, but he declined, it would require full time office work. He did accept another raise though, and they began investing the money for the future.

He continued to gain weight, his life before meeting Annie almost forgotten. The very idea of making his own food was foreign. He could manage the walk to the elevator, but he couldn't possibly do stairs, up or down. Even long walks were something he simply didn't do. His life was in the apartment: work, food and Annie, not always in that order.

As Matt's size grew to meet Annie's imagined perfect version of him, Annie's form continued to shrink. Matt enjoyed her fat, but did still long for the trim girl he had first met. Annie wasn't sure how slim she could get, but as her size dipped under the plus sizes, she found she really did enjoy losing weight as much as gaining it. If nothing else, she had plenty more energy to take care of Matt, and the room to do it.

Through some shrewd financial work, their savings started growing as quickly as Matt did. He went from being a full time employee to being a contractor. Because they now had a home based business, with Annie as an employee, they were making more money, with less work for Matt.

"Who knew that getting so fat would make me so rich?" Matt asked as he lay on a table while Annie gave him a professional grade massage.

Annie purred a little as she rolled the familiar soft folds of his back in her hands, "I knew that once you finally gained weight, life would be perfect. But I never saw the road we'd have to travel!"

"I still can't believe that I'm basically being paid to stay home and get fat," Matt's voice was gentle as he was reaching total relaxation.

"I can't believe that I'm getting paid to massage your fat for two hours a day," Annie cooed back.

"That's a benefit, you're paid to clean," Matt replied dreamily.

"So I can stop whenever I want?"

"Mmmhmmm. But you don't want to stop, do you?"

"Not for a second baby," Annie grinned. She crawled right up on his back and put her arms around him.

"There was a time you could crush me by doing that," Matt said playfully.

"You callin' me fat, big boy?"

"Just saying that you were pretty jumbo."

"I was jumbo? So what does that make you?"

"Hmmmm," Matt thought a moment. "It makes me hungry."

"Hungry?" Annie sat up, her legs astride his broad back. "That doesn't make sense."

Matt tried to turn to look at her. She dug her heels into his generous love handles to get traction on his glistening flesh. His hands reached back and grapped her ankles. "Yeah, hungry. Are you going to feed me, or am I going to have to eat you?"

"You're not going to eat me!"

"I will if you're not going to feed me!"

"You only eat jumbo food! I'm not jumbo anymore, you said it yourself. Besides, once I'm gone, who's going to feed you?" Annie felt Matt's grip release. She slid down off his back, and hurried to grab a snack from the kitchen.

When she came back Matt was sitting up on the massage table. His chest was laying atop his belly. His belly was piled up across his lap. His legs were forced apart, with the belly hanging between, on top, and slightly over them.

Annie handed him the bowl of chips and said, "I think you're going to need some more!"

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

Sheila awoke to Basil gently prodding her shoulder. "I want to hear the revenge story."

She rubbed her eyes and rolled over. "Food first, then story."

Basil grunted and left the room. He came back with his cart full of food. He stood tapping his feet.

"I'm going to be a while," She said as she opened the first container of food. "Come back later!"

Basil grunted again and left.

When he came back the food was again gone, and Sheila was dozing in the chair. He poked her shoulder again.

"Okay, okay, you've waited, here you go."

Hog's Revenge - Continued.

Upon meeting Michelle, Arnold vaguely recognised her. She was much larger now than she had been when Keith had brought her to that grad party. For a moment he almost balked at being forced to be as large as she was. He knew he couldn't afford the disgrace that was being held over him though.

The plan was simple, he merely needed to gain one pound a week until he was Michelle's size. He was allowed to go 3 straight weeks without a gain, but the weight had to be made up within 3 months.

Starting his gain was tough: Arnold had always been a bit of a fitness fanatic, and would much rather have a round of golf or a game of racquet ball than actually work. Turning down invitations made people wonder if something was up with him.

Within a month he finally got used to having less time on the course and on the court. He also found that he was getting much more work done, submitting work early, rather than repeatedly pushing deadlines.

Arnold's weight gain was slow though, he missed his targets a few times over the first few months. His body adjusted to getting less exercise, he was going to have to work on gaining weight. He began keeping treats at his desk, and he found people were more inclined to come by and help him out, helping him raise his caseload, and getting far better results.

By now Arnold's weight gain was becoming noticeable. His suits no longer fit, and going up stairs two at a time brought on a sweat. He bought new clothes, and took his time going up the stairs. His new suits drew universal praise. Juries responded to the gravitas that he now presented. He was winning cases that had seemed unwinnable.

A year into the blackmailing Arnold had gained 65 pounds. He wasn't even the biggest man in his law firm, but he was definitely becoming fat.

Arnold liked to snack during the day, just to make sure he got in the calories he needed. The worst things that he could endure were client meetings where there was nothing to eat. He began to have client meetings over lunch and dinner. Even though the meetings tended to be longer, allowing everyone a chance to eat, the clients loved the personal touch. The asked for Arnold by name, and more business flooded to the firm.

In the second year of blackmail, Arnold had managed to gain 100 pounds.

He was now a full partner, and possibly one of the most sought after human rights lawyers in the country. He made frequent TV appearances. His PR handlers wanted him to lose weight, but he was fond of saying that people didn't want a lawyer who seemed like he didn't know where his next meal was coming from. He also found that a well fed lawyer was much more inclined to do the kind of charity cases he was famous for.

Arnold finally reached Michelle's size, and the group of women destroyed their manufactured evidence. They were dismayed that their revenge had in fact boosted Arnold's career.

For his part, Arnold told them that their lesson had been valid, and that he would start focusing on size acceptance causes, as he was now as famous for his girth as his legal prowess.

In fact, the very day he was released of his weight gain obligations he announced his new case.

The Case of the Crash Diet - Part One

There was a woman who worked as a sales representative for a mid sized company. She travelled all across the region selling her companies wares. She was good at her job, but not great.

Good but not great. Middle of the road. Adequate. These were the by words of her life. She had certainly never set out to attain mediocrity, but she had carved out a life she considered pleasant.

She wasn't thin, but in the modern age her chubby frame was average. She'd passed all her classes at school, but never near the top. She'd preferred reading to playing when growing up, and while she had friends to go out with from time to time, she wasn't anyone's best friend. Except for perhaps her two cats, but they ignored her, as cats ignore anyone.

She really didn't mind though. She could have a worse job. She could have no friends at all. She could have cats that ruined her furniture. Finally she was thankful that she wasn't truly fat.

Eventually the woman's company was merged with another company in the same business. Everyone with redundant jobs was evaluated. Suddenly being a middle of the road saleswoman wasn't enough for the woman to keep her job.

She was put on probation, and told that if she lost weight she would probably boost her sales enough to keep her job.

She had tried dozens of fad diets over the year, but they hadn't worked, and she hadn't stuck with them. She'd lose 10 pounds, and gain 15. She had decided she was better of not losing weight for fear of gaining too much more. She hoped that the fear of losing her job would help her stick to a diet plan better than any others she had followed.

With the help of her friends, who were happy that she was finally doing something about her weight, the woman chose a diet. Like all the others before, it was a fad diet, but it guaranteed she'd lose 30 pounds in the first month. Since she had 3 months to lose 40, that sounded like a great plan.

It was hard mixing the limitations of what she could eat with travel, and the change to her eating habits certainly made the woman irritable. Her sales went down over the course of the month, but she did lose the guaranteed 30 pounds.

Her friends celebrated, and took her out to buy an all new wardrobe. For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful with all the clothes and attention she was getting!

Even though it was tough to maintain the diet, she felt like a million dollars, looked like a million dollars, and people bought from her. She had her best month of sales ever! She even lost the last 10 pounds.

Over the final month of her probation she had another record setting month. She even lost another 10 pounds.

She'd never dreamed of losing 50 pounds, but she had. She found the world was opening itself up to her. She was still a little overweight, but all it did was provide her with voluptuous curves that she dressed to accentuate. She was being approached by strange men. She was the first one her friends called, not the last. Even her cats liked to lay on her lap more often.

The woman was taken off probation, and was given praise for really working hard. She also went off the diet. Now that she'd lost the weight, it was time to eat real food again.

Basil grinned, "She's going to get fat again isn't she? It'll serve her right!"

Sheila feigned a yawn. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out."

Labels: Adiposity Nights, FA, ffa, fiction, Hog's Revenge, Part One, Part Two, The Case of the Crash Diet, weight gain

Sheila's eyes fluttered open to see Basil standing over the bed, a cart full of food containers right behind him. "Finish the food, finish the story, or else." He left her alone.

Sheila groaned at the thought of eating more, but she simply had no other option. She certainly wasn't going to let Basil kill her, and she definitely wasn't going to let him move on to his next murder.

Basil practically bounded into the room as she finished off her last bite of cake that evening. He sat down, looking at her expectantly.

Without another word Sheila continued the story.

A Journey to Fat Acceptance Continued

Keith was with his friends, they were all looking around the bar for some fat girls to take hogging. Keith was trying to find Michelle, but he wasn't having any luck.

It suddenly dawned on Keith that Michelle was putting him through some sort of elaborate ruse, a sort of reverse hogging. Were his friends in on it? Was his girlfriend going to know? What was she doing to do?

Suddenly one of his friends tapped him on the shoulder and introduced him to a girl, saying that she'd wanted to meet Keith by pointing him out. Keith turned to the fat college girl and paused a moment. She wasn't all that fat, not by hogging standards, but she certainly wasn't skinny. Her hair, clothes and makeup were typical of the college girls trying to be more than they were. He took a quick last scan for Michelle before finally deciding to take his latest conquest to a back table and lie to her about how he was going to change his life. On this night of all nights though, his heart just wasn't in it.

When they sat down Keith was shocked. When the frumpy, tasteless hog first opened her mouth, it was Michelle, boasting that she'd said no one would recognise her. Hearing her scolding voice, seeing her bright, intelligent smile showed Keith at once that this was truly Michelle, and that her plan really had worked.

He took another look at her. Her refined makeup was replaced by a cheap plastic look. Her expensive haircut had been assaulted by some sort of gardening implement. Her formerly curvy body was now crammed into off the rack clothing so small that there were bulges of flesh grotesquely hanging over every seam. She truly looked the part of a hog.

Over the course of the evening, Michelle went on and on about what she'd gone through to get to this point, but Keith started to tune her out, like he did with all his other hogging dates. He couldn't get over how fat and tacky Michelle had become, and he really didn't care about her so called hardships. He had a reputation to protect, and it could come crashing down quite easily if anyone happened to figure out who Michelle was.

The hogs were invited to the dining club the next week, and like usual they were as dolled up as their limited means would allow. As per usual they were humiliated by the men and their real girlfriends.

Michelle was in touch the next day. She was impressed by Keith's performance, she genuinely felt like he was disinterestedly leading her on and setting her up to fail. And now that she'd spent some time with the other jilted girls, she knew how hideous the practise was, absolutely destroying any fragile self esteem the girls had had. She also set their next hogging date for him.

Keith was kind of dreading his next encounter with Michelle. He wasn't sure if he could possibly make a life with her and maintain his status in society. She was just so common now, so fat!

Michelle's appearance had changed again. Keith couldn't believe how much larger she'd gotten in a mere month. While she was a borderline hog before, she was one for sure now. Her hair colour was changed, and her makeup was different enough that it would be easy to mistake her for a different woman.

Michelle had concocted a plan though. She knew that Keith and his girlfriend weren't particularly fond of each other. She also knew that Keith's girlfriend was an especially cruel supporter of hogging. Michelle suggested that Keith and Michelle could date regularly, under cover of setting Michelle up for the greatest hogging fall of all time. Then once school was done, they could move on, Michelle could lose her weight and blend back into high society.

Keith was almost disappointed when his girlfriend's insistence that he follow through on Michelle's plan. He wasn't sure which was worse, getting to know just how nasty his girlfriend could be, or being forced to spend so much time with a hog.

Keith and Michelle began seeing each other on a regular basis. She would get all tarted up in cheap makeup and an outlet dress a size too small and join him at the exclusive restaurants and clubs of their world. She always ate with a voracious appetite, really playing up the part of someone trying to soak in as much culture as she could.

Even though they saw each other often, it was difficult for them to get time alone. When Keith's friends were around she played the part of a rube so perfectly, it caught him off guard when she reverted to her normal honest, intelligent, warm self when they really were alone.

Even though their time alone was fleeting, Keith was starting to enjoy them. Michelle was such a stark contrast to his snooty and rather dull girlfriend that he started looking forward to his dates with Michelle, no matter how much a hog she had become.

After several months of dating, Keith's girlfriend suggested that he go all the way with Michelle. Keith and his girlfriend rarely had sex with each other, and it was a fairly open secret they weren't so fond of each other. Keith supposed this was her way of punishing him. Keith was eager to sleep with Michelle again though. She was by far the best girl he'd ever been in bed with.

It was no act Michelle when Michelle squealed with joy when she heard the news. Keith was suddenly apprehensive. The girl he'd had sex with was a soft love bunny. The girl he was going to have sex with was a mountain of white trash flab.

When they were finally alone in Keith's apartment Michelle was all over him. Keith tried to slow things down, he was repulsed by her pale flesh rippling in giant waves as she moved. Michelle was aggressive and she used her superior size to overwhelm him. Afterwards he felt very strange, with her soft body pressed up against him.

For their next date she took him on a reverse hogging. She took him to meet all her fat friends at an all you can eat buffet. Seeing Michelle next to her friends, he realised how big she was getting. As he watched her eat plate after plate of greasy grub though, he suddenly wondered why she wasn't bigger.

Meeting Michelle's friends was truly excruciating. The views they held of the world, the priorities they had in their lives, and the sheer misplaced vanity made him wonder if they didn't deserve their hoggings. It was painful to see Michelle fitting in with them. He knew she was going to be so much more once she was free of this atmosphere.

He was also looking forward to her losing some weight.

When they had sex Michelle continued to force herself upon Keith, and he continued to experience the weird sensations of trying to get his arms around her every expanding corpulence. He was thankful to have her company though, even if he had to share her attention with her food.

As they reached their first year anniversary, Michelle had become the queen of the hogs. She had gained a tremendous amount of weight, Keith could scarcely recognise her as the aristocratic girl he had once proudly dated. She moved around with a slow waddle, then enthusiastic skip in her step long over whelmed. They could only eat at select restaurants and clubs that had seats which were wide enough to accommodate her. They had actually been banned from an all you can eat Chinese food buffet they went to on their slummy dates!

During sex she found it much easier to let Keith take control. He still wasn't fond of how awkward she was to penetrate, or even get his arms around, but he had become accustomed to her massive form taking up most of the bed as they cuddled.

Keith's girlfriend was now preparing to lower the boom on Michelle. Keith was going to get Michelle a big make over, and have her come to his graduation ceremony where she'd meet Keith's real girlfriend at last, and see what a fool she'd been. Keith's girlfriend was so excited that she actually wanted to have sex with him!

Keith was relieved to again have sex with a normal, skinny girl. However he was sorely disappointed. Her body was hard, angular and just seemed devoid of any character or beauty. He found himself longing for Michelle's massive thighs, mountainous belly and overflowing breasts. Cuddling afterwards was a cold, empty affair.

Going back to dating Michelle, he could suddenly see past her hog facade. She was still beautiful, and her round body was actually very attractive. Her body moved in a rhythm all its own, there was a poetry that he had simply never seen before.

Sex went from being a chore to being a pleasure for Keith, and he was becoming much more aggressive, becoming impatient as she finished her desserts, or slowly waddled to the bedroom.

After receiving her extensive makeover Michelle looked like a million dollars. Keith's jaw absolutely dropped when he saw her. The hog facade was completely removed, and compared to the other scrawny women in the room, Michelle's radiant beauty was undeniable.

As the evening wore on, They knew that Michelle's humiliation was coming. It was just a matter of how it would take place. But before anything could happen, Michelle was actually recognised by one of her old friends.

Word quickly swept through the party, as convoluted stories of Keith cheating on his girlfriend with a hog, or of Michelle duping Keith with her facade. The plans changed, Michelle's humiliation never came, but the damage to their relation ship was done. Keith lost both his girlfriend and Michelle, and the only way to repair his reputation was to denounce the both of them.

A few months later Keith was dating another anorexic blue blood, wishing he could get things to work out with Michelle. He managed to get in touch with her again, and she had changed her attitude towards him. She'd decided that she rather enjoyed the 'hog role' she'd been playing. It was wrong to think she was better than her new friends, just different.

Michelle managed to bring her two worlds together, working with her friends to use her money wisely. She and Keith would meet from time to time, and she always seemed more beautiful than the last.

Keith continued to pine for the fun girl that Michelle was, until he heard about another girl they'd know. She was new money, like Michelle. She had a much more raunchy reputation than Michelle, but they had been friends when they were younger. Keith had had lots of fun with her, though they'd grown apart over time. Keith heard that her father had passed away though, and left a bizarre trust fund where she was required to gain weight to gain her money. Keith learned that there was an opening on the trust board, and he volunteered right away.

Sheila sighed heavily. She was sleepy, but Basil still had his rope. She smiled at him, "Just wait until you see what happens to Michelle!"

Hog's Revenge - Part One

Michelle had a lot of anger. She'd been born to a good life, but had been taught how important it was to work hard, and to be responsible. It turned out that many of her peers were immune to such lessons. One of the worst examples was something they called 'hogging', where they would dupe fat women into thinking a better life was calling, but to humiliate them instead.

She had believed she had found someone different though, someone who she could share her views, loves and losses with. She even came up with a plan to have him to herself. She had masqueraded as a hog herself, living a low life, gaining vast amounts of weight to play the part. In the end though, he seemed no different to her. He continued to date tiny women of questionable intelligence and morals.

The worst part was her life had been irrevocably changed. After spending a year living life as hog, she learned to love it. She liked the cheap make up, the wacky clothes, the anything for fun attitude of the other victims of hogging. Even though the weight she gained hampered her mobility, and her ability to fit into many places in society, she even enjoyed that. She had discovered there was incredible food to be had at any price, and she just couldn't get enough of it.

She worked with her friends to put her own resources to good use. They created campaigns that raised awareness of body image issues. They ensured that food was distributed equitably around the world, so everyone had a fair chance at a decent meal, and everyone could have a treat from time to time.

It made her very angry though that she was now an outsider in the blue blood world. Her independent thinking had always set her apart, but now her enormous girth and love of affordable accoutrements made her a pariah. She wished that she could truly make a change to their attitudes, to truly affect the people who could make the world a better place.

Eventually one of Michelle's friends, Peggy, suggested that rich people are always susceptible to blackmail, they simply needed to find the right approach.

Over time, Michelle and her friends finally assembled a conspiracy. Peggy would fake her death, leaving a long and detailed note explaining how her life had taken a downward spiral because of her 'hogging' experience with Arnold. Michelle's conspiracy included law enforcement personnel who would give Arnold the chance to cover up Peggy's 'death' on special conditions.

Their plan went into effect. Arnold was working his way up to partner at a law firm that handled many human rights and feminist issues. It would be disastrous for his past hogging to come to light. He quickly agreed to pay the price, assuming they wanted money.

It was revenge they wanted though: Arnold was to gain weight until he reached the size of Michelle, the one who's life was ruined most. The real reason Michelle was chosen was because she was simply the largest in the conspiracy.

Sheila slapped her hands on her stomach and announced, "It's sleepy time. Come back tomorrow."

Basil looked a little disappointed, wanting to see Michelle's revenge, but he nodded and left the room as Sheila lay down.

Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, FA, ffa, fiction, Hog's Revenge, Part One, Part Two, weight gain

Matt had thought he was fat when he was first dating Annie. Then he gained weight after breaking up and learned what it was like to really be fat.

Matt thought he was fat when Annie had moved into his apartment, but now that she'd been feeding him for six months, he knew what it was like to be really fat.

When Annie had first moved in, she had gained a lot of weight, and was in fact bigger than Matt was for a time. Eventually she'd changed his eating habits though, and he had become far larger than Annie ever was.

He'd never wanted to be this large, but Annie put in so much work keeping him fed, he just loved the way she doted on him! The bigger he became, the more attention she paid to his body as well. She washed him in the shower every morning. She gave him massages with oils and lotions every night. She paid exacting attention to every square inch of his body, and he loved every second of it. The bigger he got, the more she loved it, the more she loved it, the more he loved it, and the bigger he wanted to get.

The hitch in their plan was now Annie's weight. Even though she wasn't gaining weight as fast as she once did, she was still a very large woman. While they had both come to appreciate and enjoy her weight, it was getting in the way. It was a tight squeeze for them in bed. It was a tight squeeze on the couch. It was a tight squeeze in the shower. If Matt was going to get any bigger, Annie would have to get smaller.

At first it was impossible. She spent so much time around Matt's food, she couldn't help but eat. Even a tiny portion of Matt's dinner was enough to make anyone fat, and Annie still had a huge appetite. She planned on finding a gym, but between cooking, shopping and paying attention to Matt, there wasn't time to find a gym, much less start going to one!

One morning as he was trying to find something that fit so he could go to work, Matt finally had the solution: they would have to work from home! Both of them had office jobs, they'd still need to get to work on occasion, but there was no reason they couldn't do 90% of their jobs from the apartment.

They spent the next few weeks convincing their bosses this was the way to go, and finally getting things set up. They would have to go to work once or twice a week, as long as their productivity remained strong.

Matt took to the new arrangement like a fish to water. Even though he never realised it, he was always hungry at work, and it really affected his concentration. Now that he could eat steadily all day long, he was getting much more work done.

Annie, on the other hand, found her productivity spiralling downwards. She was busy making sure that Matt was fed, and she also found herself constantly giving him back rubs or neck massages, to keep him relaxed. Worst of all, she hadn't found a gym yet, and she the constant stream of food had her gaining more weight.

One night the problem finally came to a head. With Matt's increased obesity taking up 3/4 of the bed, there just wasn't room for Annie. If she was facing him, her entire bum was off the bed. If she faced away, her entire belly hung down. If she was on her back, then half her body hung over the edge.

The solution presented itself quickly though. Matt was so much more effective at work that he received a bonus and a raise. He was making more money now than the two of them had together. Annie could quit her job! They used Matt's bonus to buy some exercise equipment so Annie wouldn't have to find a gym.

Before long Matt would rest up after a long day of working and snacking by sitting on the couch and eating. After a long (but never long enough) day of feeding and massaging Matt, Annie would exercise for an hour before making him dinner.

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After her tiny roommates had finished tarting themselves up and headed out for their Friday night dancing, Karen took over the kitchen. She had been comfortable over eating in front of them for a while now, but she still liked to have the place to herself when putting together a truly spectacular meal.

Her Friday feasts were becoming bigger and bigger, she could feel that she was getting close to the size that Michael would finally appreciate. She'd also noticed that Andrea was having more and more trouble dancing. Karen would be ready!

Just as she finally sat down to eat, Sophie, one of her roommates came into the kitchen. Sophie had seen Karen eating her big meals a few times before, but this was the first time she'd come in on a Friday night. Karen stopped and stared for a moment, not sure what to say. Finally she invited Sophie to sit down.

Sophie had twisted her ankle earlier at the gym, and was going to keep off it for the night to see if it felt any better in the morning. She hated not going dancing with the girls, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real sit down dinner either.

Karen and Sophie chatted as they ate the food that Karen had prepared. Karen was a little upset that Sophie was eating her food, but Karen enjoyed having company for a change, she just wasn't popular among her roommates any more.

Sophie went to the hospital the next day and found out that her twisted ankle was a serious sprain, and she'd have to stay off it for a month or so.

Friday night became an informal dinner night for the two girls. Karen would whip up a large dinner for the two of them to share while they talked about their week. Outside of Friday night Sophie ignored Karen as any of the other girls did, but that was fine by Karen, she understood peer pressure.

As Sophie's ankle regained its strength Karen was worried she would lose her friend again. Luckily this coincided with Karen eclipsing Andrea for Michael's attention. Karen was happy that she could now spend Friday with Michael rather than Sophie!

***

Karen loved showing up early at the club on Thursdays. Tim, the bartender, always had a table setup for her with a huge dinner. While the staff got the club ready for the evening she'd eat up, and Tim would come by to chat when he had a few spare moments.

By the time she was finally done eating the club was alive with music and dancing. People were drinking, eating, and having a great time. Everyone always kept an eye on her, looking forward to when she would finally get up and dance.

Finally finished eating, Karen slowly made her way up to the risers to dance. She was so full, she had to move carefully. Ideally she wouldn't be so full when she ate, but she found that if she didn't eat enough before dancing, she was more focused on what others were eating rather than her dancing. Being full was a problem when she danced, but being hungry was a bigger problem. She took her time ascending the steps. She was used to going slowly now, if she tried to hard she'd wear herself out before dancing.

When Karen was finally in position she began to dance lightly. Her body needed time to warm up now. If she tried too hard too quickly, she would tire out too quickly, or even lose her balance, as she was always somewhat larger than last week, and it took time to adjust.

There were times Karen couldn't believe that someone her size could dance, much less put on the spectacular show that riveted everyone's attention. But while dancing she was always aware of the ever growing Melissa, and the recently shrunk Andrea who were ready to take her dancing crown at a moment's misstep. Karen always had Michael's attention when her dance was in full fling, but his attention wandered while she warmed up, or if she had to stop dancing before the other girls.

Just as Karen reached the point she knew she couldn't go on, she took a peek at Melissa and Andrea. Their smiles had faded too, even if they weren't stopping yet, they would shortly. Karen slowed down and gently lowered herself from the riser, her heart pounding and her breath heaving.

As she approached Michael's table she realised he had someone sitting with him. It was Sophie!

Karen blurted out, "Sophie? What are you doing here? You're not fat!"

Sophie smiled to Karen, then smiled at Michael, "Maybe not compared to you, twinkle toes, but I've been stealing your clothes for a month now."

Sophie stood up and twisted around. The clothes were pretty tight on her, and, now that she looked, Karen realised that Sophie had gained quite a bit of weight. She also noticed that Michael was noticing Sophie's weight.

Labels: ffa, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain

Matt woke up early. He looked over at the alarm clock, he still had an hour to sleep. A moment after closing his eyes to go back to sleep he realised why he'd woken up: he could smell bacon!

Without even looking Matt could tell Annie wasn't in the bed. The mattress just wasn't squished enough. She was making herself another big breakfast.
Matt closed his eyes again, he wanted a little more sleep. It was only a moment before he realised that he wanted bacon too much to go back to sleep now. He slowly turned to get up. In the month since Annie had moved in he'd gained weight faster than ever, and was still getting used to getting his growing body out of bed each morning.

He smiled when he got to the kitchen. The table was overflowing with food. Annie was seated at the stove tending some bacon. She turned and smiled at him as she got to her feet. She was wearing a bedsheet as a sort of apron/toga. She'd been wearing it for a couple of weeks now, but Matt was still taken aback by how big she seemed to be in it.

"Looks like you're going to have a big breakfast," he said as he dropped into his chair.

"Correction my love," she slowly brought over the pan of bacon to add to the pile in front of him, "YOU'RE going to have a big breakfast this morning."

"You think I'm going to eat all this?" Matt surveyed the table, he'd never eaten so much in his life, though he'd gotten over the last few months.

As she loaded up his plate with bacon, eggs, ham and hashbrowns she reassured him, "Oh, yes, you're going to eat it all."

Matt laughed a little, "I don't even think you can eat this much!"

Annie glared at him, "This isn't about me, my little man, it's about you. For too long I've sat back and just wished you'd gain some weight. I've finally decided to do something about it."

Matt wanted to argue, but he couldn't resist the bacon any more. He ate the first plate of food quickly, wanting to make room for the pancakes he'd spotted. As Annie drenched the flapjacks in maple syrup he spoke up again, "Gain weight? I've gained plenty of weight. Sure it might not be as much as you've gained..."

Annie cut him off, "I already said, this isn't about me, it's about you. If you think I'm fat now, just wait to see how big you're going to get."

Again Matt was too preoccupied with cleaning his plate to say anything else. Annie added another heap of bacon, eggs and toast to his plate. "I'm never going to finish this before it's time to head to work."

"If that happens, you'll be late for work. But I have faith in you honey. I know you can do it."

More pancakes and Matt was already starting to feel full. He looked out at the table and realised that there wasn't really as much food as he'd thought. He still wasn't sure he'd finish it off, but maybe...

An hour later the dishes were empty and Matt was full. The alarm went off in their bedroom. Annie headed down the hall, "don't worry, I'll get it".

Matt laughed, "like there's any possible way for me to get it. I can't move!"

"Trust me," Annie called out, waddling back into the kitchen, "I know exactly how you feel." She started cooking up some more bacon and eggs.

"Oh Annie! I can't eat another bite, I really can't. I can't even believe I ate what I did."

"This time it really is about me, I'm making MY breakfast now."

Matt watched as the table refilled with just as much food as was there before, and then Annie sat down and managed to eat as much as he had in half the time. "Time to get ready to go," she announced, looking at the clock.

Matt struggled to his feet, still uncomfortably full. Annie seemed to spring to her feet and bound down the hall as she got ready for the day.

When Matt got home from work that evening, pizza boxes were stacked and waiting for him. "There's no way that's enough for both of us," he said, looking the stack up and down.

Annie smiled patiently, "they're all for you lover boy. Eat up!"

Once again Matt managed to eat through more food than he thought possible.

Once again, Annie followed it up with her own tremendous meal.

In fact, this continued through the week. Though he didn't realise it, Matt was eating bigger and bigger meals each time he sat down to what Annie had prepared him. He was eating quicker, as his body became used to processing the vast amounts he was consuming, and he was eating longer, as Annie continued to increase his calorie counts.

When Matt finished breakfast on Saturday morning, Annie noticed he had a somewhat expectant look on his face, "what can I do for you baby?"

Matt was a little befuddled, "I, um, isn't there any more? I'm still hungry."

"Still hungry? Oh baby! I've been waiting for months to hear you say that!" She went right to work making up some more bacon and eggs for him. By lunch time he was hardly done breakfast. Dinner time followed closely after lunch and he was snacking right up until bed time.

At least, it would have been bed time if he could have moved, but he was fast asleep on the couch

Labels: annie, FA, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain