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Kathy's Big Adventure, Part Two
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When the entree came her eyes bulged at the sight of so much pasta.
She was afraid that Ken would think her a glutton if she tried to eat all of
that. But as she felt a strange compulsion to eat it all and as she ate she
noticed that he could hardly keep his eyes off of her. Two hours later she
felt stuffed, yet food remained on her plate.
"You really must finish your meal," Ken said. "I was always told it
was a sin to waste good food." With this he reached over and picked up her
fork. He cut a large piece of three cheese ravioli. He held it before her
mouth. Without a thought, she opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her.
She continued to do so until the plate was wiped clean with a large chunk of
buttered bread, which was also fed to her. By this time, she was so stuffed
she was almost comatose.
How she got to his car she couldn't remember. But as she sat down
the side seams of her dress gave way. She silently thanked her lucky stars
for the extra room it gave her. But she still felt as if she would die from
embarrassment. "This guy will think I'm a big pig!" It was then she heard a
slight moan escape from his lips. And there was no mistaking the bulge in
his pants. Stunned, she decided to take a chance. When he got into the
drivers seat she reached up and began to run her hands sensuously over her
bulging belly.
"I don't believe I ate that much. You must think I'm a real glutton.
"Not really, in fact, I enjoy a girl who has a healthy appetite." Ken drove
her home. But she noticed that he took the long way around. They talked of
various things, avoiding the real issue. When he pulled up to her flat and
helped her out she decided that she would have to make the leap. "Would you
care to come up?"
She spent the next six hours in a fog of orgasmic pleasure. She
remembered him feeding her several candy bars during the ritual of sex. He
spent hours kissing, feeding and massaging her bursting stomach. Ken played
with her growing boobs and thighs.
In the morning she awoke late. A pot of coffee and a plate of sweet
rolls were at the side of her bed. As she drank her coffee and munched on
the rolls she reflected on her actions of the night before. She should have
been revolted by the forced gluttony, but instead was pleased and aroused by
it. Finishing the last of the rolls, She got up and walked into the terminal
room.
She logged on and found that her program had cracked the password. It
was FEEDEE. Strange word, thought Kathy as she typed in the password. But
as the stream of words flashed before her eyes she was more than intrigued.
After the full file had been read, she did it again, this time to a buffer
on her terminal so she could read it off line. As she read the file, she ate
continuously. Half way through she felt stuffed, yet she crammed more and
more into her already distended belly.
It was a story of a young executive woman who had been taken aginst
her will at first and force feed until she was so fat that she could not
move. She read of how this average-sized woman became a huge mountain of
quivering flesh and Kathy's greedy hand slid down past her own bloated belly
and began to masturbate. At the end of the story she came, eyes closed,
picturing herself as the enormous 900 pound beauty in the story.
As soon as she could open her eyes she saw a postscript from a
"Chubby Cheryl" that this would be her last post. After this she saw a
distribution listing. She was surprised at the length of the list. As she
browsed the listing she was stunned to see the name of the President of the
company. But no more that when she saw the name of Kenneth R. McCormick.
So he liked them fat, eh? She had more than suspected this. A sly grin
crossed her face as she placed a call to Ken. He readily agreed to the date
at her house that night. She was planning to cook for them she said.
At four she put on dinner. It would be ready by five and she could
get ready. She went into her bedroom and dug out the jogging shorts she had
bought with the first of her "fat clothes". She held them up and decided
that she could get into them, and she could, just barely. Once she had
struggled to get into her shorts without busting the seams she pulled out an
old tee shirt. It praised chocolate, very appropriate she thought.
Right on the stoke of six Ken rang the doorbell. Kathy called out
for him to come in. She took a last look in the mirror. She overloaded her
clothes to the rending point. She turned and looked at the rear view.
Smiling at the several inches of flab that gushed from under the stretched
shorts and at the thighs that seemed to explode from the confines of the
shorts. The too small tee shirt hugged the ample curves of her expanded
breasts and allowed about three inches of soft white belly fat with matching
love handles to spill clear of the waistband of her shorts. She walked out,
trying to get everything to jiggle.
The look on Ken's face was worth the struggle. She mentioned that
she had lost track of the time and had to change. Ken pleaded for her not
to. "But these shorts are so tight," she teased. "I really must go on a
diet." But she 'relented' and stayed in the girdle-like jogging shorts.
Once they sat down to dinner, Kathy had no trouble out-doing her performance
of the night before. She ate continuously, her hands in constant motion,
bringing forkfuls of food to her waiting mouth. Two hours into the meal, she
had to excuse herself because the shorts had become much too tight. She
returned, clad in a short, flowing peignoir. Once the constriction on her
belly was removed, she began to eat once again with relish.
As they talked she brought the conversation around to her weight
gain. Ken complemented her profusely on how good her new figure looked.
"As good as Teri's?" Kathy asked using the name of the heroine of the
fattening story she had gotten of the system. Ken looked at her without
recognition. "You know, Teri Wright, from the story." Ken's face reddened.
"Don't worry lover. I understand. I just wonder why it took me so long to
see that I really wanted to be fat. And I do want to get fatter and fatter.
Want to help me?" Ken's answer was a long tongue probing kiss.
That night was the start of a new life. Kathy became an eating
machine. Each meal was a chance to out do the last one. And soon meals
blurred into one another. She grew at a rapid pace. By the end of summer,
the 250 pound mark had been reached and passed. She ate more and more. She
restarted the board and soon had many users that encouraged her to eat and
eat. She had a bin built into her desk for M&Ms. She had become addicted
to them and munched over 5 pounds a day.
Ken was more than her lover, he was her coach and her feeder. He was
there when she felt she couldn't go on and shoveled something gooey and good
into her. Not long after the date with the shorts, he bought her seven pair
of sweats, each in a larger size than the last. He also brought her
chocolate every evening. And he had even had gone so far as to set up an
account at The Chocolate House. She could get as much as she wanted
delivered and that suited her just fine.
That Christmas, Kathy went out of her way to be sexy for her lover.
She stuffed herself like a holiday goose from Thanksgiving to Christmas with
the goal of gaining 50 pounds. That morning she got up and stepped on the
new scale to see she weighed 359, a 52 pound gain. She tied a red bow around
her 46" waist and waddled into the bedroom. Ken woke up to the sight of a
sexy cherub waddling toward him totally nude except for a red ribbon.
Her present was dinner in bed. She started off with chips and dip,
progressing to a thick creamy clam chowder which she drank straight from the
tureen (two gallons of it). Next came a sizzling 32 oz. steak cooked to
perfection with potatoes boiled and mashed in butter. A patter of pasta slid
down her throat as she began to feel as if she would burst. And to top of
the meal was a half gallon shake made of cream, half and half, with a whole
container of the richest ice cream around. She made him add a cup of Wate-On
to thicken the drink, and drank it down. After a moment she burped loudly,
smiled and held the mug out to him "again, please".
Kathy lay there with Ken attending to her needs. She looked down to
see that the rolls of fat were gone. Her distended belly had made her front
an turgid ball of flesh. As he worked over her belly with scented oils she
lay back. The belch that escaped her helped in the settling of her stomach.
She accepted his offering of several more candy bars, and drifted off to
sleep still chewing the last of six with her lover massaging her soft and
flabby 35" thighs.
By her birthday in early May she had become so fat and reluctant to
move that Ken had to hire a maid. He also engaged a cook. Kathy sent all of
her time either on the computer or eating. And at the computer she ate
continuously as she typed. All of her sweats, except the largest, had burst
at the seams. She was approaching 450 pounds and eating more than ever. Her
maid and cook took great pride and interest in their mistress's enlargement
and made sure that she had enough food to feed an army ever day. And Kathy
tried and always succeeded in eating everything.
A year passed and Kathy's life style made radical adjustments. Since
passing 650 pounds, she rarely moved from her bed. Ken had moved the
terminal into her bedroom and had mounted the monitor in a corner of the room
where she could see it while reclining on the super king-sized bed. She was
constantly fed by Rachel, her maid. Rachel had just passed 300 pounds
herself and loved to see Kathy so stuffed that she could barely catch her
breath, and then only in gasps. It had been several months since Kathy had
seen Julie, the cook, but Rachel said that Julie herself was now so fat that
she had to hire a helper.
Kathy brushed a lock of her blonde hair out of her eyes with a fat
hand and arm. Like the rest of her, her beautiful hair had grown over the
year and now reached the backs of her hugely fat thighs. Kathy looked over
her fat titties and belly to see Rachel waddle into the room pushing a cart
of chocolate eclairs for her mid-morning snack. She groaned, because her
breakfast of 50 doughnuts, 3 pounds of bacon, a two dozen egg omelet, 3
pounds of Brie cheese, and three gallons of half and half mixed with Wate-on
powder, had hardly settled. "Please no more...I will...pop. Really...I will,"
Kathy gasped due to the sever distention of her belly.
Rachel smiled and sat down next to Kathy. They played this game
several times a week and she had heard this particular variation before.
She clearly was enjoying herself as she began to eat the eclairs by herself.
After all, she had not reached 300+ pounds by eating daintily. After Rachel
had polished off three eclairs, Kathy reached into the pile, unable and now
unwilling to resist the temptation. As she bit down on the first eclair of
many and tasted the light pastry crumble under her white perfect teeth, the
cream filling slide down her willing throat, and the smooth taste of the
chocolate, she wondered how she had held out as long as she had.
As she stuffed the final eclair into her bloated employer, Rachel
reached into the ample decolletage of her over-packed maids uniform. She
insisted on wearing one even though she had out grown all of the ready-made
sizes and now had to have them special made. Kathy knew that Ken liked to
watch the obese maid waddle around in the short black skirt and low-cut
blouse, so she had them made for her. Rachel's pudgy hand held an invitation.
Kathy and Ken had been invited to a party at the President of the company's
home for the following evening.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind of preparations as a dress had
to be made for the now over 700 pound Sysop. The next afternoon, as she sat
on the edge of the bed, wearing the beautiful new dress, her belly nearly
resting on the floor, she had never felt so hot and sexy.
Later that night, as she slowly struggled to move her immense bulk
from the back of the van to the dining room of the President's house she felt
even hotter. The low cut sky blue dress matched her eyes and it's tightness
accentuated the enormous bulk barely contained underneath it. She felt her
lovers's hands fondle one of the myriad rolls of fat above her hips as he
helped her waddle ponderously into the house. She had to stop several times
to catch her breath, but made it to the door. She knew now that the
President loved his ladies big, and was waiting to see a look of lust on his
face as she struggled into his house. She was to be slightly disappointed.
As she entered the dining room she stopped. She had naturally thought
she would be the only hugely obese woman there. She was wrong. There were
five other couples there. Each woman was well over 500 pounds, and they were
all gorgeous, each in her own way. Kathy was jealous of a woman for the
first time in several years, but the feeling passed. She clearly was the
largest woman in the room. She could she the lust in the rest of the men's
eyes and the envy in the eyes of the girls. She moved slowly, waddling
awkwardly to the extra-wide padded chair that stood in front of her name
card.. She sat down with the chair moaning in protest. As soon as she had
caught her breath, she asked for a chocolate shake.
part 3 to follow...
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