Anticipation pt.3 now with cover artwork

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"Ms. McCann? Melanie McCann?" I could hear the nurse say as she looked around the crowded waiting room puzzled. "Hi, right here" I said getting up to sign myself in. As I walked to the desk I could see that Nurse Donna had finally recognized me. I had only been coming to see Dr. Silverman for the past six years. "Oh....Melanie...sorry honey I didn't recognize you right away. Did you umm...change your hair style?" she said to me clearly uncomfortable with the situation. I played a long "Oh yes I did, I went with a bob. Thanks for noticing." The whole encounter between me and Nurse Donna got really awkward as she walked me down the hallway to the examination room. She kept trying to talk about hair styles, asking me where I went and what stylist did the work and what products I used. I work in a doctor's office too, so I get the whole small talk thing that nurses have to do but this was different. You could tell there was more going on in her head than was coming out of her mouth. I appreciated that she didn't want to hurt my feelings because we both knew the real reason I looked so different, I had gotten fat.

Donna handed me my gown and told me Dr. Silverman would be in shortly before closing the door. As I began to strip down I thought about night Luke first told me he loved me and the five months since then. A smile crept across my face as I reminisced about how great the past few months had been. We had grown very close and not just sexually but emotionally as well. Someone had truly loved me for the first time in my life and it felt amazing. In the past I had always rolled my eyes whenever one of my girlfriends talked about the warm gushy feelings they had about a guy but now I was experiencing them for myself and it was strange. Part of the gushy feelings came from the fact that I was just more relaxed now than I had ever been before. Anxiety had been a constant force for me since childhood but this new relationship had helped me soften the edges. Just knowing that I had Luke to lean on was a really calming influence for me, whenever I was having an anxious moment I would think about him and it helped. I still had moments of intense worry but I was no longer letting them drive me to complete exhaustion. Being happy felt right, it felt comfortable. I liked the changes that were going on with my psyche but unfortunately my personality wasn't the only thing that had taken on a new shape. My body had decided to join in on the fun as well.

Standing on the cold linoleum in just my underwear while holding the gown I looked down at the fat mound of flesh that used to be my stomach. My lower belly had grown so big it jutted out about three inches ahead of the rest of my stomach. There wasn't any hang at all to the fat, it just kind of stuck out suspended in front of me. My bellybutton which was still visible was slowly starting to get covered by the rolls of my upper and lower belly. I had cellulite along my ribs and my love handles bulged out at my sides with creases forming at the tops of them. I grabbed my belly with both of my hands and as the fat squished between my fingers I jiggled it violently. That was when I heard the knock at the door. "Shit!" I said to myself as I haphazardly threw the gown over my chubby body and hopped up on the examination table.

"Good afternoon Melanie, how have you been?" Dr. Silverman asked without an ounce of surprise as he entered the exam room. Considering how Donna had stumbled all over herself at the sight of me I expected at least an eyebrow raise from the good doctor. He gave nothing away and got right down to business. "So are we just doing the standard physical today? Is there anything that's concerning you?" Dr. Silverman asked as he got out His notepad and began to scribble some stuff down. "No" I answered.

There are only a few things in life less appealing than getting a physical but somehow he is able to make it tolerable. I think it has to do with the fact that some doctors only care about the next prescription they can write out, not with Dr. Silverman, you get a genuine sense from him that he actually cares about you and your wellbeing. He is also a small old man so you never really feel intimated by him, which is one of the main reasons I have kept him as my doctor for so many years.

During the examination I started to feel dread wash over me because I knew the one thing I wasn't ready for was coming. I was going to be weighed. I hadn't weighed myself in almost 3 months. I started putting on the pounds pretty quickly after that night at the steak house and it was easier to ignore my weight than to watch the scale tell me how I was getting fatter and fatter. I had ballooned up a lot since that night and was definitely in denial of how big I was getting. To cap it off, my last visit to Dr. Silverman was almost five months before I even met Luke, so I was much bigger than the last time he saw me. Regret clouded my mind as I thought about all the times I made excuses as I shoveled fattening food into my face. "Oh it's only a pint of ice cream, oh it's only a snickers bar" I would say to myself before I would slide the snack past my lips. Now I am not a complete idiot I knew I was gaining weight, it was pretty obvious when I saw my button land in the fish tank after it popped off my work pants one day. I just chose to make excuses and hide from it, mostly by wearing baggy clothes and sweat pants. Luke was responsible for most of my weight gain. He got me into stuffing and my stomach had gotten so stretched out that I was hungry all the time. It made me make poor choices and that's bad when you have a feeder boyfriend that has a kitchen exploding with junk food and a mother who cooks enough food to feed a small village. Not to mention a fat friend who insists on taking you to every greasy spoon in town for lunch. Another factor was that as I piled on the pounds Luke seemed to grow more and more attracted to me, I couldn't keep him off of me sometimes. It was a turn on to be wanted that badly so I just kept eating and eating. But now I had to face my gluttony head on, there were no more excuses and no more places to hide my ass.

Reflexes check, blood pressure check, heart rhythm check, breathing check, eye test check, it had seemed like Dr. Silverman had gone over everything and my physical was done. He went over to the counter and paused for a few moments. I couldn't believe it I had made it through the whole examination and wasn't going to get weighed in. I was so happy and relieved that I started to inch my way off of the table that was when the doctor put up his finger and said "Hold on dear we are almost finished." Crushed I sat back on the table and turned some shade of grey. I was about to cry when Dr. Silverman turned around and said the last words on earth I wanted to hear "Ok Melanie can you please stand on the scale for me, I am a bit concerned about your weight."

It felt like an out of body experience as I walked across the exam room and on to the scale. 'Clank' the sound bounced off the beige walls and back into my ears. All I could do was stare at the ceiling as the doctor slide the weights over and over until the scale finally relented. "Ok" the doctor said as he went back over to the counter. I looked down at the scale to see the damage. 178, one hundred and seventy eight pounds! I had put on fifty five pounds since I met Luke only 7 months ago. I was legitimately shocked at my weight. Before I stepped on the scale I had figured I was maybe 155 at the most. I didn't even get a minute to process the horror show in front of my face when Dr. Silverman came back with some weird clamp thing in his hands. "What is that?" I asked sheepishly. "It a device called a skin fold caliper, it is used to measure your body fat percentage. Can you please step off of the scale for me and lift your gown to your rib cage." I did as the doctor told me. I got off of the scale, lifted my gown and exposed my fat belly to him. The caliper first gripped my bulging love handle. I could feel the tool squeeze into my soft flesh as the doctor took down notes. Next he clamped onto my lower belly, the upper part of the clamp was almost in my belly button giving me a weird sensation and the lower half cupped the rest of my blubbery roll. I felt so unbelievably fat at this moment. As I was standing there having my fat gut being pinched and measured, I felt like another person. It was like I was in some other person's body, some fat person but with my thoughts. This was the point where I became completely overwhelmed. I tried to look up to stop the tears but it was no use. I broke down and cried.

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Dr. Silverman was very sweet to me, as soon as he noticed I was upset he offered to leave the room for a few minutes.  I told him I was fine so he continued.  He went on to measure the fat on my arm with the caliper and also take a measurement of my waistline which was about thirty five inches at that point.  With all the measuring done he left the room so I could get dressed.  Putting my clothes back on I felt completely embarrassed, I couldn’t believe I actually cried in front of my doctor.  He came back into the room a few minutes later and pulled a stool up for the both of us.  “Look Melanie I know this hard to hear but you have gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time.  Your body fat percentage has gone up almost 18 percent, that isn’t good.  I am worried that there might be something else going on so I am scheduling you a visit with a thyroid specialist.”  My heart started to race and my palms sweated, I was caught, I couldn’t lie about what was going on with me to him.  There was no way I could go to another doctor and have him waste his time testing me for something that wasn’t there. I had to come clean before this escalated any further.  “Look Dr. Silverman there isn’t anything wrong with my thyroid I have just been overeating a lot lately. I have a new boyfriend who loves to take me out to dinner and have been making poor choices with my diet” I confessed to him.  Strangely it felt really good to finally say it out loud.  “Ok I understand, believe me you aren’t alone” he said with a chuckle.  “But look right now you are significantly overweight and I would like a big improvement the next time I see you. I will tell you that other than the weight you are in excellent health and if you start exercising you will be able to drop this weight fairly easily…Ok?” 

As I walked out of the office and to my car I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me.  I faced my fear and while it was hard I got through it.  It was such a relief to finally be honest with myself, I had gotten fat and it wasn’t the end of the world.  Being heavier didn’t affect me negatively at all, I was still healthy as ever.  Breaking down in front of the doctor was obviously embarrassing but it was also kind of cathartic as well. 

Driving back to our apartment, yes I moved in with Luke earlier in the month, I couldn’t keep my hands off of my tummy.  The entire drive home I kept grabbing and squeezing each of my two pudgy rolls.  The lower roll flubbed over my waist band and the upper roll sat gently on top of it.  With every bump I could feel them jiggle slightly.  It was like two tectonic plates of chub shifting against each other.  I started to get turned on when I ran my finger around and into my belly button.  The feeling of suction around the tip as the two rolls covered the rest of my finger was so exciting.  My heart started to pound as I got closer and closer to the apartment.  All I could think about was getting to the kitchen and shoving every fattening piece of food we had into my mouth.   Every stop like was like an eternity. Every cross walk wound me up more and more until I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

My heart was racing when I finally pulled into my parking space.  By the time my car door had shut I was already halfway to our front door.  I still wasn’t used to the new keys so I jumbled them around nervously trying to find the right one.  With the door finally opened I made a beeline straight to the bedroom.  I didn’t want to get any food on my nice clothes so I wanted to change into my sweatpants and a tank top.  I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.  Once naked I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t turn away.  I looked at my chunky body up and down.  Everything on me had gotten chubby and plump.  I turned around to look at my butt and it looked like two fat pieces of ham back there.  My ass had gotten a lot wider than it used to be and now had cellulite covering both cheeks.   I slapped my hands on my ass and squeezed. There was much more butt than I had hands to cover it with. The fat back there wasn’t wobbly like most girls it was kind of firm almost solid.  I ran my fingers along each new dimple, caressing it and poking it.  Next I grabbed my belly and shook it violently in the mirror.  It wobbled and jiggled as I let it go, finally coming to a rest a second later.  Then I turned to my side and slapped my bulging lower belly and watched as the fat rippled across my midsection and up to my breasts.  I was up to a D-cup at that point but it was deceiving.  They actually looked bigger than they were.  It was probably because they stuck straight out so much.   All the fat in my breasts was new I guess it hadn’t had time to sag yet, I figured that would come later.   From all the growing they were kind of tender so I didn’t play with them much and moved on to my face.  I won’t lie it had gotten pretty plump.  My whole face was wide and puffy now.  You could see the weight most at the point where the corner of my lips met my cheek.  Before I used to look sucked in there, now it was round and puffy.   My cheeks were so big that when looked down enough I could actually see them. That was new. 

With my breath short and my heart racing I couldn’t take anymore, I threw on my clothes and bolted for the kitchen.  I opened the refrigerator door and was greeted with delight.  Luke had brought home an entire box of chocolate dipped cannoli Maria had made for us.  I started to drool.   I took out the first cannoli and stared at it for a few moments.  “You’re going to turn into a fucking blimp” I thought to myself.  I looked down at my tubby belly and realized I have been happier than ever before since I got fat.  I was in a strong stable relationship with someone who loved me. Getting chubby was a turn on for the both of us and I didn’t want to deny that urge.

I bit into that cannoli and it was like euphoria.  The sweet chocolate, the crispy shell, and the creamy filling were amazing.  I felt a tingle run up and down my spine like never before.  I was now getting fatter on purpose and it nearly brought me to an orgasm.  I finished that first cannoli in about three bites and then quickly demolished the remaining five in similar fashion.   Not nearly satisfied I went back to the refrigerator and grabbed a tube of cookie dough.  Then I went to the cupboard and got a bag of potato chips and a bag of Cheetos.  I then made my way to the couch so I could gorge myself in comfort.  I was so happy sitting there shoving handfuls of chips and bites of cookie dough into my mouth.   There was Cheeto dust at the corner of my mouth and my fingers were greasy and stained orange.  I grabbed my belly with my clean hand and fondled it as I continued making a pig of myself.  Bite after bite of the cookie dough went down my throat as my hand also started to go south.  With a belly full of junk food I lay down on the couch and began to pleasure myself.  I thought about getting myself getting fatter and chunkier until none of my clothes fit.  I thought about getting stretch marks and big huge ass. I thought about Luke tying me down and feeding me until I couldn’t move. When I was close to climaxing I heard keys at the door.  I had completely lost track of time and Luke was getting home from work.  A few months ago I probably would have been embarrassed and tried to not look like such a slob by cleaning up.  But at that moment I didn’t care, I wanted him to see me like this. 

Luke walked into the apartment clearly surprised to see me in this condition.  With the box from the cannoli ripped open on the counter, two bags of chips and a half eaten tube of cookie dough in front of me he said with a chuckle “got a little hungry huh?”  He put a bag from Victoria’s secret on the kitchen counter and walked over to me.  “Is that for me?” I asked somewhat flushed.  “Yes I have something planned for you once we get back from visiting your parents.” He responded.   “So you ate all of this by yourself?” he asked as he patted my chubby belly.  “Yeah it was good” I said biting my lip at him.  “And what were you doing when I walked in?” he asked provocatively.  “I was pleasuring myself while thinking about how much fatter I’m going to get” His eyes bugged out of his head at my response.  Once he composed himself he leaned in and kissed me on the lips gently. We both laughed as he told me I tasted like Cheetos.  He then made his way down to my waist and took off my sweat pants.  I thought he was going to make love to me instead he put his head between my legs and began to pleasure me.  He squeezed my gut with both of his hands as he brought me closer and closer to climax.  It felt so dirty and hot. I swear my eyes went crossed at one point.  My orgasm was so hard I almost suffocated him between my thighs.   

Afterwards I felt completely disgusting and couldn’t wait to take a shower.  I tried to take one alone but Luke insisted we do it together.  I relented and we both hopped in.  I let him do all the work as he lathered up my wet chub with body wash.  It was hilarious I looked like a chubby seal glistening with all the water and soap.  Luke could barely control himself as he made love to my slippery body in the shower.  I didn’t really have another orgasm in me so I just enjoyed pleasing him.   It was a lot of fun.

Getting dressed for bed that night I couldn’t help but wonder what Luke had in that bag for me.  I had completely forgotten about it during our encounter and he had hidden it as soon as we had gotten out of the shower, so I didn’t even have a chance to spy.  It was bugging me but I figured I would just let him surprise me even though I hated surprises. 

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Sitting in my seat preparing for our flight I watched as the other passengers shuffled into the plane like cattle.  One by one they entered all with the same lifeless look on their faces.  Even though they were all different shapes, sizes, races, and genders they all looked the same to me. Miserable.  I can’t say that I blame them, flying has become a pretty awful experience but I do try my best to not let life’s drudgery get to me.  I let Luke have the window seat because he really enjoyed the view.  That meant I was stuck with the middle seat.  I never had bad luck with the middle seat on previous flights so I didn’t really think much of it but of course my luck was about to end. 

The first thing that came into my line of sight was the woman’s enormous stomach.  As the rest of her came in to view I could see the woman was well over three hundred and fifty pounds.  There were still plenty of seats behind me on the plane so I was hoping that she would continue down the aisle.  Instead she plopped her huge body in her seat right beside me.  As she sat next to me her body folds overflowed the armrest and fell into my seat.  As I said previously, I would never judge anyone on their weight and I wasn’t judging her either, I have seen other big people on flights handle it with consideration and class.  What bothered me was that her body was invading my personal space and she didn’t really seem to care about it.  I could feel her body heat as she grunted and wheezed next to me.  That was when I felt Luke tap me on the arm.  Not wanting to offend the woman he just crossed his fingers at me, asking me if I wanted to switch seats.  I declined but I appreciated the offer.  The stewardess came by and discretely gave the woman a seat belt extender.  As she struggled to get the belt on she whacked me with her elbow in my arm. It hurt. I didn’t expect and apology and didn’t get one. By the time our flight landed I was literally ready to climb over the seat in front of me to get off of that plane.  The whole experience showed me exactly what I didn’t want to end up like as I continued putting on weight.

Finally getting off of the plane we made our way to the pickup area and waited for my parents to get there.  I was excited to see them.  It had been about seven months since I had the money to afford the plane tickets.  About three years ago they decided out of nowhere to move across the country to the west coast.  It had been my parents….ok my mother’s life’s dream to live out in California.   I didn’t have any problem with them living so far away but what bugged me was how they expected me to buy my own plane ticket just to see them. 

As I saw my parents car approaching us I could see my mother’s expression change as she saw me.  Her jaw droop slightly and her eye brows rose up, there was no doubt she was shocked at my appearance.  She quickly corrected herself as the car came to a stop in front of us.  “Hi there, you must be Luke.  It’s very nice to finally meet you” my mom cheerfully said as she got out of the car and gave Luke a hug.  Next she came to greet me but scanned me from head to toe first.  “Good to see you” she said coolly as she gave me an awkward hug.  My dad almost squashed me as he pulled me in for a big hug and kiss on my plump cheek.  Then with the same green eyes as me he looked Luke in the eye and gave him his notorious iron grip handshake. Luke didn’t flinch.  “Alright guys let’s get out of here, mom has dinner waiting for us at home” dad said as he took our bags and put them in the trunk. 

This was Luke’s first real Thanksgiving and this being my favorite holiday I was glad to share it with him.  I love everything about Thanksgiving.  First obviously the food, second it takes place during the fall, my favorite season.  Missing out on the foliage was kind of a bummer but I made the best of it.  The second the front door opened, the aroma from all the wonderful food hit my nose.  My mom was a great cook and I couldn’t wait to dive in.  But first Luke and I had to put our bags away in the guest room and take showers.  “Thank you for bringing me to your holiday and introducing me to your parents it means a lot to me” Luke told me as we headed to the dining room.  On the table was an amazing spread of food.  All the usual suspects where there, a large turkey, a mountain of stuffing, cheesy green bean casserole, fluffy biscuits, buttery mashed potatoes,  a dense pecan pie, and cranberry sauce.  It was a large amount of food for just four people. “Mom why didn’t wait for me I would have helped you bring this stuff out.” I said as she brought out the gravy boat.  “Sit down and eat, you two had a long flight. Enjoy yourselves.” she responded without looking at me.  Luke and I loaded our plates and dug in.  The turkey was juicy and seasoned perfectly.  My mom had made the stuffing Italian style for Luke by adding pieces of sausage and mozzarella to it, it was amazing.  I poured gravy all over everything except the cranberry sauce. 

“So Luke how would you like to go out with me on the boat tomorrow morning and do some fishing?” my dad asked him.  “Mr. McCann….Clark, I’d would love to. I haven’t been fishing in years.  Also thank you Sandy.  This dinner is amazing I have never had anything like it before” Luke said smiling at my parents.  They were infatuated with him and his charisma.  All night they asked him questions about everything from how he got to the US to how we met to his mother.  They wanted to know everything.  He was a trooper though and humored them. 

Sitting there stuffing my face at the dinner table I could sense my mother’s judgment.  While she was all bubbly and cordial with Luke, she was cold and distant towards me.  I knew she had a problem with my weight but I didn’t know why she did.  Back when I was in high school she was heavy too, heavier than I was at that point even so I didn’t understand what the judgment was about.  If I knew she was going to act like this I would have warned her ahead of time.  I could feel her displeasure with me and it made me feel uncomfortable eating in front of her.   Don’t get me wrong though I still put a sizeable dent in Mt. Stuffing, I just couldn’t bring myself anywhere near capacity.  After a few glasses of wine some subtle things started to slip out of her.  Most notably when the pecan pie was being passed around for desert, I was last inline and instead of handing it to me she put it down on the table.  No one else had noticed the slight but I did and it pissed me off.  I cut a large slice out of the pie and plopped it down on my plate while giving her a nasty look.  She had basically ruined Thanksgiving for me and I was steaming but I played nice so Luke could enjoy himself.  Sitting there pissed off and getting drunk all I could think about was what Luke had in that bag for me back at home.  Whatever was in there, I was going to eat myself out of the second we got back. 

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After dinner Luke and I went up to the guest room.  Once alone I stripped down to just my tank top and panties.  The tank top hadn’t fit in a while and had actually gotten to the point where it rode up to my belly button exposing my chunky lower belly.  My panties had permanently lost the battle with my bulge and the waist band had curved down against the weight of my new belly.  Obviously Luke loved seeing me like this so he poked and jiggled my fleshy gut as I giggled.  He then squeezed my ass with both hands and whispered in my ear “You are getting a fat ass.” I quivered at his words and that was when I did something I had never done before.  Motivated by my mother’s attitude towards me I pushed Luke on the bed, took off my tank top and jiggled my belly for him.  I wiggled it from side to side and up and down.  I squished it in and out while fingering my belly button.  I also played with my plump breasts, wobbling them and pinching my nipples.  I squeezed them until the soft flesh flowed between my fingers then let the plop down.  I could see that we were both getting really turned on but my parents were literally right below us so I had to stop and calm us both down.  That was when I leaned into him and said seductively “You will have to wait until I am wearing whatever is in that bag before you get anymore.” That was when a sly smile came across Luke’s face and he said “Well since you are teasing me I might as well tease you back.  Here is my plan for when we get back.”  He went on to tell me how when we got back he was going to have me go out alone and pick up whatever food I wanted and come home and stuff myself for him with it.  This was something I had never done in all of our previous stuffing sessions and it excited me.  My food was always either brought to me or I went to it. I was going to have to go out, look someone in the eye and order tons of food just for myself. He also told me how I had to wear the outfit he brought me the whole day under my work clothes.  That way I would be reminded all day of what was to come. I know it might not sound too wild or kinky but I still had two full days to think about this before I could even begin to exercise the plan.   The fact that I was forced to wait made my hair stand up.  “Sweet dreams” Luke said with a laugh as he rolled over to go to sleep. 

That night I could barely sleep. All I could think about was food.  I laid there thinking about what I would buy and how much of it there would be. Images of éclairs, cheeseburgers, pizza, fried chicken, chocolate, and ice cream danced through my brain.  Thoughts of shoving endless amounts of food into my stretching belly made me toss and turn for hours.  At about three in the morning I couldn’t take any more and as silently as possible I ran my fingers down the front of my panties to pleasure myself under the sheets.  Relaxed I was finally able to get some sleep. 

By the time I woke up the next morning Luke and Dad where already out on the boat and Mom was out in the backyard gardening.  Starving I threw on some sweat pants and made my way to the kitchen for breakfast.  When I opened the refrigerator I smiled at all of the leftovers that were neatly packed in Tupperware.  I took out the containers and put them on the counter to construct my breakfast. One of my favorite sandwiches in the world is the Day After sandwich.   The Day After is basically all the best parts of Thanksgiving dinner crammed between two to three slices of bread. This is a sandwich I only eat once a year so it is very special to me.  I like to make mine with the cranberry sauce spread on two inner layers of bread then add the turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes. Then I douse the entire thing with the leftover gravy and toast it. 

My sandwich was steaming and smelled delicious as I sat down at the kitchen table to eat.  That was when I heard my mom enter the house.  She zipped right past me to without a word and began washing her hands in the sink.  I was officially over her attitude but was too entangled with my breakfast to say anything.  The next thing I knew she was standing in front of me with her arms crossed and a nasty look on her face.  “What?” I said with a mouthful of food.  “What is going on with you?” she said snappily.  I knew what she was talking about but didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.  “Nothing is going on with me….what is going on with you?” I responded sassily.  “Look at you!” she shouted at me as she lifted my shirt and poked her finger into my chubby belly.  I was in complete shock.  My mother had never acted like this towards me before.  Granted I had never gotten fat before but still she had no right to do that to me.  I couldn’t believe she had degraded me like that.  I threw my sandwich on the plate got up and screamed at her to stop it.  “I am not going to stop it, you are fucking enormous! What happened to you!” her face turned beet red as she screeched back at me.   As tears started to well up in my eyes I turned around and marched back up to the guest room.  I slammed the door behind me and broke down on the bed.  I felt like a teenager having a temper tantrum and it sucked. I couldn’t help it though my mother had just made me feel like I was some disgusting animal.  She looked at me the same way I looked at that woman on the flight over and it really upset me.

After about an hour I stopped being upset and started getting angry.  Not only had she insulted me horribly but she ruined Thanksgiving and my goddamn Day After sandwich.  I sat on the bed with my legs folded and stewed.  That was when I heard a knock on the door. “Melanie?” I heard her say. “Melanie can we talk?” she pleaded from behind the door.  “Not if you are going to insult me again!” I shouted.   “I promise I won’t can I please come in?” she asked again.  I was still pissed off but I relented and let her in.  When she entered I could see she had been crying also.  She brushed her blonde hair away from her thin face and sat next to me on the bed.  “Look Mel I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I was wrong.  I just didn’t know how to handle this, you have put on so much weight it was a shock. When I saw you shoving that ridiculous sandwich in your face I snapped. Honestly, I am mostly concerned with your health. It’s not good to be this heavy” She told me.  I didn’t really buy the last part, she was mad that she had a fat daughter now but I didn’t want to fight again so I let it go.  “I am perfectly healthy. I just went to the doctor last week” I responded.  “Then how did this happen so quickly?” she asked with her face growing concerned.  “I started dating Luke and…..” she cut me off before I could finish. “And you got a little lazy?” she asked as she put her hand on my shoulder.  “No mom” I said softly.  “Aren’t you afraid Luke might leave you? He seems like a great guy and I don’t want to see you lose him because you let yourself get heavy” she said in the most parental way possible.  “First, can you stop saying heavy. Second, he is the reason I’m fat” I admitted to her.  I could see the disbelief on her face as she tried to process what I just told her. “Wait really?” she asked with her head turned slightly sideways.  “Look I don’t want to get into specifics with you on this. Just know that I am healthy and we are both happy with how I am. Really happy” I said confidently to her.  “Alright sweetheart if this is what makes you happy then I am ok with that…..honestly” she said as she finally gave me a sincere hug.   We laughed as I asked if I could go finish my sandwich now. 

I heard my father’s truck pull up in the driveway while mom and I were eating at the table chit chatting.  She was much more relaxed after our talk, I was glad I finally got some time quality with her.  When I heard them walking up the stairs I sprang up to go open the front door.  A loud yelp came out of me when I opened the door and there was a fish with large teeth staring me in the face.  Luke had caught a big mean looking fish and scared the crap out of me with it.  He and my dad cracked up at my reaction.  “Your boyfriend here is a hell of a fisherman” my dad exclaimed while still laughing.  They then went out back to clean and fillet that monster.

The rest of our stay was thankfully uneventful.  I spent the rest of our last day with the plan gnawing at me.  Every time I caught eyes with Luke that son of a bitch winked at me.  It was driving me nuts, I hadn’t had sex or stuffed myself in almost three days and he was messing with me.  I got impatient because I knew that by this time tomorrow I would have every desire I wanted but it seemed so far away.  We ate Luke and my Dad’s catch for dinner. It was good but not what I truly wanted.  I wanted carbs, I wanted sugar and I wanted fat! 

[fattony20]

We flew out around 6p.m. and got home around midnight that night.  When we opened the front door I ordered Luke to show me what he had gotten me.  I couldn’t wait any longer.  Luke came out of the bedroom with a red satin bra, panties, a half gown, garter belt with stockings.  It was beautiful and asked to go try it on, he let me.  First though I had to take a shower. With my wet hair I started to shove myself into the lingerie and realized Luke had gotten everything a size too small.  I was bulging out of everything I had on.  The garter belts straps dug into my chubby thighs and my muffin top flowed over it from all sides.  The panties were small and my ass swallowed up most of the fabric in the back.  I was literally pouring out of the bra and if stepped too hard my breasts would have popped out.  The half gown was the only comfortable thing he had gotten.  Luke’s jaw dropped when I stepped out of the bathroom.  He quickly came over to me and kissed my lips as he told me how beautiful I looked.  I was so unbelievably horny at that moment I just threw myself at him.  I didn’t care about the eating or the plan I just wanted sex.  To my surprise Luke denied my advances.  He pushed me off of him, looked into my green eyes, smiled and told me I still had a few more hours to wait. I don’t know where he got the will power to do this because he was obviously horny too. It was kind of impressive. I went to sleep that night frustrated but also excited. 

The next morning I had a pit in my stomach and my legs were weak ask put the lingerie on. I was so nervous I couldn’t believe I was actually going to wear this stuff under my clothes to work.  I had to find my baggiest pants and shirt to hide the bulges the lingerie was causing. The baggy clothes kind of helped but not that much. I still had visible pantie lines from the tight underwear.  It was pretty uncomfortable to wear but I knew it would pay off later that night.  I stopped at a local drive thru to get breakfast on my way to work and as I ate I could feel the tightness around my waist.  Even just that little bit of food gave me a full feeling.  I was starting to understand Luke’s plan with much more clarity. 

At my desk during the first half of the day I could barely concentrate on what was happening around me.  All I could think about was getting out of there an eating.  Every time I moved or shifted, I could feel the tight fabric rub against my chub.  It started to feel good after a while.  Being a receptionist is an annoying job to start with but trying to do it while fantasizing about your next fetish encounter makes it even harder.  Sitting there squirming the minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like days. Around noon Sam came up to me so we could go on our usual lunch break.  Up today was Tim’s Deli, a notorious pig out place for the local colleges.  She wanted to go badly since the colleges were still on break and it wouldn’t be crowded. 

I agreed to go but didn’t want to spoil my appetite for later so I ordered a small ham wrap.  I looked up from my phone when I heard a thud in front of me.  The waitress had put down my “small” wrap, the thing must have weighed a pound and a half.  I thought it was a mistake so I looked up at her and told her I had ordered a small.  “Yeah honey that is a small” she responded walking away.  “I told you this place was worth it” Sam said as she began eating.  I felt guilty eating the wrap but it was really incredible.  It was made with real carved ham with a house made mustard sauce.  I quickly gobbled up the sandwich and leaned back.  That was when I started to feel crappy.  The entire wrap was getting squeezed up by the garter belt right into the upper part of my gut.  I started to panic because I could feel the fabric straining under the pressure.  The last thing I wanted to do was snap that lingerie before I even got home. 

As I went to sit into Sam’s car to head back to work I felt the fabric finally let go. It made me really upset but there was nothing I could do.  I didn’t want anyone to know so I had to play it cool.  When I finally looked down I learned it wasn’t the garter belt that snapped it was my pants button and Sam had noticed.  “Here you go Mel I always keep a spare” She said as she handed me a belt from the back seat.  “Uh thanks” I said quietly as I slipped the belt on. I was pretty embarrassed but Sam said it had happened to her before and not to worry.  When we got back to the office I tried my best to not think about what was to come later but it was too hard.  I had a pound and half of food floating in my belly and every time I moved it made me hornier and hornier.  By a quarter to five my palms were sweating and my heart was pounding.  The second the clock struck five I was already on my way out of the door with one goal in mind. 

I had thought long and hard all weekend about what to get for my gorging and now was my time to act.  I had narrowed it down to three places. The first was the Chinese place around the corner from work Panda Garden. They had great food and big portions. The second was the little Italian place with the awesome chicken parmesan that Sam had taken me too, I forget the name. Third was Willy’s, who in my opinion had the best and biggest burgers in town.  Walking to my car I came to a decision…..Willy’s.  I was so excited as I got into my car that before I even had the key in the ignition I was already kneading my belly fat.

By the time I got to Willy’s my face was flush and my breathing was shallow.  Meekly I walked into the restaurant and placed my order nervously.  Five double cheese burgers, two orders of large fries and two milkshakes.  I stood there impatiently waiting for my order, ready to peel my own skin off.  In reality it had only taken ten minutes but I was no longer in reality so it felt like hours.  I grabbed my huge bag of food and bolted for the door. 

I took off out of the parking lot with my heart and engine racing.  All of my senses were heighted as I made my way back to the apartment.  I had so much nervous excitement coursing through me that everything around me seemed to slow down.  I could smell all of the food emanating from the bag.  The smell of the grease from the fries, the onions, and the meat from the cheeseburger all hit my nose at the same time.  It was intoxicating. 

[fattony20]

My tires squealed with displeasure as I pulled into my parking space.  I hurried to the door as fast as my chubby legs would take me.  My hands shook as I nervously tried to open the door.  Once inside I let out deep breath.  It was time to eat.  I called out for Luke but there was no answer. There was a chair in the middle of the kitchen, I figured he was changing a light bulb or something and would be back soon.  I put the burgers in the oven to keep them warm and the shakes in the fridge.  As I started to unbutton my shirt I felt a hand on my shoulder. “AH!”I shouted while quickly looking around.  It was Luke and he had some sort of rope in his hand.  “You scared the shit out of me. What’s that rope for?” I asked.  “Come here and I will show you” he said creepily.  I was suspicious so I stayed put. “It’s all part of it just come here” he pleaded.  When I got to him he finished unbuttoning my shirt for me.  Then he noticed the button missing from my pants. “Interesting” he said as he smiled and patted my tummy. I rolled my eyes at him.  He slid my pants gently down my big ass and to the floor.  Next he put the red half gown over my chubby arms and around my thick sides.  “I still don’t know what that rope is all about” I said snottily.  That was when he took me by my hand and sat me on the chair. I still wasn’t sure what was going on but then he took the rope and began tying me to the chair.  That was when it clicked for me. His plan all along was to feed me.

First he tied my hands to the chair and then moved on to my waist and hips. Lastly he tied my ankles directly to the legs of the chair.  I wasn’t going anywhere without his permission.  With my head still loose I turned around to see him go to the oven. Things were about to get started.  My heart started to race as I heard the wrappers from the burgers crinkle.  Then my heart pounded harder as I could see the burger for the first time.  It was juicy and greasy and sloppy.  He put it to my lips and I accepted it.  Before I could even swallow the first bite he was shoving more of it into my mouth, getting mustard, cheese and ketchup on my face in the process.   I happily ate more and more until the first burger was gone.  He patty my tummy again and told me what a good eater I was.  Next up were the fries. He dipped them in ketchup and mayo then slid them into my throat.  One after the next I quickly demolished the pack.  “You’re hungry huh?” Luke playfully said to me as he kissed my jelly belly.  “Give me more” I pleaded. He brought out the milkshake and said “Oh vanilla, good choice.”  I gulped the shake down ferociously in less than a minute.  I let out a gurgled burp as the next burger made its way to my lips.  He shoved the burger into me until my cheeks were swollen with food.  Then he let me take a second to breathe and swallow, then brought more food to my face.   

After I annihilated the second greasy burger I started to feel that familiar stretch to my belly. I was getting full and I loved it.  The last burger has spilt mustard and ketchup all over my overflowing breasts and Luke just left it there.  “What do you want next?” He asked.  “Hey I don’t really have a choice do I?” I responded.  Luke agreed and brought the third cheesy, greasy burger to my face.  This one went down much slower than the previous ones as I was starting to swell up badly.   I was starting to slow down but Luke wasn’t.  He coldly grabbed the next pack of fries and started feeding them to me.  I moaned painfully as I swallowed the last bunch of fries. My belly was so stuffed that my upper roll had stretched out so much that you could see my belly button again.  It had been months since my belly button was visible from between my rolls while sitting. 

“Are you having fun?” Luke asked as he prepared the next burger.  All I could do was nod my head. Then he crammed more burger into me.  Half way through I pulled my head back and whimpered.  I was close to vomiting.  “Ok baby just breathe you won’t puke if you breathe” he said as he unhooked the garter belt.  The release of pressure helped immensely.  I still took a few minutes to digest before he started feeding me again.  I felt vulnerable as Luke continued to push me way past my limits.  My stomach stretched and gurgled more and more as each mouthful made its way to my belly.  A few bites later I had the fourth burger down and I had to lean my head back to breathe.   I kept feeling the food make its way up but I focused and kept it down. 

Luke gave me a break for about fifteen minutes to digest some before he got back to work.  During that time I felt all those pounds of food slowly making their way to the lower half of my stomach.  As the nausea began to subside I started to feel intensely amorous.  I could feel the heft of the food inside of me and it turned me on. 

When Luke came back he had the last milkshake with him. He put the straw to my lips and ordered me to drink.  At first I took small sips.  The cool liquid coated my tummy and filled in all of the small crevices.   As I was about half way through the milkshake Luke pulled the straw from my lips and shoved as much cheeseburger as he could into my mouth.  I laughed as some of the bun fell onto my thighs.  After I swallowed the mouthful of food I look up at Luke and told him to untie me.  I was ready and he understood. 

Once the ropes were off Luke had to grab me under my armpits just to get me up.  It was a struggle just to get to my feet as my balance was off.  I put a hand on the counter to steady myself and looked at the damage.  Not even a toe was visible under my immense belly.  It stretched out from all sides and felt heavy.  When Luke patted my gut it just made a deep thud.  My lower belly was the only part that still had any jiggle to it.  The rest of the skin on my tummy was pulled tight like a snare drum.  Still sipping the milkshake I asked Luke to help me get the lingerie off. He gently unclipped the garter belt’s straps and slid the stockings off.  Then he pulled the garter belt and panties down over my ample ass.  Once off I ordered him to get on the floor.  It was the only comfortable way I could think of to have sex.  I got down slowly and straddled my huge overfed body on top of him and began to grind my hips into him until he entered me.  I gyrated as much as my torso would let me which was difficult because my belly muscles were pulled so tight.  I continued riding him until out of nowhere Luke pulled out a bottle of lotion. He put some in his hand and slapped it on my tummy. I almost came to climax as the cool sensation hit my skin.  He worked the slippery lotion all around my midsection from my thick love handles to my belly.  It felt incredible. Then I felt a jolt course through me as he shoved his finger into my belly button. He had never touched my belly button in the seven months we had been dating and I couldn’t figure out why.  I thought maybe he just wasn’t into but obviously he was keeping this as the ace up his sleeve. 

I moaned loudly as he worked his finger in small slippery circles inside of it, pulling it out for suction then pushing it back in. The muscles deep in my belly clenched as I could feel his finger put pressure on food that was in my stomach.  All the stimulation overwhelmed me and caused me to orgasm harder than ever before. Loudly I moaned again and then crumbled on top of Luke in a heap as he petted my hair while I panted heavily. When I was finished I let him roll me on to my back and go take a shower.  While he was showering I just laid there on the floor in a haze replaying every moment over and over in my head. I relived every bite and every feeling it was wonderful. After a few minutes of this I managed to get myself up and joined Luke in the shower. 

That night changed me.  It changed me greater than I ever thought it would.  Over the course of the next month and half I completely gave into food.  I began eating anything and everything I desired.  Would I like an extra slice of cake for desert? Yup. Do I want fries with that?  You’re damn right I do! I munched mindlessly day and night.  The more I ate the more my body ballooned and I started to enjoy it.  Even the clank of the bathroom scale started to sound like music to my ears.  I had managed to put on another twelve pounds over that month and a half and Stretch marks started to appear on my love handles and lower belly.  They were small but definitely visible, with a nice set forming on my lower roll. At first I gasped when I saw them, it meant that I was eating so much my own skin couldn’t keep up with me but eventually I started to love them.  My lower belly had just started to hang over the waist bands of my clothes at this point and my breasts had taken off like rocket ships.  A soft double chin had also formed to accompany the rest of my fat face.  The last twelve pounds had done more damage than the previous fifty five had and I loved every second of it. 

I was so wrapped up in my fattening self that I hadn’t noticed Luke becoming more distant towards me.  He had gotten a lot less playful with me and our sex lives started to become more mundane. I had a hard time engaging him in any kind of eating or chubby fetish stuff.  One thing I did notice was that he had also started to put on a few pounds.  I guess it was collateral damage from my tornado of gluttony. He hadn’t put on much but enough to soften his once angular edges.  I had figured that this was the reason for his recent coldness towards me and I thought for sure he would come around again. 

Then one day when I got home from work I saw him sitting pensively at the edge of the living room couch.  I will never forget the look on his face when he said to me “I think we need to breakup"

[Guest high]

truly excellent writing. thank you for another installment. can't wait for the next!

[lightgainlover]

One great realistic story and good writing. Thank you!

[Guest jaromir]

What an awesome story! Very well-written stuff. It's also very realistic, without being frustratingly slow. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!

[fattony20]

Thanks guys.  I have part 4 in the works right now I dont know when ill have it done but its progressing. 

[LumpD]

That is great news!  Cannot wait to read more of this!

[StuffedbellyloverChris]

I read stories once they are all in the books... but I have overflown it so far and it is lovely!

The only question is:

Why do you open a new thread for every chapter instead of posting it in one big "Anticipation"-thread? It would be much more easy to follow the story then!

All the best,

Chris

[fattony20]

Thanks Chris.

I posted the story in different post because I felt like each part was like its own story with its own ending. I can always move it all to one post. Anyone else want that?

Fyi I have part 4 done just proof reading it and doing some small revisons. Probably be out saturday.

Also I commissioned Kastemel t o do the covers for parts 3&4 they will out soon

[2steppinfa]

Post it now, PLEASE!!

[fattony20]

The....anticipation...must be killing you.

Just kidding. Promise I'll have it out Saturday at the latest

[StuffedbellyloverChris]

I posted the story in different post because I felt like each part was like its own story with its own ending.

Ah okay, Tony... That´s an explanation.

I still see it different though as all parts have the same main protagonists and it´s a developing storyline, you see?

Best wishes,

Chris

[fattony20]

Just wanted to add the cover artwork by Kastemel.

Enjoy I love how it came out