Happy
By
Portly Robust
I am 5'8"tall, weigh 173 pounds, My measurements are 50FF 75 40. My arms are stronger than most men, and I have powerful legs. My thighs are thick and muscular and my calves are large and tight. I enjoy eating until I become engorged and then making love. Sometimes I just force gallons of milk into myself, my belly expanding greatly, and then make love.
It all started when I was 6 years old. I didn't behave much, or at least that's what my mother thought, and as a punishment my mother would with hold food from me. Some times for as long as two days. Well let me tell you, when I was allowed to eat, I ate! I ate and ate. Every thing I could get my hands on. And usually I ate until it felt like I couldn't force any more food into my bloated belly. Any time I could get my hands on food I would eat it. And not just some of what ever it was but all of it. I would stuff my belly so full of food, in fear of not having any, that it would stick way out all bloated looking. I could eat so much food in one sitting that even as a child of 7, I looked pregnant.
At this point my mother would take one look at me and call me a FAT PIG and said that if I liked to look like a FAT PIG then I should eat like one too. That's when the punishment would continue, by her forcing me to ingest even more food than my body could really hold. Sometimes she had me eat an entire loaf of bread and drink a gallon of milk before I was allowed to go into my room and just lay on my bed. This, after I had already stuffed myself if fear of not being able to have anything at all. I would hold my fat belly as it throbbed in pain. Soon I would be asleep. The cycle starts and as I grew up, I really grew up,, and out.
By the time I was 11, I was 5'4" tall and weighed almost 200 pounds. My belly was huge in comparison to the rest of me. I always looked pregnant, and was teased constantly. "Fat-so. Fatty fat-so, you belly is so fat you could park a Volks Wagon in there...."I found it hard to get along and decided to do something about it. I would start big fights with the kids that taunted me. I always ended up the looser and punished by the school as well as my mother. She had changed her form of punishment when I was 9 by no longer with holding food. She now would make me eat until I was so stuffed that she could see that my belly had swollen. Then she would make me strip my cloths off, get into the tub and wait for her.
When she came into the bathroom I knew I was in trouble. She would be carrying the douche bag. I hated the douche bag and my mother for what she mad me do. She would over fill the douche bag, stick the tube in my ass and let the water flow. Not once, not twice but three times she would fill the damn thing and drain it into my butt. By the time she was finished I was so bloated I looked like I had a beach ball inside me. She would tell me to hold my water until she returned. I sat in the tub holding my huge belly hoping she would return soon. She often did but some times she wouldn't come back for an hour. I could feel all my insides stretching when she was forcing the water into my ass and after a while I felt fine. The thing is, even as bad as the douche bag thing was I always had this empty feeling after the water was drained from me. I can't explain it and I couldn't find a way to get rid of it either, so I would sneak into the kitchen and steal something to eat.
This continued until I was almost 11 years old. I then decided, whatever she would do to me, that it didn't matter any more. I was just going to be happy being myself. Fat or thin. And I was FAT. Now that their was a pattern of being forced to eat as punishment I would try to eat normally but subconsciously ended up stuffing myself at every meal. This continued for the next three years and by that time I had stretched my belly out so far even I couldn't believe it. Mother on the other hand still punished me with force feedings. She resorted to taking me to the ALL YOU CAN EAT places and make me eat for hours. My belly would grow so large I was hardly able to fit in the booth. All those years of stretching it bigger and bigger made it absolutely enormous. She just kept bringing more and more, ordering me to finish it all or else. I thought, Or else what? What could be worse than this, I am absolutely stuffed.
I was a cute 14-year-old with huge titts and an enormously fat belly walking out of the All You Can Eat place when the manager asked me when I was due. I looked at him funny and he said, You must be going to have triplets, and in about two days, the size you are!!" That's when I understood and said to him, "No sir. I have just finished enough food to feed an army, and all for $7.95.. Thanks!!" I didn't want him to know my mom had made me eat it all because I was being punished.
One day, three years later, I met a man in the park purely by accident. We talked for the longest time. He didn't seem to be bothered by my size and so I asked him about that. He said it didn't matter to him how large I was, just as long as I was happy with myself. He also told me that my belly was a little erotic to him because of its shape. He continued, "Your middle appears quite round and I'll bet it is hard to the touch. I assume it feels absolutely stuffed, and full to the brim. I think it feels comfortable to you and you don't pay much attention to it" That isn't 'exactly' the way I felt about it but he was right about it being full round and hard, especially after I had finished one of my eating spells. It would be so swollen and tight that it felt as though it may pop any moment.
We continued to see each other for about 3 weeks when at one point he asked me to dinner. I thought I would die. I didn't want him to watch me eat. I only ate one meal a day and that one was a real whopper. I tried to bow out and he allowed me to gracefully, however the next day while I was walking in the park where we met three weeks earlier, I noticed a large gray blanket spread out over the grass and a bountiful feast laid out. I turned and started to walk away, but it was too late. He came up behind me putting both arms around my FAT belly to stop my leaving. He said, "Why, you do have a round and quite hard middle. I like that. Now, come with me and have lunch my little dumpling."
I went with him and sat on a short stool he had that allowed my knees to rest on the blanket. The position in which I was sitting allowed my belly to stick out comfortably in front of me. He asked if it would be OK if he fed me to which I said, "SURE!" He must have known how I eat as he shoved huge amounts of food into my awaiting mouth. I eagerly swallowed everything he gave me with no regard to how it looked, or how I looked. He had a suprized look on his face as he gave me the last bit of food he brought with him. He looked me over and his eyes widened as I told him, "Well, that is a good starter. Now lets go back to my place for the main course,,, and,,, desert."
I explained to him how I liked to eat, some years ago, until I could feel my belly stretching. And that I would continue to stuff food into it until it started to hurt. He listened as we traveled to my home. I explained, "I would bring huge amounts of foods into the bathroom. I would get into the tub and fill it with a little warm water. I would sit in the tub and force large mouthfuls of food down my throat in one big swallow. I would finish anything I brought into the bathroom. I could feel the food as it forced its way into my belly causing it to expand greatly. I would lay there and rub oil all over my gorged belly. After about a half an hour I would get out of the tub and dry off. Then I would get dressed into a pair of spandex pants and a tight fitting tank top. My belly button would always be poking out when I wore that. I then got in the car and took off to find a good place to eat.
I would go to the McDonalds or the Burger King drive through and order like 8 Whoppers and two large drinks. When I pulled up to the window the boy or girl would stair at my fat belly and then smile as if they knew I was pregnant. I would pay for the food and park in the lot and eat all the burgers, usually having to ram the food down with the drink. By this time I was way past the stuffed stage and my body was trying to tell me to stop forcing more into it by giving me short stabbing pains to my sides. I put the pain out of my mind and just enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed.
I would always run out of drink and need to go inside to get another. I would waddle into the joint as though it was nothing out of the ordinary and ordered two more large drinks. When they would bring the drinks and then I would tell them that I could do with a couple of more burgers, getting three or four more as a rule. The kids behind the counters could not believe their eyes as I carried the food and drink out to my car. I'd take the balance of the food home and munched on the way.
He was fascinated by my story and questioned me about my eating habits now. I told him that I had one meal a day and that it was usually massive. I can eat so much food that you can acutely watch my belly expand. It becomes so large that I look like I was blown up like a balloon. Then I sit and watch TV and stroke my gorged belly. He wanted to watch, and help, me as I ate. I liked him and it seemed as though he was sincere so I agreed.
We turned the car around and went to the All You Can Eat place where I could relay show him how much food I could hold. We arrived and I greeted the manager by name. I paid a triple rate for dinner and started in at the Hot Foods counter filling two plates before sitting at our table. I devoured food for almost two hours and my new friend, Larry, sat their watching me and touching me the whole time. I could tell that he loved a giant round firm fat belly and I sure had that. When I started to feel the usual pain in my sides I knew I was about as full as I could get for that feeding.
Larry had to drive my car back to my house because this time I couldn't fit behind the wheel. This was the firs time that ever happened and that is when it daunted on me that I hadn't ever been this big before. Larry said, "I just want you to know that I have a thing about women with a fat Pregnant looking belly. And I want you to know that I like your personality a lot. Also I have no idea how you can eat so much food and not be a blimp all over. Your legs are muscular but they are not big and fat. Your arms aren't all fat and flabby. But you do have a nice big set of breasts, if you don't mind me noticing. You are tall and have nice wide hips but your body isn't fat. How do you do it?" I told him that I had no idea, that it just is what it is and that is that.
Well the end of the story is near. I continued to see Larry for another year. We are now Man And Wife, Happy and Fat.
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