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Your breath labored. Your stomach so bloated and full, you can almost feel the food in your throat. Trapped in the industrial recliner in your living room, you can feel the fat of your sides spilling over the armrests. You fit in it perfectly a few months ago... what happened?

Your gluttony took over. Consumed with boredom, you ate. You didn't care what your neighbors thought when every single meal you consumed was delivered. With the amount of food you've been getting, your house was becoming a hub of food drop-offs.

Reaching your hands down around your belly, you knew you had to massage yourself to help you digest. So you firmly rub the bloated pile of fat that is your stomach - then a loud belch erupts. You moan with relief that you have more room now.

But then you're tempted... there is still more food to eat. Another burp comes up; almost instructing you to pick up the fork again.

The excess fat enveloping your body jiggles and settles as you reach towards the folding tray with the rest of your afternoon snack.

You glance over - the TV is off, and it might as well be a mirror. You look at yourself. A belly that spills down over your knees, the new rolls of fat that make up your body, the angry red stretch marks that spread across your fat like many rivers. You're transfixed by the reflection. Your face is so fat, you don't recognize yourself. But instead of disgust, you feel pride. Existing as a pile of lard suits you.

In the reflection, you can see that you're already covered in crumbs and sauce, so you dive into one of the plates with reckless abandon. No fork needed. You almost wanted your hands messy - grabbing frosted pastries and shoveling them as fast as you could into your mouth. No wonder you were outgrowing your chair. This binging was now a multiple-times-a-day occurrence.

You're licking the plate, desperate for every calorie. Your eyes look towards the TV again - you want to watch yourself eat.  You see the gluttonous freak you've become. A blur of cream colored flesh; rolls of fat spilling over the armrests. Gigantic breasts melded into side rolls that pushed your obese arms away from your torso. Groaning in pleasure, you wish you could reach your dick. It was throbbing beneath the fat of your groin and belly. You try to jiggle the bottom of your belly. It usually helps to stimulate you - but you're so stuffed that even a jiggle makes you feel slightly nauseous.

A noise of annoyance escapes from your sauce covered lips. Now you have to choose: stop eating so you can jiggle your fat to stimulate yourself to climax? Or continue to throb with desire as you force the food down your gullet, knowing with every bite, you're getting fatter?

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Over twenty years ago, I read a story on a fat fetish site. The author is unknown to me, and it's been so long, I'm not sure how to search for it.

I've decided to re-write it in my style. It's certainly not the same, and my memory is going to write it differently. But, mainly, it is an homage to one of the stories that inspired me to write my own, decades ago.

Feel free to post a link to the original in the comments if it rings a bell to you!

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I hate grocery shopping, and I had put it off for a while - until I couldn't anymore. I didn't want to drive all the way to the big grocery store considering I really just needed basics, so I drove down the street to the corner store. It was late, and I was glad to get there before closing time. It was completely empty, except for one employee manning the register. He sat on a stool behind the counter, wearing sweats that looked awkwardly tight on him. I found the tightness extremely intriguing, being able to see all the rolls of fat on his body. I almost couldn't concentrate on shopping. I grabbed a few essentials then got to the counter. He put down the book he was reading and without a word began to ring my items up. As he did this, an apple fell behind the counter. He grunted with annoyance as he lifted his fat body off the stool. Leaning to the floor to pick up the apple a loud rip could be heard. His face turned red. I heard him swear under his breath. He stood, and noticed that his sweatpants had ripped. I could see the fat of his rear and thighs bulging through the hole in his pants. His eyes closed and he swore again.

I asked, "is everything okay?"

He contunued to look annoyed and said, almost to himself, "well, I can't fucking get on the bus like this... the store is closing, and... fuck... I don't have a change of clothes."

I don't know what was going through my mind at the time, but I had a sewing kit at home, and I lived down the block. I spoke, "I can fix it for you. My car's outside, if you don't mind going to a strangers house. I'll sew it up for you."

He had a combination of suspicion and relief on his face and he said, "well, it seems that's my only choice. Do you mind waiting for me to close the shop? I also have a few grocery bags myself that I was going to bring home, could you fit them?"

I nodded and said, "no problem, take your time. I'm parked on the street."

He asked, "would you mind pulling in the back? I don't really want to go out the front door like this." And he motioned to the huge rip in his sweatpants exposing his fat ass and thighs.

I understood and said, "oh yeah, I'll just drive to the back then."

He looked grateful and said, "I'll be out shortly, thank you."

I drove my small SUV down the alley to the back of the store. I parked and lit a cigarette as I waited for him. After a few minutes, the lights inside the shop turned off, then I saw him waddling out of the back door. He had a few grocery bags hanging on his left arm, as he locked the back of the shop.

I exited my car and walked over to help. He waved me away and said, "I've got it. Where should I put these?" He motioned to his shopping bags.

I opened the trunk and said, "you can put them here."

He grunted in acknowledgement, then placed the bags in the back and closed the trunk. He waddled to the passenger door and opened it. Pausing for a minute, he looked at the seat then said, "I... I'm not sure I'm going to fit."

I replied, "well it's a short drive, it might not be comfortable, but it'll only be a minute."

He seemed to agree, then faced his left side to the open door. He grabbed the top handle as he shifted himself towards the seat. He seemed to jiggle more than I expected, and I couldn't help but stare at his exposed flesh, as his fat rear wiggled into the seat. He let out a frustrated breath once he had sat, then he grabbed the fat of the side of his belly and pulled it towards him to get the door shut. I don't think I took my eyes off his body for even a second.

Once the door was shut, I reached to the gear shift. My hand immediately landed on a soft roll of fat. I jerked back and he tried to look down to his left. Realizing his fat was covering the gearshift, he lifted up the roll and said, "I'm sorry. Try it now."

I was able to wiggle my hand under the fat and put the car into drive. Luckily it was a quick trip, as I worried that his fat might press the button and accidentally shift it into neutral or reverse as we traveled. He seemed to be aware of this, and had his body leaned towards the right, pushing his weight into the door to avoid the center console.

My place was just a few minutes away. We arrived swiftly, I put the car into park, and then exited the driver's seat. The man from the store had opened his door, but was struggling to exit. He wiggled his body towards the opening, but then fell back. He tried again, and again... slowly jiggling himself closer and closer to the edge of the seat. Finally he was able to put his feet on the ground, and he used the handle to heave his weight out of the car. I thought to myself, "thank God it's late and my neighbors aren't seeing this."

After all, here's a morbidly obese man with his ass hanging out of the rip in his pants struggling to get out of my car.

He had gotten out though. He closed the passenger door, then said, "I have some perishables in my bags, do you mind keeping them in your freezer in the meantime?"

I said, "oh, of course."

Then we both grabbed his bags and went into the house.

He had a very distinct waddle, his belly and rear end wiggling side to side as he tried to walk. I wanted to watch it, to stare at his fat body trying to move, but I didn't want to be rude, so I went ahead of him.

I guided him and his grocery bags to the kitchen. We placed them on the counter, then I went to look through them to figure out what needed to be in the refrigerator and what needed to be in the freezer. To my surprise the bags contained only ice cream. It looked like there was gallons of it. I glanced at him and he looked embarrassed. He said, "I, well... I have a sweet tooth."

I didn't want to stress him out, so I didn't say anything. I opened the freezer to find that there was no way I could fit all of his ice cream. I didn't say anything about it, just grabbed each pint and placed the ones I could fit into the freezer.

Two remained on the table and I had to say, "that's really all that is going to fit."

He replied, "that's okay. At least we got most of them in."

I don't know what came over me, but I said, "I mean, we shouldn't let these go to waste. We can have them while I sew up your pants."

He seemed excited about the ice cream, but nervous about the pants. He asked, "about that... what am I going to wear while you're fixing them?"

I thought for a second. Then said, "you could sit on the couch and I'll give you a blanket to put over your lap?"

He agreed and we walked to the living room. I grabbed a quilt from one of the couches as he untied his sweatpants and let them drop to the floor. My intention was to hand him the quilt while I looked away to give him some semblance of privacy. But, obviously, I couldn't avoid looking at him. The fat of his belly hung out from under his sweatshirt, his thighs were so huge that they forced his legs apart, and I saw the rolls of thigh fat that practically covered the indents of where he knees were.

Thank God he didn't notice me staring. He lowered himself gently onto the couch and took the quilt to cover himself. His sweatpants were still at his ankles, and he tried to lean over enough to pull them off his legs entirely, but couldn't reach.

I took the initiative. I said, "I've got it."

Then gently took each leg off, guiding them over his sneakers.

I placed them on the chair so I could go get my sewing kit from upstairs. Before I reached the staircase, he gently reminded me of the melting ice cream. I turned quickly towards the kitchen and said, "I'll be right back!"

I grabbed both pints and two spoons. I had no intention of having any of it, but figured that it might make him more comfortable if he thought I was going to have some as well. I handed him a pint and a spoon, then placed the other pint on the table next to him.

I said, "I'll be right back!"

Then ran my way up the stairs to find the sewing kit. I loved being near such a fat man, so I rushed to grab what I needed so I could get back downstairs to him.

It was only a minute or so, but he was already digging into the ice cream. He noticed me staring. His mouth was full as he said, "... well, it's melting quicker than I thought..." As if he needed to explain his gluttony.

I wanted to encourage him and say, "oh go ahead, eat as much as you can. It's so sexy."

But I nodded instead. Almost disappointed in myself for not speaking up about how gorgeous I found him to be.

He continued to dive into the ice cream. I saw some dripping from the corner of his mouth. His fat hand reached up and he wiped his mouth with the back of it. Then looked at me as if he didn't know what to do. I immediately said, "oh, let me get some napkins!"

I grabbed some from the kitchen, then gave them to him. He burped and thanked me. The burp seemed to embarass him, but it excited me.

I almost didn't want to fix his pants. I literally had my dream man in my living room, stuffing himself with ice cream, belching every few minutes like a glutton. It was heaven.

I did promise him that I would fix them though, so I sat next to him on the couch and began to thread the needle I'd be using to sew them up. They almost seemed like a blanket themselves. I'm a small woman, so they draped across my lap almost enveloping me with the fabric.

He continued shoveling spoonfuls of ice cream in his mouth, as I sewed up the ripped pants. Only a few minutes passed until he had finished the first pint. He placed the empty container on the table and motioned to the second one. I mean, I had brought out a second spoon, so perhaps he thought I wanted some of it. He asked, "do you mind?"

I nodded no, and he tried to reach for the second pint. He grunted as he tried to reach over his belly for it. So I grabbed it for him. He belched after having bent down, and said, "thank you."

We both remained on the couch: him shoveling more ice cream down his throat, and me desperately trying to pay attention to sewing up his pants instead of watching his impressive and sexy gluttony.

I heard his huge belly gurgling as he ate. I continued to sew, but kept glancing his way. As he stuffed himself I noticed his sweatshirt rising, exposing more of his stretchmark-ridden belly. I tried to be subtle, but was given away when I accidentally pushed the needle into my thumb. I shouted, then put my thumb to my mouth, cleaning the little drop of blood.

At this point, he definitely realized I had been watching him instead of the needle. He put the spoon in the container as if done eating and said, "I'm sorry."

I finished up the stitch I was on, then said, "no, that was my bad, you don't need to stop."

He smiled, grabbed the spoon, then asked, "so, you're sure you don't want any?"

I nodded, "oh, I'm good, you can go ahead and finish it."

He seemed relieved, and continued to shovel it into his mouth.

Only a few more minutes passed and I was done sewing his pants. I almost didn't want to let him know I was done. I was tempted to feign sewing as if I was still working on them, just so I could continue to watch him eat.

But, I was finished with them, so I folded them in my lap and placed them on the chair next to me.

With his mouth full of ice cream, he mumbled, "are they done?"

With disappointment that he didn't pick up on, I said, "Yup, all fixed."

He burped. Then placed the second empty pint on the table. A moment passed and he looked at the two empty pints of ice cream with a sense of disappointment in himself. He groaned quietly and said, "I can't believe I just ate all that." As if he didn't eat like that all the time.

He motioned to his pants and said, "I'll get these on and get to the bus."

I wanted him to stay. I wanted to tell him he was beautiful and that I wanted to see if he could eat all the ice cream he brought - not just the two pints that didn't fit in the freezer. But that would be weird, right? So I grabbed his pants and handed them to him.

He put his feet into each pant leg, then he tried to stand. He belched again with the movement. He said, "excuse me."

I smiled. I just couldn't help it.

He tried to stand. He wiggled himself to the end of the couch and placed his right hand on the arm of it, trying to get up. He grunted with each thrust upwards until he was on his feet. He pulled the pants up as much as he could, then realized his belly was too bloated to fit them.

They had rested on his belly originally, so tucking them under his stomach was not an option. I heard him say, "oh shit." Under his breath.

I asked, "is everything okay?"

He paused for a moment before replying. Then he stuttered, "I, uh, I don't want to trespass further, but I think I've outdone myself. They wont fit over my belly." After a pause, he said, "I can't believe this. I'm so sorry. I'm probably gross to you."

I finally said what I had been thinking this whole time, "oh no. Actually it's quite the opposite, I think you're incredibly handsome..."

For a second he looked offended, as if he thought I was lying to him. But he looked me in the eyes. His facial expression changed to one of slight surprise and he asked, "really?"

I stood up with him. I took his hands in mine. Just holding the huge fat hands in my small ones was such a pleasure. I gestured for him to sit back down. He didn't question it, and lowered his body back on the couch. It groaned under his weight.

I remained standing and said, "there's still quite a few more pints of ice cream in the freezer..."

He smiled at the suggestion

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My favorite trick for jiggling a fat man's belly... grab it from the bottom... put your thumb deep in the belly button and find the sweet spot that makes them shiver with pleasure. Use the rest of your hand to get as close as possible to the fat pad and rhythmically jiggle up and down. It's a sure fire way of instant arousal.

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Edit: this is a true story. It's a pleasure being married to a big man who loves his size. ♡

I'm sitting on my side of the couch, watching TV. I look over at him... my eyes assault the fat body that is sitting next to me.  I can't resist, and I adjust my position so that my head is resting in the small amount of lap left on my big handsome obese man.

I choose to face the big mound of fat that makes up his belly, burrowing my face into the warm blubber. Most people put their head facing the TV while cuddling on the couch. But that's not where the fun is.

I put my head facing the big belly spilling over his thighs. Kissing the soft, beautiful fat. Caressing the stretch marks - gently scraping my nails perpendicular to the lines of stretched skin, over the ripped flesh almost in soldier formation. I open my mouth and my teeth nibble the blubber gently. I growl lowly, almost comedic, as my bright hazel eyes look up at him mischievously. My hand reaches up and grabs as much substance as I can of the roll of fat that makes up his upper side roll. Jiggling the fat spilling over his side-breast, I walk my fingers horizontally towards his erect nipple. Gently teasing, I flick and circle around the aroused flesh. Hearing him let out an almost silent gasp of pleasure, I can't help but use my other hand to explore underneath his belly fat. I need to almost burrow my hand a few inches at a time, so I don't get stuck on the sticky sweat of his underbelly... then I finally reach the fat pad surrounding his throbbing manhood. He groans again and whispers almost to himself, "oh God, I'm so fat."

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Happy New Year!

I wrote 3 stories for the new year theme. This one won out. Enjoy!

The banquet hall at the palace was filled with guests on New Year's Eve. The raucous laughter and joy echoed off the deep cherry wood walls of the large room. The light from the crystal chandeliers made the room warm and inviting, despite the huge space. Everyone was socializing except for the prince, who sat in his bariatric wheelchair in the corner by one of the windows. His hand held a glass of whiskey, the fat of his fingers enveloping it and warming it quicker than he would like.

He didn't enjoy being around people, but being present at this event was a requirement. He disassociated as he looked out the window on to the large garden area with sparkling bulb lights filling the hedges and fountains. No one ever approached him during these events, and he wasn't sure if it was his title as Prince causing the intimidation or his extreme obesity. But he preferred the lack of socialization so he didn't care either way.

A server noticed his glass of whiskey was getting low, so they delivered another one and placed it on the small table by his side. He nodded in thanks and continued his reverie. Time began to pass again, without him noticing. His mind was so distant and the noise of the hall was so loud and chaotic, he didn't notice the young lady who approached him, despite the distinguishing sound of her heels clicking towards him against the marble floor. She stood next to him and cleared her throat. It was enough to finally get his attention. He seemed to jolt awake from a dream, then looked up at her in confusion. Her red lips curled into a smile and she said, "Hello, Your Highness." As she bowed her head in respect.

His strong Leondian accent was heavy in his deep voice as he said, "Hello."

She gestured to a chair next to the table his wheelchair was parked at. He extended his hand to welcome her to sit down, not sure why she was trying to socialize with him - no one else ever tried before, so he wasn't sure what she wanted from him. She sat and he looked at her suspiciously. She placed her drink on the table and said, "This is my first time here at the palace; your cousin Phineas invited me. I wanted to thank you for the party."

He grunted quietly and said, "We do this every year. I have to attend and it's not exactly fun for me."

She was surprised by his admission. It was probably the alcohol that made him brave enough to admit his annoyance at the forced socialization. She thought for a second, trying to find the right words to respond. Then she said, "You're royalty. I would think you wouldn't have to attend an event if you didn't want to."

He smirked for a moment and chuckled as he replied, "You'd think that... but I suppose it's my job to be at these events. The title is also a responsibility."

He looked down at himself. His belly was tucked into his black button down shirt, but it still filled up his lap. His free hand cupped the fat of the side of his stomach and he continued, "I'm sure I'd enjoy these events more if I wasn't so restricted by my size."

Her eyebrows furrowed in sympathetic concern, but she didn't want to force the subject, so she changed the topic by looking at her watch and saying, "Well, we have less than an hour until midnight, so I assume you won't have to stay here too much longer."

He smiled and said, "Yes, I've been counting down until midnight - but moreso in anticipation of being able to return to my bed, rather than excitement for the new year."

She asked, "Do you mind if I keep you company? Or do you prefer your solitude?"

He thought for a second, then to his own surprise, said, "You can stay."

"Thank you." She replied.

He placed his empty whisky glass on the table and grabbed a new one the server had dropped off a few minutes before. Taking a big gulp, he questioned her presence again, "You know, people don't usually talk to me. Dare I ask why YOU are?"

She answered, "I'm not from Leondia. In fact, this is my first time visiting the country. And since I know your cousin, I figured I'd introduce myself."

He nodded, accepting the answer.

The hour passed quickly as the two of them spoke. They covered various political topics, hobbies, and interests. A few more drinks were consumed, and the two of them seemed to be in their own little world, despite being surrounded by hundreds of party goers. Suddenly they heard everyone shouting down the seconds to the new year. TEN... NINE...

She stared into his eyes, with gentle interest.

EIGHT... SEVEN...

He looked back at her, taking in her beauty that he was trying to ignore the last hour.

SIX... FIVE...

She took his hand in hers, surprised by the softness of the fat enveloping them.

FOUR... THREE...

They both placed their drinks on the table.

TWO... ONE...!

She leaned over his belly, planting her lips on his. She could feel the girth of his body almost pushing her away. The kiss filled them both with a desire neither knew they had.

The room erupted in joyful celebration as the balloons and confetti attached to the ceiling released upon the guests. They unlocked their lips and he stared at her in pleasurable surprise.

Phineas approached, given that she was his guest. He looked disturbed that she was sitting with the Prince. He grabbed her hand and said, "come on, let's dance."

Trying to encourage her to leave the Prince's side. She stood and looked back at the gigantic man she had opened the new year with. He seemed disappointed that she was leaving. But before she walked away, she asked, "Could I see you again?"

The Prince smiled, the dimples in his fat cheeks appearing. He replied, "I would like that."

They both smiled at each other as Phineas pulled her away towards the rest of the party.

The Prince motioned a servant over and whispered, "I'd like to leave now, please."

They unlocked the wheels of his chair and rolled him away from the party to the elevator, and eventually into his bed chamber.

After being undressed and helped into his bed, the servant left. He lay there with a new sexual desire he had never felt before. He could hear the party through his windows, but was relieved he was alone. He felt a stirring between his legs, and his instinct led his hand underneath the fat of his belly. He struggled to reach his throbbing manhood, grunting in effort to satisfy himself, but unable to reach. A scream of annoyance escaped his lips. He tried to roll himself as much as he could, with his belly spilling to the side. The pad of fat surrounding his penis prevented any contact. His frustration erupted into anger and he grabbed a glass next to his bed. Another primal scream erupted from him as he threw the glass against the wall. It shattered against the wood and tears fell down his face. Knowing sleep was his only option, he cried until unconsciousness finally released him from his misery. His dreams were filled with the beautiful young woman from the party, and he finally cummed with the fantasy of her riding him - grabbing his belly for leverage, teasing his stretch marks with her long nails. But he wouldn't realize until he awoke, with the disappointing reality of being unable to even clean himself.

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You have always had an irresistible desire to gain weight, but societal pressure and expectations always kept you from indulging.

It took a while before you were even brave enough to search about weight gain online. But you quickly fell through the rabbit hole once you discovered how many people out there shared your most secret desire.

You finally felt the courage to succumb to the gluttony that you knew you were always capable of. Your appetite grew along with your waist line.

Gaining took longer than you expected and you were impatient. Your fantasies took a darker, more impossible, turn: the pleasure at the idea of gaining hundreds of pounds in one sitting. Watching as your body ballooned and the weight glued you to your bed.

The thought always got you rock hard. But when reality kicked in and you realized it was unfeasible, a tinge of disappointment clouded your thoughts.

Night fell. Laying in darkness, you let your fantasies run through your mind before sleep. Drifting off you suddenly find yourself in a much bigger bed. Above you is a large tank of milky fluid and a young woman stands by your side in silence. You try to take in your surroundings when all of a sudden a tube is shoved into your throat. You cough, then watch as the fluid above snakes it's way through the tube. It hits your stomach and you immediately feel full. It's a pleasurable feeling and by instinct you reach down to your belly. Your fingers spread out, holding each side of it as it gets harder and fuller. Then you realize that you're expanding. Your belly gurgles and suddenly you see it eclipsing your feet. Your hands explore the new fat, soft and jiggly - and you're gaining so quickly there's something new to explore every second.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the young lady again. She is by the wall, pressing a button. You hear gears shift above you and suddenly a mirror appears on the ceiling. At this point, trapped on your back, growing fatter and wider by the second, you don't recognize your reflection.

Groaning, you don't want to admit how turned on you are by the pile of flesh you've become. You're rock hard again, but can tell it's surrounded by fat and forever unusable. This doesn't bother you. All you can think of is the fluid filling your stomach and your fat cells multiplying almost exponentially. Suddenly you notice the sides of your belly are touching the mattress. You look up at your reflection again. Your face is unrecognizable, and you're almost as round as you are tall.

Moaning, you try to get the young woman's attention. She ignores you. Now you begin to feel fear. "How much fatter am I going to get?" You think; knowing immobility is long past. With the tube in your throat you can't speak, but you want to tell her to stop this. Your belly is now hanging off each side of the mattress. You look up at the mirror and see it hiding even your knees. The huge fat stomach looming in front of your eyes gives you a jolt of terror and pleasure as you realize you'll never move again.

You jolt up in bed. Your alarm is blaring. Quickly you reach down to your belly... and you're disappointed it was a dream. Sighing, you now have a goal of immobility - desperate to again feel the pleasure of being too fat to move.

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Another voting opportunity!

Story #1: A library encounter. A woman deep in the least popular part of the university library, suddenly having to prevent a shelf from falling... given the large man on the other side of the bookshelves, shifting, and his thick rear end bumping the shelf. They get to know each other... things happen.

Story #2: A real life experience, exaggerated by the fetish. A want-to-be feedee ordering groceries, daring his wife to feed him. She had always been sneaky with his food consumption and he never noticed, despite getting heavier and heavier. Involves funnel feeding.

Story #3: A prisoner; his weight accidentally causing a death. Being immobile, and navigating the prison system. An unfortunate night causing his current situation, and a small female lawyer finding an unknown desire in this huge man.

Story #4: A female customer service representative for a security company finds joy in viewing the video feed of a morbidly obese man. Drama ensues and she finds a way to meet him in person.

Let me know which one I should invest more time in and post first!

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NSFW

The Leonhart family had ruled over the country of Leondia for the last 500 years. Their hereditary obesity was well known by their citizens and came more to the forefront of common knowledge once the modern age of pictures and movies came. For hundreds of years, the Leonhart men dealt with arranged marriages as it was a common practice in their country, especially for royalty. They never thought that their morbid obesity was an issue when it came to marriages because of the long history of forced betrothals. But, here they were, in 2023. The five remaining brothers were all in their forties and had yet to produce an heir to the throne. Their obesity was a constant roadblock for sparking romance with women. And the royal advisors were getting more and more insistent that their King should at least produce an heir. They wanted to institute a forced marriage in modern times, and it caused much anxiety.

Their concentration was on King Jiminy VI. He had been fit and thin for the first 38 years of his life, but during that time he never thought about establishing a romantic relationship with anyone, nevermind a marriage.

His time was up. The advisors, the estate lawyers, the head servants... they all encouraged their King to marry. Jiminy thought it was futile. At the age of 46, Jim weighed over 700 pounds. Even though he was King, he felt that any of his brothers could take the responsibility of creating an heir. They were thinner, they were able to procreate, they should put the burden on themselves for producing progenitors.

But public opinion thought otherwise. A child produced by the King himself would have more pull on the throne than a nephew or niece of the King.

After months of beaurocratic red tape and various interviews with many female Leondian citizens... a young woman was selected. She was only 19 years old, but her parents practically gave her to the royal family.

The marriage itself was unusual. King Jiminy VI insisted that they marry before she had the opportunity to see him in person. The nuptials were quick and only attended by a friend of the bride as well as a friend of the King, and a huge black curtain separated the two. His bride had no opportunity to see him in full until hours after the vows were said. The closest she got was seeing his swollen fat hand through the break in the curtain as they exchanged rings.

There was a small celebration, but Jiminy was not present for it. He insisted on being taken back to his bed chamber after the ceremony.

He would have normally laid in his bed, but he was dressed in his regal suit, with his military medals and his royal sash spreading across his huge chest. The sash kept lodging itself between his breasts, highlighting his morbid obesity. He knew his bride would have to view his full body before the night was over. But his main cause for anxiety was knowing the marriage must be consummated.

The weight he was encumbered with was relatively new to him.  He knew what had happened between his parents... a similar situation, where his mother was forced to consummate a marriage she was terrified of. And all he could think of was that history would repeat itself.

A couple hours of celebration passed until his new bride was escorted to his bed chamber. He knew she would be seeing his extreme obesity for the first time, and was riddled with anxiety. He felt that he would be lucky if she could handle just looking at him, nevermind the effort of consummation.

She was led into his bed chamber after the party. She wore a small white dress with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of royal jewelry. The expression on her face showed that this display of wealth was unnecessary and that she was more interested in getting to know her husband as a person, than be showered with jewels and precious metals.

A servant opened the curtain and bowed as he directed her into Jiminy VI's room.

She took a deep breath and walked through the curtain. There was her husband... a 700 pound pile of fat, sitting in a wheelchair by a small table next to his bed.

She hesitated for a second, then looked at her surroundings. The bed itself must have been almost twice the size of a king mattress. She saw a few metal handles above it which led to the ceiling, as if his room was designed by a bariatric hospital.

She took a deep breath and gently walked towards Jim, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

A normal sized chair was placed next to him, and she sat down.

The servants knew that their king needed a drink for this interchange, so they asked her if she would like anything. She ordered a cosmopolitan martini and in less than a minute, she was handed what she asked for while her husband was handed his usual: a double whiskey with one ice cube.

The drinks were delivered, and the servants bowed and backed out of the room. Suddenly the newlyweds were alone.

Sweat dripped from Jiminy's face.  He could barely make eye contact with her. He didn't know what to say or what to think. But she picked up on the silence and placed her small porcelain hand on the fat bloated hand of her husband.

Nervousness permeated the room.

One of them had to speak, so she did. "I know this is unusual, but, I'd like to know you. I see your appearance and can't help but pick up on your fear. Shouldn't I be the one who's scared?"

Jiminy let out a chuckle, more for easing the conversation than actually finding any of it amusing. His low voice, with a slight Leondian accent, replied, "It's just that I'm not sure how to navigate this..."

She smiled at him. The warmth of her smile eased his mind a bit.

A knock on the door interrupted their first conversation. The estate expert came in and went straight to the point, "I know you two are just getting to know each other, but it is required by law that the marriage is consummated immediately."

Two bulky muscular servants stood behind him. They knew what job they had to do, but one could tell that they desperately did not want to do it.

Jiminy closed his eyes tight in nervousness.

The servants offered his royal highness his cane. Implying that he should get out of the chair and into his bed. Jiminy took a huge gulp of his drink, finishing it in one go. He shook his head to get the sharp whiskey down. Then, knowing he had to get out of his wheelchair, he took a deep breath and rocked himself forward and back to configure his bloated ass cheeks on the edge of the chair before he forced his legs to take the weight of a standing position.

His bride watched this and her first thought was, "he's not capable of consummation. Unless.... " she looked at the muscular servants and her brain finished the thought, "unless they are going to hold up the fat of his belly to keep it from blocking his... his manhood."

She shivered slightly at the thought, but pushed it from her mind. She wasn't exactly an expert at bariatric obesity. This showed, considering the fat pad surrounding the cock of her new husband never even came into her thoughts as an option. She figured his belly just needed to be lifted out of the way, but didn't consider the fat hiding his manhood from view even if his belly was lifted up.

King Jiminy waddled his way towards his marriage bed. He slowly lowered himself down on the edge with the help of his servants.

One servant began to automatically help him undress - removing the medals to place them in their boxes, and unclipping his gold sash. They continued with undoing his dark maroon tie. Then the estate expert spoke up and said, "his wife should undress him."

His bride looked wide eyed at the man in surprise, but then said, "yes, I can help."

Jiminy groaned in embarrassment and his fat hand went up to his forehead in an equal expression.

She stood, her heels clicking on the marble floor again, as she approached him. She stood in front of him and placed her long gentle fingers on his shoulder. His hand went down to his side and without opening his eyes, he said with slight annoyance, "then let's get this over with."

She reached out towards his tie, gingerly undoing the knot, then feeding the fabric through his collar to remove it. The long painted nails worked on the shirt buttons,  going through one at a time. The more buttons that were undone revealed more of the scarred bloated flesh of his chest and belly.

The weight gain he had went through was so rapid that his flesh had ripped apart on multiple occasions, creating long red gashes that required stitches instead of regular stretch marks. She gasped quietly seeing the harsh scars meandering across his skin. The King clenched his eyes shut. Then he felt her gentle touch. Her index finger traced the scars, not knowing how sensitive they were. He shuddered, whether in fear or enthrallment, she could not tell.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. His expression was apologetic. But she did not pick up on this. Instead his undressing continued until he sat naked on the side of his bed.

Rolls of bloated flesh hung on his body. His right hand lifted the right side of his belly and readjusted it on his fat thigh, and his left hand did the same.

One of the servants handed him a pill with a small glass of water. His new bride noticed this, but did not question it. If she had, she would have found out that he needed drugs to help his buried cock do it's job.

The estate expert whispered something to one of the muscular servants. Then the two men went on either side of the King's bed. Jiminy lay back, trying to swing his weight in the right direction so he would be straight on the bed. His size didn't help his effort and he seemed to just fall on his back, like a turtle in his shell.

He grunted. Laying flat on his back could suffocate him, given the fat breasts that fell with gravity, pushing against his almost nonexistent neck.

The servants knew this and grabbed his arms immediately to help him jiggle and roll himself into a reclining position.

Given the intimacy that was about to occur, they could only recline his upper body so much, without the huge layer of belly fat blocking his cock.

His royal highness laid on the silk sheets on his bed, completely nude and exposed. His head was lifted as much as possible, then the servants on either side of him lifted each side of his fat belly, exposing the fat pad which buried his cock. His manhood was now throbbing in anticipation that the medication was doing its trick. Every person in the room looked at the bride as if to say, "now is the time."

She looked horrified. There was no level of intimacy here. It was almost like they were animals forced to procreate in the eyes of their owners. She hesitated. The two men, holding up hundreds of pounds of belly fat to allow her to mount their King, were getting weak. There was only so much time that they could lift that weight without a break.

The man on the left dropped Jiminy's belly, and the man on the right had to follow suit, as he couldn't hold up the whole thing himself.

Jiminy let out a swear in Leondian, unknown to his English bride. Then he said, with the authority of his position, "hold me up again so we can get this over with."

Both men obeyed. Then his bride was told again to undress. She did so, dissassociating the whole time. As the thin, pale, beautiful woman dropped her dress to the floor, Jiminy made the effort to look over the fat of his breasts to see her. The perfection of her body... her unblemished skin, her own perky breasts, and the long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders... caused her new husband to feel a desire he never thought he'd experience at his size.

He groaned in pleasure quietly. Then she was instructed to get on top of him. His belly was still being held up by the two servants, and the medication had his cock as erect as it had ever been at his huge size. She climbed on the bed, still pretending she was not there in this situation. She tried to straddle him. His thighs were so thick that she almost had to perform a split in order to mount him.  Her own inner thigh muscles stretched in pain as she sat on top of him - his fat belly still held up by the two strong men at his sides.

She wanted it to end quickly. The embarrassment of being watched during such an intimate moment flooded her brain.

She reached down between her legs to find his cock. Reaching it, she guided him gently inside of her. He gasped when he felt the warmth and wetness of her surrounding his manhood. Pulsing her muscles, she also began to rock back and forth. He grunted in pleasure and tried to catch his breath as she rode him. 

The two servants tried to look away, to capture some semblance of professionalism.

Less than a minute passed before his royal highness finished. It was his first time being intimate as an obese man. He didn't think it was possible... but as his cock pulsated and finished inside her, he felt like a man for the first time since the morbid obesity claimed his body. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he nodded to let all in the room know that he had succeeded in his sexual obligation.

His bride climbed off of him. The two muscular servants gently lowered his belly. Jiminy lay there in his bed, satisfied that he was able to fulfill his duty - despite the fact that it took multiple servants and medication.

His next instinct was to welcome his wife into their bed. Hoping that maybe she would cuddle him. Maybe he could fall asleep in the arms of a beautiful woman that belonged to him. But he did not get that opportunity.

#ssbhm belly #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffa #ffa bhm #fat #fat fantasy #ffassbhm #ssbhmstory #fat rolls #obese #obesity #fatfantasy #fat story #fat men are sexy #fat sex

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Currently working on 3 new stories...

1: A morbidly obese man in prison due to accidentally crushing someone, and the legal consequences as well as trying to fight his sentence.

2: A home security company employee viewing camera footage as her morbidly obese client gets trapped in a doorway and is taken out of his home.

3: A morbidly obese man who lives at home alone, with a gluttonous appetite, finally realizing he needs to hire home help. And the resulting female maid finding sexual interest in him.

Obviously, given my detail oriented writing style, I can't give them justice by defining them in one or two sentences. But, if you had to choose which one that I should dedicate more time to and post first... which one?

#ssbhm belly #ffa #ffa bhm #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffassbhm #fat #fat fantasy #ssbhmstory

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I've noticed that FFA's with pictures get more attention. I've got an absurd amount of modeling photos of me. I did it professionally for over 5 years. I've even been in magazines (actual print.... not fake magcloud magazines).

But, the anonymity is a plus for me.

When I was 21... pictures of my BHM & I went viral. I dealt with friends showing me public posts of pictures of my husband and I... and the comments were not kind. My friends tried to defend us, but it just got worse.

This is why you will not find a photo of me on here. I have thousands, but don't want my stories to be directly connected to my photos.

I'm sure there are a few followers on here who know exactly who I am. And they know of my photos. But I'm keeping it anonymous for now.

Maybe in the future I'll post photos. But for now, you'll just have to imagine what I look like. ;)

#ffa #ffa bhm #ffassbhm #female feeder #female fat admirer

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This story would normally begin with an alarm blaring; waking Emmitt up from a night full of pleasantly arousing dreams of gluttony. But Emmitt was always awakened by his servants rolling his breakfast trays into his room. No alarm is needed - once the smell of bacon, eggs, beans, sauages, toast, and more hits his nostrils.

His eyes opened. Both hands automatically cradling the side fat of his impossibly huge belly. He would gently scratch his fat fingers across the prominent stretch marks. They were so sensitive, due to his fantastically quick weight gain.

He loved being fat. Being able to reach down to grab handfuls of lard surrounding him caused ripples of pleasure throughout his body. Especially knowing that the hundreds of pounds of fat trapped him where he was. It was almost a badge of honor for him.

The servants themselves couldn't stand what they believed to be an immoral attraction to fat on the part of their employer. But it didn't change the fact that they were paid well, so they were required to bring him plates and plates of food throughout the day.

The chefs, who prepared his one and only pleasure: food; always tried not to think about where that food was going. Their job was to come up with the most flavorful creations for their gluttonous master. To them, keeping the distance between their skillful cooking and who was going to consume it, was what kept them from quitting entirely.

The chefs did not envy the tasks of the servants. At least they could practice their culinary art without their eyes being affronted with the immobile obese man who employed them. The servants didn't have that luxury.

The breakfast trays were rolled next to the king sized bed which was the permanent home of the 900 pound man they worked for. Due to his extreme size, they never needed to help him sit up to eat, because he couldn't lie flat on his back anyway. If he did, the weight of his breasts would choke him. Blubber, like a river, settles with gravity. So Emmitt was almost always propped up with pillows and his adjustable mattress - the head of the mattress at a 45° angle.

The trays were delivered and parked next to his bed. Then, the food was placed on a large table with a swinging arm that moved horizontally to rest in front of him - almost like a hospital tray that could move over his nonexistent lap. As he grew over the years, the table attached to the bed needed adjustments. Mainly to raise it higher and higher as the fat of his belly accumulated vertically. He loved the fact that his belly grew rounder and rounder, rather than the fat looking deflated and reaching his knees like a blanket.

Once the food was delivered, he ate.

And ate.

And ate.

It was almost impossible for him to get full. This always frustrated him. He loved the feeling of being full; so full he almost felt nauseous. But he had developed a tolerance to his own gluttonous appetite. At this point he could eat all day, constantly sucking down calories, and his belly never felt full. The satisfaction of a rock hard belly was no longer possible for him now.

His fantasies of a feeding tube - lard, butter, cream, extreme caloric intake... was what he wanted. The dream of reaching half a ton was going to be fulfilled, even if he couldn't match his sexual desires.

#ssbhm belly #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffa #ffa bhm #fat #fat fantasy #ffassbhm #ssbhmstory

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Being trapped in his bed was all he knew. He would dream about being thin enough to go out in public, but it could only remain in fantasy. He weighed over 700lbs. His life was indescribable. He'd try his hardest to at least roll over on his own, but had to face the reality of his morbidly obese body and that he was dependent on others for everything.

His demeanor was that of an independent, powerful, academic man. But remaining in his bed, reliant on books to whisk him away from his unpleasant existence, made him feel impotent with his own ability.

He would dream of romantic encounters; but in all of his fantasies, he was thin. He knew his dreams could never be fulfilled. No woman would purposely choose to be with such an enormously obese man.

His huge fat hands rested beside his belly. He always felt awkward touching the fat of his stomach, but where else could he rest his hands? Having them dangle by his sides felt forced, so he would always rest them on the soft fat of his gigantic belly - there was no other place to put them.

At this point, he didn't care if his visitor's were disturbed. He lived with it every day, and the last thing he cared about was his old friends telling him how obese he had gotten. They might as well be speaking to the choir with their unnecessary comments.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He tried to keep his hands off his belly, and he let his reverie take over. He dreamed of a beautiful woman; and her soft gentle hands massaging his fat. His confidence boosting with the positive attention.

He opened his eyes and remained alone; convinced and depressed that he would never have someone who loved him given his size.

#ssbhm belly #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffa #ffa bhm #fat #fat fantasy #ffassbhm #ssbhmstory

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I've had the same friend group for years. I don't often meet new people, because why bother? An invite was sent out... a friend's housewarming party. A huge group of new people would be there, and for a second, I hesitated. But why not go and celebrate the new home with new people?

Entering the house, I was confronted with music blasting, people smiling and laughing, and impromptu tours of the new living space.

I grabbed my six pack of beers and went to the kitchen to find space in the fridge for it. Then I saw him. My heart skipped. He barely fit between the kitchen counter and the center island. I tried not to look, because my glances towards his beautifully fat body could be interpreted as negative. I smiled and made my way to the fridge; adjusting other bottles to fit mine. My brain was going a mile a minute... I desperately wanted to talk with him, tell him how beautiful he was, how his fat belly memorized me, and that he was such a gorgeous specimen of obese masculinity. But that's impossible in this society. I gulped back my attraction, closed the fridge door, and joined the rest of the party.

It was hard to ignore. It was hard to not want to scream, "you are the definition of ideal beauty!"

Instead, I smiled at him, hoping desperately that during the night's festivities an opening would present itself for me to tell him how perfectly fat he was. How his size had me obsessed and aroused. How his obesity was a stamp of gorgeousness...

#ssbhm belly #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffa #ffa bhm #fat #fat fantasy #ffassbhm #ssbhmstory

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The first story I ever wrote... Absolutely Gorgeous. Those in the fetish long enough know this one. And I guess it gets rid of my anonymity....

It was August 23rd and Jiminy Leonhart was celebrating his 20th birthday with two of his brothers. Jim was seated on one of the couches in the living room surrounding a big ebony table, his rear filling up all three cushions; his dark brown hair complimented with a silver streak fell down over his round chubby face as his hazel eyes timidly explored his surroundings.

Magnus and Emmitt were Jiminy’s closest siblings and they were seated in other couches around the living room table. They sat in silence waiting for the cake to be brought in. When they heard the squeak of the door each one of them looked back at once with flushed cheeks and drooling mouths as the birthday cake was brought into the room.

Jiminy’s eyes especially, widened with a fire of passion as his taste buds tingled upon sight of it. The cake was placed on the table as close as possible to the birthday boy. By instinct, Jim’s hands immediately moved from resting at his sides to cradling his fat belly. His hands caressed his corpulence as he imagined the taste of the enormous three layer chocolate fudge cake in front of him. He was visibly excited to be able to take a gigantic bite of the sugar covered dessert, and he licked his swollen lips in anticipation.

His brother’s were equally as gluttonous as him, so they rushed through the happy birthday song aiming to taste it as soon as possible. Afterwards, Magnus helped Jiminy sit upright within his seven-hundred pound frame so he could reach the cake in order to blow out the twenty burning candles.

It was a very lonely gathering. It took place in a living room fit for royalty, but there were only two guests present. Because of Jiminy’s stoic personality and the fact that he was a recluse since the age of fifteen, Jiminy didn’t have the luxury of friends. And only two of his four brothers even attended the celebration. Emmitt weighed a massive eight-hundred and fifty pounds, so he sympathized with Jiminy’s misery. Magnus weighed nearly four-hundred pounds and he had accepted the inevitable fact that he was going down the same path as his brothers had. Phineas and Frederyck, the two absent brothers, hadn’t had the misfortune of extreme weight-gain yet in their lives, so they had no empathy for Jiminy or their other siblings. They never attended any family events.

Jiminy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His stomach bulged out as his lungs filled with air, and the candles extinguished as he blew his wish at the flames. Magnus removed the wax from the cake, and then cut two large pieces and passed them out to Jim and Emmitt. By the time Magnus got cake on his plate, Jim had already finished his slice and was leaning over to help himself to another. His stomach bulged down between his thick thighs as he wiggled closer to the table to reach the cake.

Magnus stood up and went to help him before he fell over; for Jiminy had instances before of leaning too far to get food and landing on his stomach in pain. This time Magnus cut a half of one tier of the gigantic cake and placed it on a platter in front of Jim, “Now ya won’t need me to get more for ya.”

Emmitt chuckled and added, “But you might need to get me some ‘ore”, as he held out his plate and belched.

After an hour, and many more platters of cake for Jiminy, the dessert had disappeared. Jiminy leaned back on the couch with his eyes shut, and his stomach red with fresh stretch marks spidering out of the bottom of his shirt. He let out a weak groan and said quietly, “Happy birthday to me.”

Jim had stuffed himself so full that his breath was short and labored. With his eyes squinting behind his dark hair he struggled to get oxygen in his lungs with opposition from all the food in his stomach. Magnus stood slowly with a grip on his belly for he had stuffed himself as well, and he waddled over to the door to call the servants to come take the empty plates away. Magnus went over to the table and grabbed a box of tissues before he headed back towards Jiminy. Emmitt was almost equally as stuffed as Jim, but he was used to the feeling of his stomach being as tight as a drum; so he just sat there and waited the feeling out in gluttonous satisfaction.

Magnus proceeded to clean all the crumbs off of Jiminy’s cheeks, chins, and his gigantic bulge of a neck. Crumbs and fudge had also fallen all over Jim’s shirt. This meant Magnus had to get a new shirt for him from his bedroom. Magnus yanked Jiminy’s sweaty, stretched and stained shirt up over his head, and then he noticed the tears on Jiminy’s face. He could understand why; for here was his little brother, only twenty years old and already barley able to walk on his own. Jiminy had fudge and cake all over his chest as well for it fell down his shirt. So he took some tissues from Magnus and began to clean himself off, violently scratching them across his breasts. Magnus sat opposite to Jim and looked at him as he said, “It’s your birthday Jim, what’s tha matter?”

Jiminy started to cry out loud and responded with puffy red eyes, “Look *sniff* at me.”

Magnus sighed, and put his hand on Jim’s hand. “Look Jim, come on, it’s your birthday, please try to be happy for once. You deserve happiness, especially now.” Magnus’s eyes twinkled upon the statement, as if he knew something Jiminy did not.

But Jim just looked over at Magnus unmoved and motioned for his help in putting his new clean shirt on.

Magnus leaned over to get Jim’s shirt on the table and then helped put it over his brother’s head. Emmitt still sat silently in the corner digesting his cake binge and passionately massaging his belly with his sausage-like fingers. Magnus buttoned up Jim’s shirt, and ran into some resistance at the bottom button. As he tugged on the shirt to get the button fastened, he told Jiminy about his birthday present. “Jim, ya remember Mary?”

Jim sniffed a little with curiosity and then nodded as his blubbery neck jiggled. Magnus continued, “Well, she’s agreed to meet you.”

Jiminy looked shocked, and he said, “No. No. You’re kidding. You know I’m not ready to meet her yet, I-I-I can't let her see me like this.”

Magnus said, “You’ve been in love with her for three years Jiminy and you haven’t talked to her once. Sitting on the balcony during parties and admiring her from afar isn’t getting yourself any closer to establishing a relationship with her.”

Jim responded, “I know, but she's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And even in all my fantasies of my first meeting with her, I was thin. There’s a reason for that, you know I cannot face her at this size. I don’t want to first time she sees me to be like this; she could never find me attractive—never mind actually dating me.”

Magnus argued, “Well, after talking to her, I’ve come to the conclusion that meeting her would improve you’re self esteem. Believe me Jiminy, it is time something good happened to you.”

Jim exclaimed, “What did you tell her? Does… does she know about me?”

“Yes Jim, but I'm not going to go into detail about what I told her; please believe me that this is going to make you happy.” Magnus pleaded.

Jim just asked, “How?”

Magnus smiled, “Well, what if I told you that she does find you attractive and I know it for a fact. I'm sure she’ll prove it to you; now go to your room, for she’s sitting on your bed waiting for you.”

Jiminy didn’t know how to react. He just muttered quietly, “She’s in my room?”

Magnus repeated himself for emphasis while assisting Jiminy’s girth off the couch.

Jim wiggled his body for the momentum to stand himself up and upon doing so, his shirt tightened around his incredibly stuffed stomach and he breathed heavily as he slowly waddled to his room. It took him awhile to get there for his belly hung down below his thighs as his breasts fell down towards his sides forcing his arms out causing them to occasionally collide with the walls. He had to walk tentatively for his stomach kept bouncing off of his legs, causing his distended belly discomfort. Near his room, his belly was feeling nauseous. He he had to caress it into peace with his hands, as well as occasionally having to pull down on his shirt to keep his belly button from coming into view.

He was too shocked to really speak to Magnus during the walk down. He was also so stuffed from the cake that walking and talking would have used up all his energy, and would have probably made him more nauseous. When they got to his bedroom, Magnus opened both doors for Jim as he waddled into the room. After he entered, the doors were shut behind him. On his bed, sat Mary. She was wearing a small tight red dress which fitted her like a glove and formed to her petite hourglass frame. Her bright brown eyes focused on him when he entered, and they glistened as her gaze met his.

Jiminy was unable to move. He stood there in horror and shock just staring at the small beautiful creature he knew so hauntingly well seated on his bed, her long black hair reflected the candle light which created waves of color across the walls of the bedchamber. Her ruby red lips curled into a white smile and she raised her eyebrows when she saw that he was frightened. A few uncomfortable seconds passed, and then Mary stood up off the bed and said, “Ya know, you could come ova here if ya want.”

Jiminy just stuttered dumbly, “Oh… al… alright.”

He moved slowly up toward his bed, desperately trying to disguise his waddle. He lowered his gigantic frame onto the bed as slowly as possible so as to not hear the usual groan the wood made when pressure was put upon it. But to his dismay, the bed did groan in pain. Mary sat herself near him, but not too close. He whimpered when he heard the bed groan, and she looked at him with concerned eyes and asked, “What’s tha matter? Are you alright Jim?”

He nodded quickly with his eyes closed, unable to even look at her. His fists were clenched with extreme effort, and he bit his lip to keep from crying. He was never more embarrassed before in his life. Neither had he ever been in this situation before, so he didn’t know how to act anyway; which didn’t make the situation any more comfortable for either of them.

Mary could tell what he was feeling, so she gently touched his shoulder as to assure him. But upon contact he jerked away as though touched by fire. She stood up and moved away from him, as she took a deep breath she turned around and walked back up towards him. Mary leaned down so she was adjacent to his face and she put her hands on his cheeks and moved his gaze up to hers. He couldn’t look her in the eyes without his face wrinkling up into a sob. He had dreamed about the day he’d meet her, and he never imagined himself in such a fat, pathetic state in his fantasies. When his eyes met hers, she expected him to show happiness, but all she got was him shutting his eyes quickly and biting his lip.

She accepted defeat, moved away from him, and said, “I think you should get into bed.”

He just nodded, and she waited for a moment, expecting him to say something. But all she received was silence. She was beginning to think that he didn’t like her, so she offered, “Let me help ya change Jim, so that my presence here tonight had at least one purpose.”

Jiminy then spoke up meekly with his eyes still facing the floor, “What was your purpose here?”

She walked back up to the bed, and then took a seat next to him as she said, “I wanted to maybe get to know ya Jim. I heard about you, and then I asked Magnus. After everything he told me, well, you sounded wonderful. And I wanted to surprise ya on your birthday and give you a night you’ll never forget, and maybe more.”

Jiminy looked at her incredulously for a second and then audibly mumbled, “Well, if I sounded wonderful, then I'm shocked that you haven’t changed your mind upon looking at me.”

Mary looked at him in sympathy and knowingly asked, “What do you mean? Do ya think Magnus could have left something out about your description?”

Jim sighed and said, “Well, I find it hard to believe that he mentioned how fat I am.”

And Jim took his chubby baby hands and grabbed the gut that fell across his lap in a violent gesture of disgust. “After all, how could I have sounded wonderful if he had mentioned that?”

Mary’s expression of sympathy deepened as she listened to him regard himself with so much hate, “He didn’t need to mention that, I already knew, cuz I heard Finny and Freddy talking about you. I asked Magnus about you because… well, I find men of your size attractive. And when he told me that you were a recluse and had no one but him and Emmitt, well I couldn’t just sit back and see a handsome man continue to be lonely. So, I wanted to meet ya and maybe be part of your life.”

Silence followed, for Jiminy could hardly speak, and then Mary said, “If you don’t believe that I'm attracted to you, then will you at least let me prove it?”

Jim sighed to himself, and his great chest heaved in an expression of disbelief as he said, “But how is that possible?”

“How is what possible?” Mary asked.

Jim finally looked up at her with teary eyes, and then glanced down at himself and his protruding belly, thick love handles, breasts, and thighs, and said, “How could anyone be attracted to this? It’s ultimate misery to be like this, so how could it ever attract a woman as beautiful as you?”

Mary smiled at him a little and said, “I wish I could explain it to ya Jim. But I can't, cuz I don’t even know why. All I do know is that you are absolutely gorgeous Jiminy. Just absolutely gorgeous.”

The floodgates opened upon hearing that. Jiminy buried his fat face in his hands, and his body shook with uncontrollable wails and sobs. Mary immediately put her arms around what she could of him, and she rubbed the layers of fat on his back. She slowly placed her small fragile head on his flabby and thick shoulder. She whispered in his ear as she held his shaking, weeping form, “Shhh Jim, there’s nothing to cry about. So Shhh.”

After Jiminy’s tears dissipated, they spent the next hour in his room, talking about Jiminy’s crush on Mary and her counter-attraction. Jim soon became less shy and he was willing to believe her sincerity, for after all she had held him in her arms, and he had never felt a woman’s touch before. It was after midnight before Mary finally left, and Jiminy was exhausted. He’d never felt so many emotions in one day.

After Mary left, Magnus came in to get him ready for bed. He was surprised because Jiminy was actually smiling, and his eyes were gleaming with happiness. Jiminy hadn’t been noticeably happy in a very long time. But sadly, the happiness was brief. Jiminy began to unbutton his shirt in preparation for bed, but Magnus had to finish unbuttoning him after the first three buttons. Jim’s fingers were too fat and his belly was too big for him to be able to finish taking off his shirt by himself. His pants were unzipped, and Magnus tugged at his pant legs to pull them off. The pants themselves weighed nearly twenty pounds, and they were getting a little tight for Jim’s 86-inch waist line.

After his clothes were finally off, Jiminy got out of bed and waddled into the bathroom. It was even harder for him to walk without clothes on because at least his clothes helped keep his stomach from swaying back and forth against his thighs. Upon entering the bathroom he went over to the sink and washed his face. When he turned around to wipe his face off on a towel, he saw his whole reflection up against the full-length mirror on the wall. He stood there feeling drained, just looking at himself, and analyzing his whole body.

After being with Mary, he felt beautiful for the first time in his life. But upon seeing every single fold of fat which wrapped itself around his frame and every single dark piercing stretch mark, he felt it consume his confidence until he was left completely empty of happiness. He was awakened from his nightmarish reverie by Magnus knocking on the door and asking, “Are ya alright in there Jim?”

He quickly answered while clearing his throat, “Yes, yes, I’ll be done in a minute.”

Jiminy couldn’t resist, after seeing his full girth in the mirror, he waddled up towards the industrial-size scale. He whispered to himself over and over again, “It looks worse than it is. It looks worse than it is.”

He placed a foot encased with the bruised fat of his ankle onto the scale, and then while grabbing onto the sink for support, he lowered the rest of his massive body on top of it. He could practically hear the scale groaning with pain from the pressure as he read its measurement: 749 lbs.

His chubby hands immediately came up to his mouth to stifle his sob of agony. He almost fell off the scale and he leaned his back up against the wall as he cried, again. His fingers dug deep into his belly as he grasped it with passionate hate, leaving scratches. His eyes were crinkled up and he bit his lower lip to keep Magnus from hearing and becoming worried. He breathed slowly and after a minute of wiping the tears from his face and composing himself, he waddled out of the bathroom and lay his body down onto his bed.

Jiminy couldn’t reach the blankets once he had lied down on his back, so Magnus tucked him in. After pulling the blankets up to his brother’s chest, Magnus noticed his tear stained face. So instead of leaving, he sat next to Jim and said, “I was under the impression that things went well between you and Mary.”

Jim nodded, “Yeah, they did. I just really feel like it was a dream, ya know? And like… it didn’t happen. I’ve been obsessing over her for three years knowing she could never find me attractive. So how could something this wonderful really happen to me?”

Magnus smiled and said, “Well, think about all the things you’ve been through in the past few years. Shouldn’t it be about time something good happens?”

Jiminy smirked a little bit and then returned to his stoic face as he said, “Yeah, I suppose so. I just cannot believe she's attracted to me.” He paused, then groaned with hate as he slowly looked down at his own girth and rubbed it with emphasis, “It’s just… … I'm so fat, Magnus.”

Magnus burrowed his eyebrows in concern, “You weighed yourself in there didn’t you?”

Jiminy nodded with his eyes shut tight, obviously holding back more tears.

Magnus inquired empathetically, “How much?”

Jiminy took a deep breath and said, “Seven-hundred and forty-nine pounds. …I mean, honestly Magnus, how am I supposed to believe she's attracted to me when I'm so gigantic…?”

Magnus thought for a minute and then confidently said, “Well she is attracted to you. So ya just remember that tonight Jim. And you’re gonna see her in the morning and I know she’ll prove it to you.”

Jiminy put up a fake smile and nodded. So Magnus stood up and said as he walked out the door, “Happy Birthday Jim.”

And with that, the door was shut, and Jiminy fell into a deep sleep riddled with images of Mary.

Jiminy awoke to a knock on his bedroom door. He opened his eyes then stretched a little as he said, “Come in.”

Mary walked into the room. She was wearing a long baby blue spring dress. And Jiminy was in shock over her angelic figure in the doorway. He was admiring how radiant she was, and then he noticed his blanket was only up to his belly button. He quickly turned red and pulled the blanket up to his thick puffy neck in order to cover his massive breasts from view. He shrunk down further into the bed, for he desperately wanted to disappear between the covers and hide from the world. But then Mary giggled and walked over to his bed. Jiminy’s eyes were wide with terror as she sat next to his bed and said, “Why are ya so scared?”

Jiminy just gulped and shook his head quickly, never taking his eyes off her face. Mary’s expression changed from amusement to slight concern. “Come on Jim, what’s the matter?”

He responded, “I'm not scared, I was just surprised seeing you come in.”

Mary nodded her head in acceptance of his response and said, “Well Magnus went out, so I offered to get you into the bath and dress you.”

Jiminy’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at her as though she was joking with him, “What did you say?”

Mary had stood up and was already going through Jiminy’s armoire, picking out his clothing as she answered his question, “I said that I would get you into the bath and help you dress afterward.”

And she looked at him with a smirk and a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Jiminy lay in his bed still gripping the covers for dear life as he asked, “Well, at least you’ll leave the room while I'm bathing, right?”

Mary said, “If you want me to, of course I will. But um, do you need my help getting out of bed?”

Jiminy said defensively, “No…no, I’ll be fine.”

Mary nodded and placed his clothes on a table in his bedroom, and walked towards the door. Before she left and closed the door she said, “I’ll come back in an hour or so to see how you’re doing.”

Jiminy nodded, and she left the room.

Now, Jiminy had just gotten himself into an awkward situation. He was going to have a very hard time taking a bath on his own; after all he couldn’t even reach half of his body. But he was going to try; after all he wanted to avoid Mary seeing him naked at all costs. There existed a horrible image in his mind of her seeing him naked and vomiting in response. He shook it out of his head as he took a deep breath and heaved his body out of bed. He waddled into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Taking another deep breath he leaned towards the faucet and turned it on. Then he sat on the toilet seat cover to take a rest, as the water filled up in the bath tub. Jiminy knew that there was no way he was going to complete his bath and change in the time Mary returned. It was impossible, for he couldn’t even dress himself anyway. But he figured it would be easiest to hide himself under the bubbles in the bath, so he planned to at least be covered in them before she came in.

By now the water was up to the right height, so Jiminy poured bubbles in the bath and then slowly stepped his gigantic blubbery body in the warm water. Finally coming to a comfortable position, he lay there in the water thinking about Mary for the next half hour. He hadn’t had a chance to really enjoy the thought of her since he saw her the previous night.

He imagined every inch of her soft fragile body, and what it would be like to have his hands all over her. He imagined her smell and her lips up against his as her breath brushed across his neck. He was convulsing in pleasure at the thought and almost wet himself right there in the tub. But what brought him out of his reverie was the squeak of the bathroom door as Mary opened it.

He was still extremely turned on, which made her look even more appetizing to him. She stood in the doorway, wearing that blue dress, looking at Jiminy with a sultry smile. She walked towards him and then sat on the side of the tub as she asked teasingly, “So, how are you coming on your bath? You’ve been in there for an hour… and look! Your hair isn’t even wet yet!”

Jiminy looked down at his body to see how covered up he was. The water covered up most of his gigantic belly, but it left his nipples and breasts exposed. He was disappointed that it was the farthest he could hide himself beneath the water. So he shook the thought of his disgusting body out of his mind as he answered her, “I just got in the bath. I mean, it, well… it takes me a while to get things done.” And he moved his hands from his sides over to his belly.

Mary smiled at him and said, “Well that’s why I offered to help you earlier.” Then she added temptingly, “Do you want me to now?”

Normally Jiminy would decline her offer, and say he could do it himself. But he still thought about her beautiful body and how he wanted his hands all over her. His fantasy of the last half hour came into his mind and he felt that he would do anything to touch her; or at least have her touch him. He looked up at her with wide doe eyes and said, “I… I don’t know. I mean… I do need help, but are you sure you want to help me?”

Mary stood up and kneeled down to face him. She looked him in the eyes and said “Yes, I’d absolutely love to help you.”

Jiminy blushed at her answer, and she began to take scoops of water in her hand and pour it on his head. She laughed as the water ran down his fat face. She massaged his head with the shampoo, and then used the spray handle to clean it off. When she was finished she stroked his wet hair back away from his eyes and said, “Alright, sit up now Jim so I can dry your hair off.”

Jiminy looked up at her and hinted that he needed help by lifting his arms. She grabbed them and with great effort, and assistance from him, she pulled him up straight. She then said, “I don’t think I'm strong enough to pull you out of the tub.”

Jim smiled a little at her and said, “Oh of course not. I can get myself out, wait for me in the bedroom.”

Mary grinned at him and walked out of the room, and Jiminy finally felt relaxed again.

He grabbed the sides of the tub to pull himself up more and then reached for the handle above him, specifically installed to help him get in and out of the tub, and with much effort he pulled himself out. He sat down on the toilet seat cover and grabbed the nearest towel and began to dry his body off. It would take a while for him to be completely dry for he had to dry underneath all the layers of flesh around his body. Mary knocked on the door, and Jiminy quickly wrapped the little towel as much he could around himself. But when Mary opened the door, she immediately gasped, “Oh my god…” upon seeing him exposed like that.

Jim looked at her, very hurt. He could tell she gasped at how hideous he was. He looked down at the floor and his eyebrows turned down into a frown as he turned red with embarrassment. Mary saw that she made him upset, so she took a step towards him and tried to explain herself, “Oh Jim, I really didn’t mean anything by that.”

Jiminy didn’t even look at her, he just shook his head and said meekly, “Leave me alone.”

Mary tried to protest, but Jiminy just interrupted her and said, “Please, I can do everything myself.”

Mary just nodded and being respectful of his privacy, she walked out of his bedroom. Jiminy was left alone. And when he realized it, a wave of sadness came over him to replace the humiliation. He stood himself up, rubbed himself dry, and just got into bed.

He knew it was too good to be true, that Mary couldn’t really find him attractive. It was all just a charade, a lie: to give him false happiness on his birthday. No woman could ever be attracted to a man that fat; that kind of woman didn’t exist, and he felt foolish to have believed her. Then he was overcome by sleep.

For the rest of the day and afternoon he fell in and out of lucid dreams. And not once did Mary disturb him. It made him feel even worse. He hoped that maybe she would come in and apologize to him, and tell him she really did find him attractive. He dreamed about her coming in and confessing her love for him the whole day. But she didn’t come in until after dinner, and Jiminy was deep asleep by then.

She quietly tip-toed in and went over to the bed. She had a little to drink with Magnus and Finny, so she just came in and lifted up the sheets of his bed. She saw him lying there, naked; and moved her eyes up and down his body. She studied every feature: the folds of skin on his back, which rolled around to the front of him to make up his breasts, and his gigantic love handles which sprouted from the middle of his back and enlarged to create the massive stomach that took up half the bed. She looked at his thick legs, with his thighs covered in dark stretch marks.

His thighs were gorgeous; their thickness was what made him waddle so pleasingly to her eye. Just watching him waddle with difficulty towards her on the previous night, with his stomach bouncing in front of her, made her want him so bad.

Seeing him sitting on the toilet seat, almost naked in the exposing spotlight, shocked her. Not because he was disgusting like he believed, but because she didn’t realize how big he really was. He was enormous and also the sexiest man she had ever had the pleasure of viewing in her life. It was like waking up Christmas morning seeing 100 more presents than you expected, for he really was a lot better than she expected. She felt an overwhelming desire to be close to him, and the alcohol clouded her judgment, so she quietly crawled into his bed and nestled under the covers very close to him. Listening to his steady powerful breath and feeling the warmth of his body up against hers lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

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The morning alarm blared and his eyes shot open. The veil of sleep lifted as he awoke. His hands immediately went to his belly, which spilled over his thighs and took up most of the mattress. He let out a groan. In his dream state, he could do anything. Memories from when he was thin fueled what he dreamt about, so awakening to his reality - a reality where he was almost too fat to move without help - was a shock each morning.

He knew he had to sit up, or he'd fall asleep again. He pressed a button on the side of his custom bariatric bed. It released a metal handle which hung from the roof of the canopy bed. His chubby hand reached for it and he let out another groan, but this time from effort rather than awakening to disappointment.

Having grabbed the handle, he pulled with all his might, while beginning to rock his morbidly obese body from side to side to gain momentum. With another grunt, he pulled himself into a sitting posture on the side of the bed. Once he was in position, his fat hands covered his face in distress. He sighed with more emotional weight than what he experienced with his actual physical heaviness. His reality - one where he couldn't do anything on his own - tortured him. 

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Pleasing The Rich - Part Two

Part One here:

She didn't really want to explore the palace just yet, so she retreated to her bedroom. She was planning on putting her clothes away into the drawers and other tasks as she made this room her home, but found that her suitcases were already empty. Opening the closet, she saw the clothes she brought placed in drawers, but also many new custom dresses hung there as well. Initially she thought these must have been the clothes of whoever had her job before her. Then she noticed that they were all new, and exactly her size.

A knock on her door distracted her. She opened it to see Simon standing there and she invited him in. Before he had a chance to ask her about her experience with Herbert, she motioned to the closet and asked, "the dresses... are those for me?"

Simon smiled and said, "oh yes, His Highness wanted to gift you a new wardrobe. How about you try one on to wear when you have to continue his feeding in a few hours?"

She asked, "is it an option, or an order?"

Simon blushed, "more of a combination. Herbert chose the dresses, so I'm sure he would be pleased to see you in one, but it's not a requirement... just a strong suggestion."

Eliza nodded, realizing it essentially was a requirement despite what Simon said.

A call came through on the cell phone that Simon had on his belt. He answered it and walked away from Eliza. She heard his responses, but not who was on the other line. The call was quick and he returned to her side. "That was a dinner invitation for you. Herbert is going to forgo his 3pm meal. He would like you to join him for dinner in the dining room at 6pm."

She hoped that this meal would be more friendly than the feeding she did with him earlier. Simon seemed to pick up on her discomfort and said, "It will be quite formal, so I recommend you wear one of the new dresses. As I said, his Highness would like that."

She agreed and Simon left the room for her to change.

Looking into the closet, she pulled out a few dresses. One caught her eye more than the others: a deep burgandy silk fabric overlaid with a see-through black lace mesh. She placed it up in front of her and looked in the mirror. It was much fancier than what she was used to, almost as if she was taken back in time by a century. But she put it on and was pleased with her appearance. She still had a few hours until dinner at 6pm, so she decided to explore the expansive palace. She quietly opened the door to the hallway and poked her head out. Once she knew she was alone, she stepped out and took a left, knowing this would lead her to places she hadn't seen before. Her heels clicked across the wooden floor of the hallway. Reaching a turn, she went right. It lead to another hallway with large windows on one side. The light streaming through the windows lit up many portraits on the walls. She paused here to look at the paintings. The gold plaques below the images had names of previous Kings and the years they were in power. Many of them were quite obese, which didn't surprise her. As she walked down the hall, she noticed the dates were getting closer to modernity. The last portrait was what got her attention. The gold plaque said "King Herbert IV: 1998 - ____".

But the painting was not the man she had just met. Or, at least, it did not look like him. He stood, dressed in a filigree military uniform, fit and thin. His defined cheek bones and jawline were what added to his attractiveness. His wavy auburn hair fell mostly to the left of his face and framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. She couldn't walk away from it, and just stared. There was no way this was the extremely obese man she just fed and rubbed to completion - but the plaque said it was. She made a mental note to ask about this during dinner... assuming the right window came up in conversation.

She checked her watch, it was 5:30. She was surprised at how much time she had spent looking at the portraits. Knowing she had to start making her way to the main rooms of the palace, she turned around and tried to navigate back to her bedroom. Despite it being only a few turns down various hallways, she was careful. She didn't want to get lost, and she certainly didn't want to be late. Finally making it to the landing above the foyer, she felt relief knowing she was going to be on time. There was a large elevator at the top of the double staircase, but she was well aware why it was there, so she took the stairs. A new face happened to be walking through the foyer, and he noticed her. Stopping short, he looked up and smiled. She could tell he was related to Herbert, but only due to the thin portrait of him that she had discovered earlier. She got to the bottom of the stairs and he approached with his hand out for a handshake. Taking her hand in his, he bowed gently and kissed it, then with a deep voice, like his brother, said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Freddy, Herbert's brother. You must be Eliza."

She smiled at what a gentleman he was, and nodded to answer his question, still not speaking yet. He motioned to a set of double doors to the left of the staircase and said, "I know you're meeting Herbert in the dining room at 6. In the meantime, would you like a drink?"

She felt relieved and said, "actually, that would be great."

Freddy smiled and presented her with the crux of his arm. She placed her arm around his and he guided her to the parlor. If she thought Herbert's bed chamber was excessively decorated, this room put his bed chamber to shame. It was covered in gold leaf, highlighting the same cherry wood that made up the interior rooms of the palace. A seven foot tall black marble fireplace lit up a small section of this expansive space. The flue was a large lions head, held up by chains: certainly a piece of art in and of itself. The sun was setting, so she could still see what looked like a large patio through the windows opposite the fireplace. A forest of fir trees lit up in orange in front of the sunset. Freddy called her over towards a full bar, enhanced by mirrors and the same gold leaf that accentuated the room. She diverted her attention towards the bar.

Freddy was relatively thin; at least compared to Herbert. But his belly stuck out in front of him, very round and pronounced. He made his way around the back of the bar and his belly hit the shelf holding the crystal glasses. They tinkled against each other and he quickly reached out to keep them from toppling. He blushed slightly, placed his hands on his protruding stomach and said, "I'm still getting used to this." With no further explanation.

He grabbed two glasses and brought out a bottle of Champagne. Before opening it, he glanced at the large grandfather clock against the wall. It read 5:45, then he said, "Well, I suppose it's enough time for a quick drink."

Eliza smiled. His mannerisms were gentle and kind; not nearly as authoritarian as his brother. He popped the cork from the bottle and filled two champagne flutes. Handing one to her, he lifted his own, and they clinked glasses. He toasted, "to new friends".

She smiled and took a sip. She had never had real Champagne before, and couldn't even guess at the cost of the bottle he opened, but it was delicious. The clock began to chime. It was 6 o'clock. Freddy placed his glass down and squeezed out from behind the bar. She began to place her glass down, but he stopped her and said, "you can bring it into the dining room."

So she held onto it. Given the afternoon she had with Herbert, she felt that alcohol might help with comforting her anxiety, so she was glad to keep the glass. Freddy gave her his arm again, and they both walked back into the foyer. Freddy led her a few rooms over to a candle lit dining room. The table itself must have been 20 feet long, but the place setting was for two: one at the head of the table, and one to the side. The candles provided enough light, but Freddy reached towards a dimmer switch on the wall and increased the lighting. Suddenly the opposite doors opened. Eliza heard the whir of something mechanical, then Herbert came into view. He was in his electric wheelchair, but dressed as a King should: a full suit, black cravat, and a diamond ring in the shape of a lions head. She didn't notice the ring when she was dealing with him earlier, so she figured this must be a piece of jewelry for special occasions.

He rolled his chair into position at the head of the table. Freddy was still present, and Herbert motioned towards the chair next to him. "Come, Eliza, sit." He said.

Freddy nodded towards her to obey, and then said, "Have a good dinner, I'm sure I'll see you soon."

Then he left the room, closing the large door behind him.

Eliza sat in the chair next to Herbert. He seemed more subdued than he was earlier. She still hadn't spoken, and Herbert said, "I realize my actions earlier today were unusual. I would like us to take this time to get to know one another."

She was quite surprised, as this didn't seem like the man she had dealings with earlier in the day. Before she could reply, a servant arrived to take their drink order. Eliza finished her glass of champagne and requested a martini. Herbert requested a double shot of whiskey with one ice cube. The servant nodded and went to make their drinks. Herbert looked Eliza up and down and smirked. He said, "the dress looks wonderful on you. Quite tempting."

He licked his fat lips and she felt the discomfort from earlier. Not wanting silence, she said, "thank you for the generosity of the new wardrobe; the pieces are quite beautiful."

"Only the best for you, my dear." He replied, with a little too familiar of an air for comfort.

The doors opened again. One servant came with the drinks on a silver tray. Then five more followed with rolling trays filled with food. Eliza's eyes widened when she realized that she would have to watch another gluttonous display. But she quickly fixed her expression, not wanting to offend the King. He noticed, and said almost teasingly, "you will get used to my appetite."

She didn't know how to react, so she stayed stoic. The large serving plates were placed in front of them both: a honey ham, a turkey, trays of vegetables, potatoes, and rice. It was enough food to probably satisfy the whole palace of people, but it was made for one man's extreme gluttony. Herbert immediately began to fill his plate. She sat and watched, not having much of an appetite. Once his plate was full, he said, "Go ahead, eat. I won't make you feed me this time."

She hesitantly scooped a small serving of food on her own plate. But she was not hungry, so she nibbled a little and concentrated on consuming her drink. Herbert had dived in at this point: huge forkfuls of food were stuffed into his mouth. She heard the familiar groan of pleasure as he ate and it did nothing to ease her anxiety. He noticed and tried to relieve her fear. "Nothing is expected of you tonight. I just want to get to know you."

She took another big sip of her drink and said, "what would you like to know?"

He replied, "anything. Your interests, your family, your life. Tell me how you ended up here."

She cleared her throat and said, "I saw the advertisement. Another servant needed for the King... you. I loved the idea of working at the palace, so that's why I'm here."

"And?" He asked.

"And... I saw the rate of pay and thought it was too good to pass up."

He burped, then as he refilled his plate, said comically, "Ah, so the money, then?"

She felt rude having brought it up, and said, "Well, not entirely..."

He grinned and said, "I'm just being playful, of course this job needed a high rate of pay. What I'm asking of you in this position isn't exactly a normal request."

She didn't want to agree with him, but he was right. He dove into his second plate of food, while she had still barely touched her plate. A servant entered to refill the drinks. She gulped down the last of the martini and requested a second. Herbert grunted with his mouth full and his glass held up. The servant knew this meant he wanted another as well.

Herbert continued to shovel food in his mouth. She watched him and her mind went to the portrait she had found earlier in the day. Normally she wouldn't have brought it up, but the liquor provided courage, so she said, "I was exploring the palace earlier... there was a hallway, well lit up by windows... I saw a portrait of you."

He put down his fork and said, "I figured you would have run into that. Goes to show that I wasn't always this obese."

He reached down and jiggled the fat of his belly which was squeezed into the suit jacket he wore, as if to emphasize his previous statement. Then he continued, "Us Leonhart's tend to gain quite a bit of weight... it just runs in the family. I'm sure you noticed that as well in the other portraits down that hallway."

She nodded, "I did. Which was why your portrait was so surprising. I had to read the plaque twice to verify that it was really you."

He chuckled, then began to refill his plate for the third time. The second round of drinks were brought in, and Eliza thanked the servant. Herbert just grunted in acknowledgement.

Hours passed. Plate after plate of food was consumed, with wet belches from deep within his fat body coming out every few minutes. The time passed quickly and was almost blurred by the drunkenness of them both.

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