Words to Eat By

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror at work as you’re returning from lunch. Damn, you’ve gotten fat. When did you start looking this hefty? When did your face start looking so round? You suck in your gut a little, turning to the side. Still huge. Pants are really digging into your stomach too lately. Especially after that lunch you had. You wound up going to two places because y...

Ah, Thanksgiving. You’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, I know. The way your eyes light up when you talk about your mother’s pumpkin pie, my fluffy mashed potatoes, the smoked turkey your brother does so well each year. The way you absently rub your stomach as you list out the other side dishes and desserts you’re looking forward to. I know you will be disappointed if a single one fails to...

Two bodies are curled up on a king sized mattress. His body takes up the majority of the bed, and his lover drapes over him, enjoying afterglow, her head resting on his chest. She starts massaging and playing with his stomach, adoring all the overhang. “You remind me of a cute chubby emperor penguin.” She squeals in childish delight. He pats his hand on her head chuckling at her cuteness, “How so,...

This road trip has been a lot of fun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be so gluttonous. I knew that diner for breakfast was a good idea. A big plate of eggs and bacon and then that stack of pancakes…my god, it must have been a foot high off the plate! How did you find room for all that? I’m even more shocked that you managed to drive the first hundred miles. Normally if I feed you a breakfast lik...

Ok, so, I’ll admit, maybe the gym wasn’t such a good idea. I really didn’t think it would end this badly or I wouldn’t have dragged you along. It’s just been so long since you’ve had any exercise, and ever since that warning you got from the doctor I’ve been a bit worried about your health. We should have started a little lighter. It didn’t occur to me that you haven’t even walked further than the...

The plates have stacked up at our table, because she has waved away the waitstaff whenever they attempt to clear them away. She coaxes me to eat one more bite, and just one more bite, and then another, all the way until I reach the point of raw pain from eating so much. I have exceeded my previous plate count record, and I’m feeling every bite of it sitting like lead in my belly. She discreetly po...

There is an empty pie tin on the table in front of you. Judging from the guilty look you give me and the smear of pie filling at the corner of your mouth, you’re the sole culprit responsible for the consumption of the pie. My suspicion is confirmed a moment later when you tell me, “I didn’t mean to eat the whole thing. I just couldn’t stop.” Your jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, the open sides f...

Are you sure you can eat this, baby? You can tell me if you want to stop. You don’t have to keep going just for me. I know you want to make me happy, but you’ve already done such a good job of that today, and I don’t want to make you sick. You’re sure? Ok, open wide, babe…mmm, that’s it! I love it when you eat for me! You sure do love these cupcakes I made for you. I never thought you’d eat so man...

You take a break from your dinner to survey your vastness in the mirror. You think you did well this month. You can hardly wait until your monthly weigh-in. It’s only a week away. Will you meet the goal? You’re sure you will. It was only five pounds this month. Your feeder has pushed you harder before. You will probably exceed the goal. The question is by how much. It’s amazing how just five pound...

Give up yet? I can tell from the way you’re having trouble breathing that you’re more than full. Are you sure you want to keep going? Ok then, you’re the boss, open wide. This week has been a big challenge for you, hasn’t it? For both of us really, I guess. My feet are killing me from all the cooking and back and forth to the kitchen.  It’s crazy that you managed to hit every goal this week. I nev...

You are trying to be disciplined because of how snug your jeans are fitting and how your belt buckle is digging into your belly lately. You know you’ve put on a little weight, and you’re thinking you really gotta take it easy, try to lay off the sweets and slim back down a little. You barely eat during the day, sticking to some fruits and veggies, maybe a little tuna for protein. That even works f...

(Sigh) it’s so nice to get into bed after a long day like this, especially when I can snuggle up to my big snorlax. Come here, let me squeeze you. Oh, sorry, is that uncomfortable? You’re too full again, aren’t you? I’ll be gentle on your belly, don’t worry. It’s just hard not to squish it when we hug now, it’s much bigger than when we first met. Is it aching? Let me rub it better. Gosh, it feels...

You wake up in the morning feeling ravenous. It’s a bit ridiculous to feel so hungry right now, you think, considering that last night I coaxed you into stuffing yourself until it hurt. Your stomach still feels bloated and heavy this morning—yet all you can think is you want EVERYTHING for breakfast. You glance over at me, one hand idly fondling your growing belly roll. You feel no sign of the abs...

I know you’re feeling really full right now and you’re ready to quit, but I’m not ready for you to quit yet. You aren’t stuffed enough for me. I know it’s hard, but I need to know you’ve eaten until you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. I need to know your belly is the heaviest and tightest it’s ever been. And you need to know it too. You yearn to be achingly full. Being so full gets your dick t...

The shirt won’t button. It’s the tight shirt, your smallest one, the first one you noticed getting tight when the weight started creeping on. And now it won’t button at all. I splay my hand over the curve of your softening belly. “I need you to suck this in,” I tell you, pressing gently. Obediently, you do. I manage to do up one button and struggle with the next. I used to be able to help you do u...

You’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide if the shirt you’ve picked out is too tight or not. I come up beside you and slip one arm around your waist and settle my other hand on your—no, our—belly. “I might’ve put on a few lately,” you say, giving it a rueful pat. “Do you think this still fits?” Truthfully, it is borderline, and you could probably get away with it if you kept your g...

What’s going on? I heard you struggling. Are you…(laughs) oh, I see, can’t get your jeans on, huh? You’re all red faced and sweaty. Take it easy or you’re going to hurt yourself. Here, let me help you. Stand there, I’ll reach around from behind and…oh, wow, I can barely fit my arms around you now. I guess all my home cooking is having an effect on you.  Wait, aren’t these jeans the new ones we got...

A little more… a little more, that’s it, you’re so close. Just a few more mouthfuls baby, come on, you can do this. I know it hurts but you’re nearly there. Just look at your belly now, gosh, it’s gotten so swollen! I can’t believe how much bigger you look now than you did this morning. I’m so proud of you, you ate almost non stop today. There was the bacon and pancakes I made you for breakfast, t...