#magickman

Never let her have guilt nor feel doubt about her ability to consume a second dessert. Make it easy, make it guilt free and relieve her of the burden of standing. Walking, no more cruel boundaries of physics. Objects not in motion gather more pleasure. Nest her in hobbies and remotes. Indulgence every request until she doesn’t know she asking for sweets, crackers, soda. Freedom from wasted energy. Let her keep every gram, every ounce of it. Make her expanded waistline hot. Poke her exposed fat before she eats. Get her stoned and put her favorite snacks in easy ready.

Don’t let her current size deny. She’s an ever growing person. Fat to obese. Thin to chubby. Curvy to rotund. Free her from fear of taking up space. Free her from a trim figure or need for fitness. Make it easy to eat herself fatter and fatter. Set her free from the fear of outgrowing chairs or getting too fat for booths. Let her figure spread out wide and free until it takes up every inch it wants, every inch it needs. Celebrate every set of her new freedom with food. Get her stoned make her cum until her desires are free. She can’t restrain them now. She looks at you with the ecstasy of someone set free from the burden of choice and petty restraint. Your her Id there with a treat, a cake, her favorite sandwich.

You free range her in public your fattened trophy wife. The eyes on her judging, mortified for her, the slight glint of jealousy. It all makes her wet because she now free from caring. The humiliation she’s always wanted but was too restrained to get is there. She can be fat in her tightest dress. Her tiny crop top or her mesh see through top. Her flesh is literally liberated as her clothes struggle to contain her. Bursting with beautiful flesh she realizes she’s surpassed needing to run. The need for complete mobility a thing she tastes the first bits of freedom from. She’s free from any fear or humiliation that would stop her. Being so completely fat, herself, she’s free. Nothing but an out of shape fat girl. Words like butterball and blimp start to be accurate.

Perhaps she hits that lovely point of no return as she starts to get truly rotund. Her belly starts to get in her way just walking or moving. Arm chairs aren’t an option. You watch her loose the fear of being that type of fat girl as she looses her figure to rotundity. You help her let go of that last bit blocking her true self. That burden of a somewhat intact figure to a totally gelatinous form. She’s got nothing in her way now because she has nothing to loose. Her self control drops as the scale goes up. How can you truly worry about being bigger when you’re already the fattest girl at every engagement. You’ve helped her see each humiliation is a freedom because it turns her own rids her of unneeded self control. She’s finally eating intuitively ravenously even as she now doesn’t have the burden of remembering a world without constant food, constant indulgence.

Finally you help her select a scooter make her true freedom more calm and easy. Why be embarrassed that’s so limiting the scooter will let her keep her freedom. The biggest freedom of them all as she admits the need and savors the 5-10 foot rule of never needing to traverse a larger range to get to her scooter. Without all this pesky limiting thoughts she can enjoy and lean back into what used to horrify her (secretly drew jealous) when fat girls went by in scooters or had immense waddles. She no longer has to wonder what it’s like to be that fat she is now and getting fatter.

You got a bit fat over your last vacation. Your last couple months of work were rough and you took to eating out and a bit of partying to cope. Your waistline spread a bit. Your girlfriend told you were just thick now so you ignored the effects of your new habits. A plan cruise trip with friends from college was your downfall. Your sweet girlfriend reminder you to “just enjoy yourself” when you told her you were feeling fat. She kissed you and fondled your lovehandles “I told you all that happens is your curves get curvier. You’re just my thick babe. You’ve earned some cutting loose!” Her grin of excitement escapes her a moment but you forget about it you need to pack.

Your college friends have gotten huge! They insist on hitting up the buffets partying and taking advantage of food being all inclusive on the cruise. Your tiny compared to them now even with your bit of weight and honestly they’re just fun so you really cut loose and remember your love of sweets and see food. You try to direct things to something other than food but you fail. Nearly everywhere on the ship seems to offer pizza, burgers, pasta, tacos, and desserts without measure. There’s next to no need to exercise and you can feel yourself melting and growing. Your tummy starts to hang over your two piece bathing suit and the top starts to dig into your back. Slipping back into your clothes is awkward though. Your belly seems to just keep sneaking free and your thighs barely fit your shorts. You are stuck with your skirts and dresses to feel comfortable. You can just feel your middle slowly push forward and your walk feels looser and heavier. You do your best to ignore it. The overindulgence seems to be your friends only goals on the trip. They’re already so fat you still feel tiny and honestly they don’t dress modestly at all to your shock. Your light wiggle as you walk isn’t as noticeable as their gelatinous wobble. Even as you start to outgrow your clothes a bit you feel like a twig next to them. You find yourself lapsing into a denial based on “well as long as I don’t take it as far as them I’ll be fine” mentality even as you get so close to keeping up with them. Even as you start to have to wear a loose blouse with pajama bottoms that stretch or your bikini or your loosest dress you tell yourself “I’m fine as long as I don’t get as fat as them” instead of stopping.

Getting home is shocking because you’re now basically a different shape you’ve put on so much weight. Like two weeks cruises are a danger when you were a bit snug in your clothes to begin with. Your tummy is just so awkwardly prominent and your hips and thighs are so fat and heavy. You can’t properly fit anything now and your tops are all crop tops or midriffs now. Your stomach is so round too and hangs a bit.

You don’t remember clearly when it started but you met her at the bar near your work. She was plump full hipped and ample with cute chunky cheeks that shown rosy through her pale make up. She’s slightly tan a meduim brown under that makeup which endeared you to her. She was never dressed normal despite the crowd. She started with sudden appearances with winks and sweet whispers you were hot or cute. Somehow you ended up making out in the bathroom. She asked to see your place and you gave in with a grateful yes.

She had an effect on you. You just eat if your around her. Your figure started out fit but thick. You were a former athlete and active but your belly was most happy about round and your rear insisted by holding on to fat and your hips and thighs. You worked hard to keep that at socially acceptable level. She asked for fast food but talked you into ordering twice as much by paying for you. She was ferocious in her eating but somehow you ended up more stuffed. Swollen belly she got you stoned as you made out and you ate more. You felt that old athlete but in shape voice be turned off. The first time she grabbed your bloated stuffed belly you nearly came. She was all fingers and tongue though and she made you cum until you nearly went deaf. The ringing subsided and you were already eating again, ice cream and whipped cream.

“We’ve got to fill every crack of you,” as she eased you into take whipped cream straight out of the can. “Fill all those cracks…”

It was the most exhilarating and humiliating experience as you subbed so hard you found parts of you that you ran from. Like some form of magic she got you to agree to things you’d never admit, true desires, and some too willing subspace you let a deep hunger out.

Your thighs swelled first as your tummy slowly rolled forward. You were aware and that inner gym bunny/good fatty tried to resist. She was so good at catching you off guard. So sexy hot when she did. How was she so quiet for being that big? Like magic she brought you cupcakes or muffins when you were hungry. You just stared eating if she was there. You were enchanted by her graze. Mindless eating and indulgence slow eating at once! She made you cum to every step of your growing weight. From tasty expansions of ass cheeks, to gropes of too fat belly rolls in public, to the sweetest compliments and with enthusiastic agreements to further growth teased from your mouth.

Your figure,your body, your mind aglow with a very feminine need to be obese overcame you as the size gap between you shrank. You slowly got used to being constantly full. She’d whisper about your cracks needing filling and you found yourself gleefully eating. A low grade arousal fueled your life now. You’re an eager fat girl now as you pass deeply into the low 200s. No one would guess you used to do sports as you clearly are now outgrown your clothes. Worst your not really aware of how to dress up to properly cover your now dominant belly. Your lovehandles and side fat and back fat escape your way too snug clothes. You realize all these years of calling yourself a fat girl or fat was truly social brainwashing. Now as you truly passed into obesity and rontundity you are truly being impacted by your weight.

The fatter you get the bigger your appetite is it seems. Tummy pouring forth from you the weight makes you more clumsy more sheepish more submissive by the pound. She is so outwardly kind for you asking you to sit and rest after the tiring trek to the buffet and brings you multiple plates but you know delightfully each step taken comes from an evil desire to fatten you up. She’s slowly directed every daily activity to have food involved. Your figure makes a clear move from chunky or chubby looking to fat and obese looking. Your body bends and shifts to support your massive belly as your lower back and ass shelf start to tap and touch as you waddle. You unconsciously rest your plump hands and arms on your tummy now. You waddle with a slight sway as your movements conform to the pendulous swing of your fat broad stomach.

You a wondrous dream of eating and growing fatter in complete submission to her and food. You wake from it from time to time still. When your old teammate from college mutely tried to ask if you were you. Getting too fat for the tiny booths at your favorite restaurant. Realizing you passed 300 some time ago. Realizing in a large elevator mirror you were now slightly larger than your goth girlfriend. You realize your out of breath walking too far, you accept assistance with everything so willingly and you are now just another fat girl at the buffet (in the top 2-3 for size at any given buffet outing now). Some part of you locked in some distant back closet of your mind bangs at that door begging you to stop. Honestly nothing makes you wetter than to eat another bite of pizza, grab another cupcake, eat another eclair, or ask for seconds/thirds/fourths. You see her eyes light up with the glee of an evil farmer seeing her prized sow dutifully eats more fattening slop. You eat until your crop top slides up higher she insists you dress more revealing and sexy the bigger you get.

The less active the faster you grow and you get less and less active with every pound. You barely can stand physically activity outside of eating, playing your video games and lovemaking. You pretty it’s annoying but really anything beyond a slow waddle across the house is getting challenging and honestly you’re too proud to admit it. She uses that last bit of denial to help you put on more weight. Honestly she’s slowly introduced the idea of a mobility scooter slowly and that glint in her eyes. You’re getting noticeable fatter than her now. Thirty, fifty pounds so and the difference in that elevator mirror makes your fat round cheeks blush. She’s programmed you so well you just get wet and eat more after. You’re a slave to obesity now with the slightest pet, light pinch or hidden grope of your fatty bits and rolls you turn hungry and horny.

Sometimes life is cruel when it lets someone stay in denial. I remember meeting you in college a bit of a thick to chunky girl. You got fat every winter just about. You never noticed though. You started out wide hipped, wide thighed and an impressive ass. Your waist refused to surrender but you had lovehandles and a tummy that showed in dresses. Your breasts clearly not small but the rest of you was just that bigger. Okay you were always chubby but slim enough your face staid thin and you could tell in your social media posts you liked to think you were thin. Punk hairstyles and multiple colors across the years but every spring you got active and slimmed downed to thicker only.

You kept your pretty face slim but even then you loved to eat. You came in my orbit and I slowly helped you relax. A tiny push, a kind treat, a loving grope of fatty bits and slow make outs in the dorm bathrooms or your place when your roommate left for long vacations to go home. Somehow we sort of manipulated each other. I acted like you were as thin as you felt and you asked for whatever you wanted. Food forbidden like our connection. Sex intermingled with eating while stoned or drunk or exhausted from school. You started to get fatter faster then.

Remember when you got too big for that sexy costume and you spent Halloween in a Velma themed dress and top that let your belly show? I recall your fat ass and thighs barely fit when you sat. You were so embarrassed but I fed you a whole bag of candy as we fucked like mad. You kept pretending because your face stayed slim. I took that comfort and kepted you well fed. You used to get that chunky look in your face but just barely each winter then you lost it. That year I was determined to get you fat faced before the holidays and I did! You had a weakness to dark chocolate and you were so voracious and horny when you got it. I watched you push passed that chunky stage to downright fat by the new year.

Your eyes were magic as you clearly couldn’t hide it. Those chunky cheeks, your new chin! You were so round faced now as you kept on putting on weight. The sudden realizations between tasty treats intoxicating. We hit our mid twenties as you were hit hardest by the loss of metabolism and your normal spring activities weren’t enough if you kept eating (which you did.) You really can’t stop though, you’re clearly more enamored with eating and lovemaking than exercise. That escaping sliver of Olive tummy skin now thick rolls with pinkish or white stretch marks. You honestly are helpless as you blow up more and more.

Look at you now! You’ve let yourself get so fat but you kept saying to yourself “well I’m not as fat as some of those really fat girls” as you look at your only “slightly” round face. You’re blowing up faster by the day with that attitude even though it’s true but really it’s the curse of a more slender face. You’ll eagerly hit beyond morbidly obese before it starts to truly look fat. You’re getting so big already. Can you imagine it? You’ll be 300 pounds before the thirties spread hits you. I’ve truly let that thinner face enable you eat yourself into a belly with legs. Your whole figure starts to surround your belly like your habits and lifestyle already are. Your snacking or eating meals with 2-3 desserts or treats a night.

First channel:

“Now Mz Mallow what have you brought us today?” The smiling anchor asked.

“Well I’m wearing the most fashionable button up to pop buttons on me sand I’m going to get really fat this summer,” a tubby blonde grinned. “I’m going to neglect my physical fitness and my boy friend will tend to my needs and exercise for me…”

2nd channel:

A row of fat people gobble up as many donuts as they can but one butterball stand out despite only being 320 she was out eating them by dunking her donuts into the provided whole milk.

“Oh Lisa in the lead using her patented dunk in whole milk technique!!! She’s in the lead! Lisa is on her way to being the fattest hog this year!”

The dark haired fat girl was voracious but she started to slow even as she gobbled up 2 donuts in a fistful she lagged. Her bloated tummy clinched by her waist band!

“Oh Lisa’s gamble of wearing a skirt with a belt and tighter waistband to enhance physique is backfiring!”

“That’s right Steve while the squished waistline followed by belt pop would score her extra points it’s rarely completed without complications.”

The fat dark haired girl grunts as she reached under her belly roll and undid her belt and her skirt’s top two buttons.

“Oh but there she goes! Dares to push forward by breaking her false limits!”

“Look at that gut breath! She’s got to be regretting this now.”

“But Daniels she clearly is fighting past the burn. If she can do this she’ll qualify for the ssbbw league soon!”

3rd Channel:

“Oh my god! Sabrina you didn’t?!?”

“Ohhhh! I’m so happy for you Sabrina!”

A squad of college girls in skimpy tight clothing. Each way too fat for their clothes with the chunkiest a plump blonde with a big belly likely high 200s maybe more. She’s in a

“Thanks guys I’m up 30 pounds and I’m eating for the two of us. I’m finally going to eat myself to severe obesity with the man of my dreams!”

“Like is Kevin really not letting you get up?”

“Oh yes, like I’m so out of shape and he only makes me exercise when he wants to humiliate me,” the plump blonde cooed. “He gave me the promise…”

“Wow! Wait did he give it to you? The promise ring?”

Sabrina holds up her chubby hand and on the ring finger of her right hand a golden 400 on a ring.

“He promised me 400, double my weight when we started dating!”

“You’re so lucky to find a guy who can handle a thin girl like you,” mouthed Joann, the girl hidden by the fat bodies herself not thin but not over 200.

Everyone knew she was jealous because everyone else was fat and pretty with even thinner Sabrina now grew into her fat at 25. Damn why couldn’t Joann’s metabolism slow like that?

“Don’t be a bitch Joann! You’re just jealous! Look at you you’re so sadly in shape!”

Sabrina put herself between the butterballs and the helpless merely curvy girl. Joann cried a bit it was so true but it hurt.

“Fuck off guys, hey Joann I’ve been there. Don’t let them get to you! I can see you’ll be a late bloomer but the 30 spread is so explosive!”

“Really?” Joann asked.

“It’s much more humiliating too,” winked one of her fatter ssbbw model type friend.

“Don’t get Jealous just eat harder!”

“We’ll help you! Sorry we got mean but we’re going to work as a team!”

Joann smiled as the fat girls surrounded her and primped and prodded her. One did makeup another pushed her in a lazy recliner and a third turned on her favorite trash reality TV.

“Wow! Thanks guys! I can feel my mind turning off and I’ve eaten way too many cupcakes for the last two minutes.”

“We’ll get you so out of shape you won’t recognize yourself come this summer!”

“Omigwad! Joann we aught to get you comically unrecognizably fat for summer!”

“Great idea Sabrina! I want to be humiliated at the pool this June so I spend the summer eating instead of getting out…”

“How do you think Sabrina did it?”

They all laugh.

“Oh guys it was actually my feeder force feeding me every night!”

“Oh Sabrina you can’t force the willing!”

They all laughed.

“It’s true he respects my boundaries and I get to be manhandled and he’s so good at ‘assisting’ me!”

“Oh if this works out we’ll finally get to have a summer where we’re final fat cows together!”

You’ve been with your boyfriend on and off in college as friends with benefits. Life let you both know you liked fat people but the feedism part came together after this. You were desperate to fatten him and he was a natural glutton. You got back in contact with him after his time in grad school gave him time again. You’ve been a chunky curvy girl and he loved that but at some point while excited after a party you started feeding him. The sex was transcendent and you two got him from a burly fat boy to a hog of a man. You put on some weight and accidentally got like visibly fatter, like not just extra curvy or thick but fat. You noticed he looked at you different with a glint in his eyes you’d never seen. He ate well so you thought it was that.

It crept up on you slow and kind. Your insecurities as the 30 spread turned into the late thirties extra spread. You developed a lower back issue and he got you a comfortable chair while you cooked for you. He insisted on letting you sit while he grabs your favorites at the couples night buffet you take him to. You notice the booths there seemed to be shrinking. You asked and your kindly admits he’s so big he had to scoot the table towards you. He does it with a distracting jiggle of his gut and your on fire between your thighs too much to notice how big they feel is not your imagination. When you notice space in the car making out or in the theatres or your couch he whispers an evil truth: “Look what you did to me.” You don’t realize what’s happening because at first your metabolism kept up like when you were in your twenties. That dreamy stuffed gut delirium sex finished with you rubbing your own bloated tummy that by morning is down to a chunky curvy girl scale. At this later time you can’t but your body’s last moments of metabolism abandons you after gifting you that 10 pound increase you get while keeping up with a fat boy in your 20s. You state at 10-15 mitre then boom that shoots toward 20-30. Your belly starts to not shrink back. Your middle starts to insist on staying just stuck out more and more.

Right when you realize it on his birthday after eating your favorite cookies as you cook more that he’s eaten now. He’s fattening you up! His real birthday wish is to fatten you up. You blush as he catches you discovering this and swoops in with a pinch of fat off your hip that’s slipped loose from your well beyond tight pajamas.

“Oh it’s cute you truly thought those were for me…look at you so programmed I’ve turned you into your own feeder,” he grins. “But truly you’ve earned it, what’s good for the hog is good for the sow?”

He pokes you nose up and you snort like you’ve made him snort. Your body quivers for joy as you eat several of the chocolate almond mess you love! Omg wait he made this recipe for you early on! How long has he been planning this? Why are you so happpppyy!?! The deep need as a fat girl to just cut loose eat and eat get fatter no matter whatever devour sweets or any food hits her interest.

Truly your a switch with more dom but something about going full submissive for a weekend or two hits you hard. He’s got a cruel multitudes of your favorites plus his so he eats while you eat until your trying and loosing that battle to keep up with him. Your figure gives out rapidly on these retreats. The rest of the week back to being a feeder and him the feedee but you can’t help up eat too, more and more. It’s just normalized now.