#manwiththemagicmind

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.

Shelia chewed away absent minded almost forgetting the gum was there. So orally fixated the curvy girl chewed like a silly cow her old girlfriend teased her. It was true, Sheila was a bit of an anxious girl so she got in the habit of chewing gum. The start was flat but savory? Her face contorted in thought a slight confused frown greeted her in the mirror of her room. She smiled as it turned to a definite tomato soup. My god it was good and weird because it’s real.

“Just like the movie, wow it’s great!” She cooed as she took off her work uniform. “Tomato soup! I can feel it going down my throat!”

She giggled because it was true!

“Weird,” she giggled as she looked at dresses. “Will it do everything?”

She blushed as she found that old dress themed blue with red highlights and a duscinct red belt included. She uncomfortably chewed harder the gulps of soup turned to chunk then fluffy but heavy mashed potatoes with gravy. She cooed harder into a slight moan. Oh God she felt herself get a bit wet.

“No don’t be weird,” she groaned as she stared herself down. “We can’t let that old childhood obsession to weird desires surface…”

Wait her friend Cynthia knows about that. Shelia slipped into that blue dress. Her fuller curves held a perfect shape in it. Her tummy seemed a bit bigger than back them (she swore it was smaller earlier in the evening.)

“God am I getting fat?”

She blushed and chewed harder cupping that belly between her hands. Such an odd sensation as she gulped down more potatoes as she buckled the belt trying to clinch her belly down.

“There I’m not giving up my waistline for a bit of gum,” she laughed as another gulp was needed. “Wait I feel…weird.”

She belched a juicy belch as the belt stifled her with its tightness. She winced and burped again as a beefy taste hit her.

“No…roast beef!” She moaned in barely hidden joy. “God is it real?!?”

Another burp more snuggness at her waist and hips. Her bottom form throbbed with creeping excitement despite or perhaps enhanced by her fear. Her panties gripped her as her bra became so much more noticeable as her chewing sped up the feeling of fullness was oddly pleasant as she became giddy as she burped louder as the gravy and roast beef poured into her. She turned red in the face as she watched herself burp louder as she caught herself in the mirror. Her figure clearly more pronounced her face slightly softer too. The slight belly was more closer to a gut then she’d like.

“Urp! I’ve got a potbelly!” She cried.

Her tone much more excited than she’d like as she was fully wet despite herself. She chewed like she was swimming to shore from a boat wreck as the tummy domed more. The cute red belt slip up her middle as lovehandles became fuller and that deeper bellybutton indent started to be way too clear as the blue dress went from snug to skin tight to mildly see through tight as her red panties and bra showed a bit as her ample chest seemed swelled with pleasure and nipples turned hard.

“No,” she whimpered as she turned chubby in the mirror with her bottom flared wide.

The dress seemed too short as the skirt tickled to her softened thighs passed her knees. Then to her mid thigh as she shivered with pleasure as the belt clinched as her expanded waist outpaced it sliding up her body. Sheila came a tiny bit at the sound of the belt creaking.

“I’m getting fat!” Sheila shrieked petting her bigger middle. “I’m too big for this belt already! My stomach, no!”

The chubby goth moaned in pleasure as a tart flavor snuck in her chewing went ballistic as it turned sweet dribbled in ice cream.

“Oh God not dessert! Not for real! I don’t actually want to be a blueberry!” She begged as her face turned blue a trickle of color from her nose to her slightly chubby cheeks.

It was a lie as she came again as the blue rapidly hit her chest then a crueler stronger orgasm as it hit her belly finished with a full begging for it to stop enormous orgasm as it hit her nethers.

“Help! Help! Someone please hear me! Help! Help! I can’t stop!”

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.

Watching you gobble up enchiladas. Gone before I look. Piled rice and beans. You’re begging for a stuffing, make you eat it all plus that dessert you begged for. I’m so sweet and kind…there you go dear,you can eat on up. Belly rubs when you’ve finished off the last enchilada, rice and beans. Scrape up the last bits on the chips and make you eat it. IM very kind and sweet whispering it’s okay to cry but not to stop eating. You’ll get endlesss belly rubs and I’ll hoist your stuffed gut free and you moan like you just came in relieve having it completely free. Too stupefied by heavy greasy food I’ll help you slowly eat each bit rubbing your belly until you crash. Not a waste gram as every ounce is converted to fat. So sweet you grow in your sleep. Softest angel you lay on your side to let your distended gut hangs stretched across the bed. You’re my pretty little piggy princess you snort if I raise your nose I’ve trained you so well. You coo at any tummy rub or your fat ass. You’re growing as your pet. What are you brewing, roll, love handle, new stretch marks? We will see my piggish angel your mystery of your flesh still to be discovered by us.

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.