Fetish tammi txt part2
by Fetish Review Blog seam. The change in her was amazing, the once small waist now sported a pot
belly. And the once trim hips now caused the dress to ride up so high that
the hem was so short that the bottom of her newly rounded but peeked out from
the bottom. Her muscled thighs had grown round and jiggled slightly when she
walked. She had trimmed the dress with false white fur and acted like Ms.Claus.
“Come on, lover it is time for your surprise,”she purred. I followed her to
the bathroom, dazzled by the sway her slightly padded hips caused. Smiling
she stepped on the scale, and it came to rest on the number 161. “I guess I
over shot my twenty pounds” She then giggled and walked toward the front room.
The table was loaded with food and she began to pig out. She stuffed herself
with spaghetti, lasange, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. I was
going nuts watching my formerly skinny beauty stuffing her self. After her
third helping of potatoes she sighed contentedly, causing both sides of her
dress to give way. “Oops, I guess I have out grown this dress,” she cooed
sexily.
Then the bottom dropped out. The day after Christmas Tammi started
calling Weight Watchers and digging out her diet books. I must have shown how
broken hearted I was because she reminded me of her resolution. Then work
temporarily relocated me for three months. The day I left Tammi had some new
clothes to model for me. It was an exercise outfit consisting of a pair of
loose fitting black jogging shorts and a top that covered her large boobs and
half way down her tummy. “It took a while to find the shorts, I like them
loose when I work out. But before long I hope to be in my old aerobics outfits,
she said showing off the nicest figure I had seen in awhile, soon to dwindle
to a skinny little thing.
During the next few days Tammi told me all about her diet, then I asked
her not to talk about it. We still called every day or so. And I resolved to
go through life in love with a thin woman. I just guessed that the last few
months were all the real happiness that I would ever get. But the Tammi in my
fevered wet dreams was still a bulging behemoth.
The company told me that I could return to my old job on the first week
of April. I called Tammi and told her. “Great honey, I’ll clear the weekend
before that. I’ve missed you so much, I almost went crazy. I’m so horny, I
could hump you to death.”, she said.
But even that didn’t help my mood. I slowly packed the next day and
mournfully boarded the plane for the four hour flight back home. During the
flight I had a dream where I got off the plane to find Tammi standing there
with a newly developed boyish figure. What a nightmare!!
I called home as soon as I touched down, and found out that Tammi had
some things that had to be done. Therefore she couldn’t come and get me. So
I called a cab and went to the office to settle all of my affairs there
before going home. Bowing to the inevitable I called Tammi and told her I
was on my way home. During the twenty minute drive to the apartment I
dreaded having to tell Tammi that her new smaller figure was great.
I paid the cab drive and climbed the stairs, I never used the elevator
for the three flights of stairs. On the way up I wondered how many times
that Tammi had ran these stairs in the search of a tiny waistline since I had
left. I unlocked the door and stepped in. I looked up and my jaw hit the
floor!!
There Tammi stood in her black jogging shorts and workout top. But
instead of hanging on her like I thought they would be they were stretched to
the limits trying to contain the bulging body within. She was wearing the
same skyscraper heels that she had on our first date, but the legs that were
above them were several sizes larger. Her chubby thighs seemed to burst from
the confines of the extraordinarily tight shorts. Her tummy spilled from over
the waistband of her shorts, several inches of “love-handles” overflowed the
top of her girdle-like shorts. The top was straining at the buttons, each one
was the apex of a diamond of flesh peeking through the straining fabric. Her
cleavage was billowing out the top of her blouse. A real double chin had
developed and her smile caused her dimples to be very prominent. Her face had
filled out and was almost round. Her eyes had a teasing gleam in them as she
lifted her now pudgy arms above her head and struck a porn-like pose.
“Like what you see,lover?” she asked coyly.
My voice was still gone so she began to model her new bod for me.
“Yes, sir baby, 212 pounds of jiggling flesh just for you. I bet you never
expected to find a 46-32-49 inched bombshell waiting for you. After you left
I really tried to diet, I really did. But after months of gorging myself I
found it almost impossible to resist all of those pastries calling to me in
the middle of the night. But I held on. Then after my second aerobics
workout the instructor came over and suggested that I try some other exercise
program. She told me that I was just too fat to do the workout. The scrawny
bitch!! That night I came home and looked through our BUF collection and
made up my mind to change resolution. My new resolution is to become as fat
as possible.”
I had to shake myself to make sure that I wasn’t still sleeping on the
plane. I followed Tammi as she walked into the living room. Her ass had
gotten so big that most of it hung out the sides of her shorts, even though
she tried to cover them up every few steps. I reached out for her, she spun
away from me. “If you can catch me you can fuck me,” she said in a taunting
manner. The chase was on, around the house I chased her. Due to all of the
added weight she was slowed considerably, but I slowed down just to watch her
butt and thighs jiggle. After about the second lap of the apartment I caught
her, she was huffing and puffing. “To think I used to run four miles every
day before breakfast.” she panted.
I kissed her several times before she pulled away. “Later, babe. But
first the second part of my little surprise.” With that she lead me to the
bedroom. On the bed was a feast, and at the foot of the bed was an easy chair.
Tammi seated me in the chair and then lay down on the bed surrounding herself
with food. The gorging began, Tammi ate and ate and after two hours was still
eating. The jogging shorts gave up the ghost after about an hour, with the
last of the blouse buttons going several minutes later. Later that night our
sex was wonderful. The extra weight that Tammi had added was the most
satisfying present that I had been given in years.
Tammi’s life became an endless series of binges. Food became an glorious
obsession for her. The former gluttous binges became like appetizers for her.
Soon none of the clothes that she had bought fit. She was rapidly becoming a
massive momma. The real turn on was the change in her attitude, instead of
worrying about her size she was striving to become bigger. In fact, she had
clipped pictures of the largest models from BUF and now they were pasted on
the ‘frige, and on all of the mirrors in the house. And my old lover’s
…End of the part2. To be continued..