Бесплатный фрагмент - Adapting Bad Habits: Stuffing my Feedie Girlfriend

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Lizzie burped. It was night already, and she ate two pieces of chocolate cake, now exhausted and rubbing her swollen belly. Her boyfriend, Mike, suggested a fun idea yesterday. She always knew that there was something off with him, in a sexy way. The way he always eyed her growing ass, reaching to grab and fondle its cellulite plumpness. How he lovingly petted and massaged her belly, yet hours later he wanted to have a serious talk with her. The girl could never guess that something was wrong, but the problem existed. Lizzie exhaled with ease when she learned that it was about her being too skinny for Mike’s taste.

She was never a skinny girl, but she also never leaned on the bigger side. But now, she was shocked to learn that their dead bedroom was only about her not having love handles!

‘‘Oh, so that means I get to eat anything I want, and you would fuck me harder? Where do I sign?’’ the girl asked yesterday, by the end of their discussion.

‘‘You can absolutely eat anything you want! You just need to eat more. Much more…‘’ Mike said, imagining the scenes of his girlfriend eating ‘much more.’

‘‘I’ll try to, Mikey…‘’ she snuck under his arm, cozily snuggling with Mike. She loved him, and she was sure that he had the same feeling towards her. Yet, the last three months their sex life deteriorated, and since it was so easy to fix that, Lizzie would do her best.

‘‘Shall we begin?’’ Mike smiled.

‘‘Yep,’’ the girl was enthusiastic.

‘‘I think we’ll need to grocery shop more consistently from now on; the only calorie bomb we’ve got is two buckets of ice cream and one pizza… That would do for today,’’ Mike said seriously. He grabbed a pizza box out of the fridge and sat near Lizzie.

They were sitting on the sofa, in front of the TV, that played random comedy.

‘‘Hmmm…‘’ he looked at the TV, ‘‘I think it would be much easier if you would develop some habits…‘’ he scratched his chin.

‘‘Oh? What do you mean by that?’’

‘‘You see, there are good and bad habits. If you would eat in silence, people would call it a good habit, but if you would eat in front of the TV, people would call it a bad habit. Why so? Because it makes you gain weight! Stealthily, sort of, but it works wonders for growing.’’ his tone was as serious as if he was lecturing her on molecular biology.

‘‘Really?’’

‘‘Yes.’’

‘‘That’s what you want me to do? Develop bad habits?’’ Lizzie asked curiously.

‘‘Yeah, we would train you for bad, from a dieting perspective, habits, and you would gain sooo much!’’ he exclaimed, eyes full of lust, while he was looking at her average, curvy body dreamily.

‘‘So… What should I do?’’

‘‘Eyes on the TV, focus on it and nothing else. I would feed you, and you would chew mindlessly, paying attention to the food. That way, you would eat a lot and stretch your stomach as much as possible and would still be craving for more.’’

‘‘Oh, okay,’’ she said, concentrating on the movie before her. It was easygoing and interesting, the bright colors of the picture catching her attention right away.

Mike took a slice of pizza in his hand, watching the frozen grease on it shine under the lamp. He put it near Lizzie’s mouth, and she opened it obediently. A pizza’s end now was on her lips, being moved further into her mouth. She took a bite; after a couple of seconds of chewing, she was open for another. The girl moved her lips dumbly; the pie was so tasty and addictive. After less than a couple of minutes, the pizza box was empty.

Wow, Mike is so smart; I already ate so much and don’t feel like it!

When her boyfriend stopped feeding her, she looked at him for a second. Lizzie saw him opening an ice cream and turned her eyes to the comedy. She couldn’t grab what was going on the screen. To be honest, the taste of food was so distracting, and she was ashamed of it, but she found herself aroused.

Damn, are my panties really wet just from Mikey pushing food in my mouth! Haha, what a pervert I am!

A spoon was near her lips, full of frozen cream with a strawberry flavor. Impatiently, Lizzie sucked it clean when it entered her mouth.

‘‘Good girl,’’ Mike petted her head, giving her a reward for eating. Another bad habit for my future fattie.

The milky texture in her mouth melted, making her moan a bit, just from the silky taste of it. Lizzie giggled, still focusing on the TV, as her boyfriend wanted to. She didn’t notice as the spoon after spoon disposed of the ice cream into her mouth, meekly swallowing it all down. The girl felt her tummy feeling heavier, yet the movie distracted her nice and good, while head pats from Mike motivated her to keep eating.

The strawberry ice cream ended; now Mike was feeding her the cookie dough flavored one. She was too dumbed down by the TV to pay attention to that; she was swallowing it down brainlessly and licking her lips greedily.

Mike’s hand reached to her belly; he was massaging it gently, seeing how round it got, feeling it expand with each bite. Helping it to make more room for fat to digest better. It was soft and warm, grumbling loudly.

‘‘You like it, baby?’’ he asked.

‘‘Ughhh…‘’ Lizzie burped, ‘‘Yeah.’’

The man felt his dick twitch from the view. Lizzie was sucking on the spoon, not letting a gram of ice cream get away. Her eyes were locked on the TV screen, not paying any attention to its contents. She opened her mouth automatically, waiting to be fed, dumbly smiling from the sensations in her belly.

First time and such a good result, Mike thought, petting his bulge.

‘‘More..?’’ Lizzie turned her head, looking at him.

‘‘Oh, still hungry, my little piggy? I’ll get you some bubbly soda to stretch you further,’’ he rushed into the kitched to grab a 2L bottle, with it’s full-sugar contents.

‘‘Here you go, baby,’’ he opened the bottle with a wet, loud hiss, immediately putting it near Lizzie’s lips. She impatiently pouted them, eagerly sucking the sweet liquid pouring into her mouth. Her tummy felt so uncomfortably full yet so good.

The girl downed all the soda, letting a loud burp escape her sticky lips.

‘‘Uhhh… So full,’’ she put her palm on Mike’s, furthering the pressure on her stomach. She let out another burp, longer and nicer.

His hands were fondling her belly, like a dough, imagining how big it would get. They’ve got a fundament; now it’s time to build. Mike was sure that all new habits would help him to fatten Lizzie to the brim. How plump she would get… Tomorrow morning I should do a snack haul. A big one for a big future.

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It was morning already. Lizzie was still sleeping, and Mike was laying awake in the bed, wathing her breath steadily and her belly jiggling from it. If he had bad self-control, his hands would be over her belly already, playing with it and shaking the swollen ball it was. The man decided not to wake her up, letting the food be digested and fat put into the right places.

He was in the store. It was early, and there were no people around. Mike grabbed the cart and went straight into the candy section. Shelves were full and bright, luring consumers into the sweet trap. He made sure to take the most calorie-dense packages, full of high fructose corn syrup. Special fattening potion, he smiled to himself. He also grabbed a pack of cookies and three chocolate bars.

Now, I need some savory snacks… He was eyeing chips, looking for the ones with addictives. Gotta have some artificial flavors and sweeteners… Who puts sweeteners in chips? But if it works, it works. He grabbed barbeque-flavored ones and a bit of nachos. Nachos wasn’t fat enough, but he made sure to grab a handful of cheese sauces. That’s better.

In the frozen food section, he couldn’t forget to refill their ice cream and pizza stock, also grabbing some burritos and pot stickers. Hmmm… Not that much for the result I aim for… Should visit the Donald’s on my way home.

Mike was in the fast food store, looking at their menu. He decided to grab three double patty burgers, two boxes of wings, one box of chicken nuggets, and, of course, lots of sauce. Two chocolate milkshakes. That would do for Lizzie’s breakfast.

He paid for the food, got the brown bag, and was on the way home.

The drive was short enough, and he found his girlfriend still sleeping.

‘‘I know what will wake you up,’’ he whispered.

The Donald’s burgers were still hot and smelling wonderful. The man took one of the bags, unwrapped the paper, and put one near the girl’s nose.

In the first seconds, nothing happened. After a minute, Lizzie shifted into the bed and lazily opened her eyes.

‘‘Mikey,’’ a loud sniff, ‘‘good morning…‘’ she grumbled.

‘‘Good morning, sweetheart, I’ve got something for ya,’’ he said, pushing the burger near her lips.

‘‘Oooh, breakfast in bed,’’ she smiled widely and took a bite. Immediately, followed by a loud gulp, she took another bite, ‘‘I’ve got kinda hungry in my sleep…’’

‘‘Nice dreams?’’

‘‘Yep…‘’ another bite, ‘‘I had a dream that I was eating pizza…’’

‘‘That’s perfect, baby! Anything else?’’

“Oh, and the whole pan of brownies… I’ve got so full…‘’ she was eating the third burger.

‘‘Good,’’ he said, putting the milkshake’s straw in her lips. Lizzie sucked steadily, closing her eyes in bliss.

‘‘So, another bad habit I was thinking about,’’ he put a cookie in her mouth, ‘‘associating food with pleasure…’’

‘‘Uh?’’ she didn’t look at him, paying attention to the sweets.