My Fantasy Came True
My Fantasy Came True by Pamela B.
Hello everyone, my name is Pamela & I thought I’d write in to tell how my husband Mark made my fantasy come true. First, let me tell a little about myself. I just turned 24 years old on April 3rd. I have red hair, green eyes, am 5'8" and weigh 640 lbs. Mark and I have been married for 2 years, and it has been wonderful! He is a true FA and loves my big, fat body. Mark is 33 years old, and self employed. When we first started dating 5 years ago, I weighed 300 lbs. Since that time Mark has convinced me to do what I love doing best, and that’s eating. I am a true GLUTTON!!! I LIVE and LOVE to eat. Mark and I are also into force-feeding. I love to have gallons of cream or milkshakes or gravy poured into me through a funnel. To me, there is no better feeling than the feeling of being so STUFFED that I can hardly breathe. I love it when my belly is so full that it hurts. I love being fat, and want to get fatter.
So, now you know a little bit about me, let me tell you about the fantasy I have had for over a year. As I said, we are into force-feeding. I have always wanted to be fed by a skinny girl. In a bizarre way, I like it when people stare at me or I hear them laugh about how fat I am. So for the past year or so I have wanted to be stuffed by a skinny girl. Well, on my Birthday, Mark made my fantasy come true. He made a delicious lasagna for dinner, with meatballs and sausage. I ate like there was no tomorrow. Then, for dessert he had a big chocolate cake, which I washed down with at least a gallon of vanilla milkshakes. After all that I was feeling quite full, but assured Mark I could find room for another milkshake or two. So we headed into the bedroom. I got undressed, and laid down on the bed. Mark tied my wrists to the headboard (I know from past experiences that when Mark ties my wrists, he plans on stuffing me till I beg him to stop.) and then he stuck the funnel in me. He left the room to get the milkshakes, and when he came back he told me he had a surprise for me. In walks a blonde woman carrying a tray of milkshakes.
She looked at me and laughed and said to Mark that he was right, I was the fattest woman she had ever seen. To be perfectly honest, I was mortified! I know I said I like people’s negative comments and when they stare at me, but I always have clothes on then. I was laying on the bed like a beached whale. It was pretty embarrassing. The woman came over to me and told me her name was Diane and that Mark had told her of my fantasy. She said she was going to make it happen, and picked up a shake and began to pour. As she poured, she told me she had never seen anyone as fat as I was. When the first shake was done, she rubbed my belly and asked if I wanted more. I grunted an uh-huh and she started pouring the second, continuing to rub my belly. She even made the comment that even my toes are fat. By this point, any embarrassment I had was gone, taken over by excitement. Diane poured a third shake into me. My belly was FULL. When the third was done she asked if I wanted another. I felt like I was going to burst, but I said yes. I felt like I was going to explode as she poured. When the fourth was done, I was groaning and breathing heavy. But Diane picked up the last shake and said I wasn’t done yet. I couldn’t imagine holding anymore. I was STUFFED!!! But she started pouring. I started to scream, and then cry. I had never felt so helpless before. I must admit though, Diane was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. When she finished, she told me how fat I was, and that I was lucky that she ran out of shakes. I do believe she would have poured another in me without thinking. She stayed and rubbed my belly as I moaned that I was going to burst. After rubbing me for awhile Diane got up to leave, but before she left she leaned over and whispered in my ear, that next time there would be more.
Mark videotaped the whole thing, and we’ve watched it several times. But, you know, I just can’t help wondering when the next time will be.