A Private Little Feast
Chapter 1

Helen put food in my mouth with a regular rhythm, pausing occasionally to allow me to sip some wine or to discuss something with her. All the while, she encouraged me to eat and told me that this was

What a glorious day it had been – sunny, warm and a chance meeting with my wife that resulting in lunch – my second that day – and then a promise of being fed a feast that night.I went home after Helen and I parted, feeling full from the all the good food I had enjoyed and looking forward to sampling the chocolate cake she had given me. The cake sat upon the seat next to me as I drove home and my focus kept turning to the delicious contents of the package. No sooner than I got home, then a quarter of the cake disappeared and after a cup to tea, another quarter of the cake disappeared. It tasted so good and rubbed my full belly with satisfaction. One of my favourite things of gaining was filling myself as much as I could and then enjoying the satisfying sensation of being stuffed. It was wonderful - little did I know of what was coming...Helen then called to say she would be bringing dinner home and suggested I enjoy a hot bath beforehand. She chided me about how much I had eaten and that I had better be ready for yet another stuffing. Hmm, that sounded so exciting! Helen wanted me out of the way so I didn't see all the prepared food she had bought. So into the tub I jumped and soaked for over an hour. The water felt good and I kept pouring handfuls over my belly; in a way it was like I was basting myself. My huge belly protruded in front of me and I reflected upon the fact that it had been some time since I had been able to directly see my private parts. The hot water was relaxing and as I rested, my mind turned to the coming feast and all the lovely food that would be given to me. Helen’s call prompted me to get out of the tub, which took a bit of effort. I dried, dressed and was soon on my way.Once downstairs, I found Helen arranging some food on a platter; given the portions I normally ate, we had long dispensed with my using a regular plate. She bid me to sit on the love seat and to get comfortable. Once seated, she handed me a glass of wine and then explained that she was offering a variety of foods this evening, including beef, chicken, pork and all the trimmings. My job was to sit back, relax and eat. Helen smiled at me and told me to be ready for a grand feast.The first dish was chicken. She put the platter on a table by me and then began cutting the meat into pieces. I could see rice and vegetables there as well. Helen put some chicken on the fork, raised to my mouth and so began one of the most incredible evenings I ever had. Helen put food in my mouth with a regular rhythm, pausing occasionally to allow me to sip some wine or to discuss something with her. All the while, she encouraged me to eat and told me that this was just the beginning.The first platter cleared, she then prepared a second – this with a goulash and mountains of mashed potatoes. My stomach was filling nicely and my belly began to bulge even more. I could see Helen was excite as I and her talk turned more to how she wanted to fatten me more, to get me even larger and then show me off. She told me how she loved looking at my massive belly; it aroused her, particularly as I now had to rest it on her back when taking her from behind. She also liked seeing the reactions of our friends as they noted my increasing weight. The food kept coming and as I was getting full. The day’s eating was catching up with me, but Helen continued spooning the food into my mouth, talking of how much she liked my being so fat; she was cheering me on and that inspired me to continue. Sometimes she would chide me for being so fat, for eating so much, for being such a pig. Other times, she would rub my belly and describe how much she loved my massive proportions. She was my angel and devil rolled into one.The feast continued for hours – I thought I would burst, but naturally didn’t. By the sixth platter, it was getting difficult. By then, Helen was massaging my belly, coaxing me to eat more. Her hands were buried in my flesh, making her giggle. Twice she asked me to stand up so she could see my distended belly. She ran her fingers along my large double chin, down my belly and then moved around me.After a short break, she sat me down again and then offered dessert. I wanted to break longer, but she would not let me. She brought a cake out and slowly pushed pieces into my mouth – my belly hurt, but her words made me continue. She worked diligently squeezing each piece in.When we were done, I was fuller than I had ever been and Helen was tired. She told me that she had a fun time and wanted to do this again. I slowly got up, now wobbling as my belly fell before me. I had never been this full in my life and although it hurt, it was exciting too. I took off my shirt and Helen giggled with joy. She rubbed her hands all over my belly, which made it fell better.We then went upstairss and within a short time, we were both sleeping in bed.A couple of days later, I ran into Helen downtown again. I had just purchased a new and larger pair of pants and she was going to lunch with her friend Barb. I hadn’t seen Barb in some weeks and I could tell by her expression that I must have gotten quite a bit bigger. As we talked, Helen rubbed my belly, telling Barb how much she loved her fat man. Barb smiled at me. What I didn’t know was that Helen had shared our secret of my weight gain and her joy of stuffing me with Barb and that Barb shared similar fantasies about men; indeed Helen had already invited Barb to my next “stuffing.” For now, I smiled ignorantly at the two of them, not realizing their smiles hid their plans to stuff me even more than last time. For now, as I turned to leave, Barb said “looking good there!” and patted my fat ass. Helen winked and off the two of them went for lunch and to plan my next stuffing. But I will have to share that with you later.