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Archive-name: Fetish/tammi.txt

Archive-author: Bruce Powell

Archive-title: Tammi

     When I first met Tammi she was a tall slender girl of 23.  Her long

blonde hair and big blue eyes were devastating.  She was a friend of my bosses

wife and we met at a party.  She was a bit distant, so she wasn't really

swamped by male companionship.  As I learned she wasn't ready to just jump

into bed with any Tom, Dick, or Harry.  With the bosses friends, no wonder she

was treated like Typhoid Mary.  I asked her to dance and just made polite

conversation.  By the end of the night she had agreed to go out with me on the

following weekend.

     The next Saturday I picked Tammi up at her apartment.  It was in a large

apartment complex about fifteen minutes from my place.  I was surprised not to

see a room-mate's name on the mailbox when I rang.  These places weren't cheap.

She rang the buzzer that allowed me into the complex, and I went up to her room.

     The door was unlocked and she called out for me to let myself in.  She

called out from the back room that she would be right out, and to make myself

comfortable.  I sat down on the couch and glanced over the magazines on the

table.  When Tammi walked out of the bedroom I was speechless.  She was

wearing a snug red knit dress that hugged her body, showing off her large bust

and slender waist.  She had on skyscraper spiked heels that boosted her 5'11"

up to match my 6'4".  She smiled at my stammered compliments.

     The night was a complete success.  By the time I dropped back off at her

apartment we had made a date for the next Saturday.  This went on for several

weeks as a completely platonic relationship.  We went to the theater, the

movies, a concert, and out to dinner.  I found out that she had just been

dropped by a long time boyfriend and that is why she was so cool to the bosses

buddies.  I also found that she didn't seem to have any kind of job, yet she

was never broke.

     After about a month of going out together Tammi asked me up for some

coffee after a date.  The relationship was never platonic again.  We had

become lovers.  I found that during sex I  fantasized about Tammi as a fatty.

But I never told her of my real tastes in women.

     After about a month of seeing each other as lovers we decided to move in

together.  I told her she could move in with me, but she said it would be

better for me to move in with her.  It seems that her family owned the

complex that she lived in and she acted as the manager.  I wondered why she

didn't seem to have a job.  So I moved in.  Since my change in domiciles

seemed to indicate a definite change in the status of our relationship I

decided to tell Tammi about my perchance for fat girls. In fact I showed her

a pair of panties from the largest girl I had ever made it with.  She weighed

453 pounds and was 5'10" tall.  Tammi was slightly taken aback by the shear

size of the panties.

     My revelation didn't seem to faze her.  She said that I seem OK in every

other way.  So the relationship continued as it had for the past few months.

The only thing that I found was that I fantasized about Tammi as a fatty more

and more.

     Then one night after a particularly hard day at work I came home to find

Tammi in a very horny state.  I begged fatigue, but she had other plans.  She

lead me to the bedroom, where I collapsed on the bed.

      "Oh no," she said."This will never do.  What can we do about this? What

would make you very horny? Lets see...Hm. I know, if I gained, oh say about

fifty pounds, I bet you couldn't keep your hands off me." She giggled and

began to stroke me.

     "I can see me now.  I am really fat, my belly is bulging over my pants

and I really have a set of huge love handles. My face has begun to get round

and I have the start of a double chin.  Oh, yeah, my boobs are really getting

huge they are starting to overflow my bras..."  Needless to say after all

that I couldn't let her down.

     It was several weeks later in early September that Tammi looked right in

my eyes and asked if I would like her to gain some weight.  She told me that

at first she thought that my preference was weird.  But after knowing me for

a while she saw that I was really all right.  Of course, I said that I would

love it.  Tammi said that since summer was almost over and the cold weather

would hide most of her overeating, she would consent to gaining about twenty

or so pounds.  But she was adamant about losing the weight before next summer,

so she could wear her bikinis.

     At first the new diet was a strain on her, Tammi said that gaining weight

was more work that going to all of her aerobics class.  But soon, she settled

down into a routine.  She would get up around nine in the morning and have a

large breakfast, with plenty of pastries.  Then she would move into the living

room where she would watch TV and eat junk food until around eleven.  The she

would eat a huge lunch and usually take a nap until around three.  She would

get up and have a snack of cookies, or pie  and get ready for dinner.

     By the middle part of October none of her clothes fit her.  She had some

clothing that had been baggy in September, that was beginning to fill out. 

Tammi often remarked about how fat she was getting, I made encouraging sounds,

but in my mind I still fantasized about her gaining a massive amount of weight.

     On the 16th of October BUF magazine came to my door. Tammi had subscribed

for me!  We spent the night looking over the models in the magazine and having

sex.  That night was a eye-opening experience for Tammi.

     On Halloween Tammi bought a huge amount of candy "for the kids".  But as

the night wore on a significant portion of it was going into her.  At

nine o'clock she turned off the outside lights and moved into the bedroom. She

took with her a pound of chocolate, in less that an hour it was gone and she

had a bulging belly.  As I kissed her the chocolate taste was very exciting. 

The next morning Tammi announced that she would continue the binge until New

Year's Eve.  And she announced that her New Year's resolution was to fit back

into her smallest bikini.

     Her stint of gluttony went on into December.  She refused to let me weigh

her even though she know what a turn on it would be for me.  She began to look

at herself in the mirror more, standing sideways critically examining herself.

She asked me if I really loved her like this, to which I responded with an

enthusiastic YES.  Her baggy clothes were becoming tight on her, so when she

went out to the store she all ways wore a bulky coat.  But in the apartment

she would often show off how big she had become. And on Christmas Eve she

stuffed herself into the same red knit dress she wore the first night we went

out. It took her almost fifteen minutes to get into it without splitting a

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


     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


     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

panties and risen from out of the closet and now hung on the bedroom wall

with the caption, "Are you woman enough???"

     One night I came home to find Tammi standing in the doorway, waiting for

me.  She was wearing a slightly tight dress that caressed her now large waist

and hips. She had set a goal to weigh 300 pounds by Labor Day.  Because this

was a labor of love.  After a large meal she cleared away the dishes.  I

followed her into the kitchen.  It was then that I noticed the bakery boxes.

Looking in side of them I found three dozen pastries.  "What are you going

to do with this?", I asked her, fully knowing the answer.

     "I was thinking of letting you feed them to me in bed tonight.", she

said with a knowing smile. I put my arms around my growing lover and consented

to stuff her until she popped. We then set up the bedroom as the 

site of her

enforced gluttony. She sat down on the bed as I brought in the boxes of


     "Feed me till I bust, baby", she said and I tried to follow her wishes.

For the next few hours I stuffed her full of gooey, cream filled, chocolate

covered, and calorie packed junk food.  After she had finished the first

dozen eclairs I noticed that her dress was filled to bursting.  I asked her

if she might be more comfortable if she removed it.  "I'm not going to fit in

to this anymore, so why don't I not waste the time. It will bust off soon

anyway." At that I smiled, this woman knew how to keep a man's interest.  And

true to her word after the next few pastries the seams on her dress gave way

with a noisy rip.

     Tammi removed the tatters of her ripped dress, and lay down on the bed

her belly was bulging, full of gooey pastries. I continued to feed her, piece

after piece of baked goods went down her lovely throat.  After the first dozen

and a half eclairs she slowed down, but I would not let her stop. After two

dozen pastries I had her get up and move around, her belly had taken on the

appearance of a beach ball.  Looking down at the size of her distended

stomach she said, "I don't think that I can finish off the rest, lover.  I'm

feel like I'm going to burst now.  I'm really stuffed!"

     I caressed her bloated belly, "Nonsense, sweetheart, I have just the

thing for that."  I lead her back to the bed and helped her to get as

comfortable as possible with her gorged condition. Then I went to the dresser

and removed some cloth belts that were there.  I then tied her hands to the

bedframe. And I continued to stuff this great bloated babe.  There were only

four pastries left when she begged me to stop.  Her belly was stretched drum

tight over her overstuffed stomach.  I found some lotion and massaged it into

her skin. "Only four more. You can do it, just think 300 pounds is just

around the corner. I'll help you, open wide."

     She opened up and within five minutes the whole three dozen pastries

with inside of her. I untied her so she could move around to help her

digestion.  She lay there bloated beyond her wildest dreams.  I asked her how

she felt.  "Like a beached whale.", she replied.  "No make that a beached

whale that is extremely horny."  She tried to sit up, but the shear size of

her engorged belly prevented it. I helped her sit up, to do so she had to

spread her legs and let most of her paunch hang over the side of the bed.

She ran her hands over her belly, with the remains of the lotion and the

extreme distention it glistened like polished marble. "Come over here," she

asked. "I want some dessert."

     As I walked over to her I heard her labored breathing, the size of her

stomach was making it hard for her to breathe.  Besides if she was only half

as horny as I was she would be breathing a little heavy herself.  She reached

out with her chubby right hand and unzipped my pants.  My erection leaped out

immediately.  "My, my, I must do something about this." She then began to

jack me off, soon my knees were trembling. She smiled and then stopped her

hand grasping my penis at the base, preventing my release. After the spasm

has passed she began again, only to prevent my release again.  Time after

time she brought me to the brink of orgasmic pleasure only to stop me.  I was

going mad with desire.  My balls were going to explode if I didn't get to cum

soon.  Then she took me in her mouth and I exploded in one of the most

exquisite ejaculations I had ever had.  It seemed to never stop, and she

guzzled every drop of it.  Later that evening we made love over and over,

due to the distention of her belly we had to do it "doggie" style.

     In late fall Tammi had reached 320 pounds.  Her body was becoming round.

One night she asked if she could invite a few friends over. I said

"Of course."  I wondered who she was going to have over, since she started

to really gain weight she had divorced herself from all of her skinny friends.

I asked her and she said that a few of the girls in the complex and her had

been meeting for coffee and cakes in the day. As the girls arrived I found I

was glad that Tammi had met such friends.  The smallest was 5'4" tall and

weighed 220 pound while the largest was a 5'3" blimp that weighed 396 pounds.

Tammi had arranged for these girls to have apartments in the complex.  What

happened that night could only be called a food orgy.  The four of them tried

to demolish 25 extra large pizzas, after four hours and several ripped seams

later the pizzas had won.  I looked out over a field of bloated bellies and

gorged mommas.

     After Christmas Tammi's weight started to affect her life style.  She

had become so large that her sides brushed doorways.  She couldn't walk very

far, so she hired a very chubby high school girl to come in during the day

and clean the house.  I kept asking Tammi to weigh herself, you see after she

had gone past 300 pounds most bathroom scale couldn't weigh her. On

Valentine's Day she allowed me to squeeze her into the back of my BMW 325i

and drive her to a commercial scale.  The attendant was bug-eyed when I told

him that I wanted Tammi weighed.  And he was almost beside himself when the

scale rested on 426 pounds!

     Tammi was stunned when she heard the figure. She wrapped her massive

arms around me and gave me a great big wet kiss.  No sooner than we had left

the scales she leaned forward and said, "Baby, I'm starved can we drive

through a fast food joint??"

     On her birthday in March I bought her a heavy duty scale that went to

600 pounds.  By now Tammi was buying cloth in bolts and making several muu

muus from them.  She also made a huge robe for herself that fell to mid-thigh.

On night not too long after her birthday I came home to find the hefty

"maid" just leaving.  I enjoyed watching her waddle down the hall, she had

gained around fourty pounds working for Tammi.  Tammi met me in the hall

wearing her robe.  She opened it up to reveal the fact that she was finally

fitting into my old lover's panties.  In fact they were too tight on her, and

as she sat down they ripped open.

     Sex had become incredible, I loved to make love to each and every inch

of her bloated form.  Exploring each and every fold and crease was heaven.

When Tammi orgasimed it was like riding a tidal wave. 

     By the end of the year her immense form had become too much for our old

bed.  At that time we moved to a first floor apartment.  Tammi had long out

grown the 600 pound capacity scale and now rarely moved.  Most of he time she

lay on our specially made water-bed and ate.  By early February she had

become so large that she couldn't get out of bed by herself.  I can see her

lying there.  Her sides are hanging over the sides of the bed.  Her legs are

a mass of rolls of flesh, the amount of muscle to move her buried under roll

after roll of flab.  Her stomach stretches and flows over most of her thighs.

Her arms are now larger than 260 pound Martha, the maid's, hips.  Her face is

supported by huge jowls and a stack of extra chins.  Two bean-bag chair sized

boobs flow on either side of her enormous belly.  She smiles as I enter the

room, and asks "What did you bring me to eat I'm starved.


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