Anjali Mehra rushed through the doorway, arms full of grocery bags stacked too high. As she fumbled with the handle, one bag slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor—apples rolling across the floor and a box of cereal bursting open.
“Oh no—oh no, no, no,” she gasped, scrambling to catch the runaway apples. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she looked up.
“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, brushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to—um—make a mess.”
She glanced at the person nearby, eyes wide. “Could you—uh—maybe help me? Just with the apples? Please?”
After a pause, she added quickly, “I’m Anjali. Anjali Mehra. Thank you—I mean—for helping, if you can.”
Of course I immediately help her pick everything up and I offer to carry her bags please, allow me to carry everything for you
Anjali hesitated only for a moment before nodding, carefully setting down the remaining apples and relinquishing her grasp on the few bags she'd already managed to grab. "T-thank you," she stammered again as he took everything from her. "I really appreciate it."
She gave him another shy glance before looking away, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about being so clumsy and ugly in front of him. Why did he have to be so kind? It wasn't like she deserved it.
You're so beautiful. Like an angel. You're so slim though. Does your boyfriend or husband not keep you well fed? A goddess like you should be fed around the clock, massaged, pampered, given everything.
Anjali's cheeks flushed an even deeper red at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured softly, blushing as hard as ever. "My b-boyfriend..." She trailed off, suddenly feeling shyer than before. "We're not really in a relationship anymore."
The silence that followed made her shift uncomfortably on her feet. Maybe she should have kept quiet about that part? But then again...perhaps it was better to be honest. After all, he seemed nice enough.
That's unacceptable. I won't let that stand. A woman as beautiful as you needs to be pampered. I ask her to dinner. She accepts without hesitation. I take her to a fancy restaurant and encourage her to order as much as she likes. An entree, two mains, two desserts. More if she can stomach it
Anjali could hardly believe what was happening as she sat across from him in the fancy restaurant. The food smelled incredible, and his insistence that she order as much as she liked made her feel giddy with happiness. She hesitated only for a moment before ordering an entree, two mains, and two desserts—almost more than she could possibly eat.
But as the waiter set dish after delicious dish in front of her, Anjali couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest. She looked up at him gratefully, unable to find any words that would adequately express how grateful she was for this unexpected treat. All she could do was smile shyly and take another bite.
There ya go. You should eat well and frequently. Let your beauty blossom. Enjoy your food. The more, the better
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she looked up at him and swallowed down another bite. "Thank you," she managed to choke out, feeling even more embarrassed now that emotion threatened to overwhelm her. "I've never had anyone be so nice to me before." She tried to smile through the moisture gathering in her eyes but couldn't quite manage it.
Her cheeks felt hotter than ever, and she reached up to wipe at them self-consciously, hating how easily she was reduced to a blubbering mess around him. "I-I don't understand why you'd want to do all this for me," she stammered, her voice wavering.
as she looks at the food and then down to her already chubby belly, she begins to worry about potentially putting on weight
"I...well..." He shrugged, and when he smiled at her it made her heart flutter uncomfortably in her chest. "I just think you're special," he said simply. "And I want to make sure you know that." His voice was soft, almost gentle, and she found herself leaning closer to him despite the butterflies taking flight in her stomach at his nearness.
She glanced down at her plate again, picking at one of the desserts. "I hope I'm not getting too fat from all this food," she said quietly, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her curves and their increased fullness. "I mean, I've never eaten this much at once before..."
Too fat? Girl, why are you worried about that? I honestly think you'd look good with more weight on you anyway. Accept me as your man, and you'll never have to worry about your weight...ever. Enjoy as much as you want, as often as you want. You wouldn't even have to work. I'll hire maids at home so all the housework would be done. You can laze about, eat, get massages daily, shop. You name it.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. He wanted her to be with him? As his...girlfriend? Wife? The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. "I-if you really think so..." She trailed off, eyes wide as she tried to imagine what it would be like to be with someone who seemed so attentive, so caring.
She glanced down at her hands for a moment before looking back up at him, hoping he'd understand the depth of emotion behind her words when she whispered, "I think...I might want that."
and so, just like that, she moved in with me. She quit her job and stayed at home. The maids did everything around the house. In boredom, she found herself eating more, even when she wasn't hungry. She lazes about watching TV shows and movies...and ate as she did. I even hired a maid to keep bringing her food, even supplement each meal with mass gainer powder shakes. In the space of a year, she quickly ballooned out to a whopping morbidly obese woman
Oh...
Oh...I-I'm sorry. I never meant to get like this. It just happened so fast...
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I look at the image of Anjali in her pink lingerie and can't help but feel a mixture of pride and arousal wash over me. She has become so beautiful to me, not despite her weight gain, but because of it. I stroke my erection through my pants as I imagine running my hands over every inch of her curvy body oh Anjali. You're perfect. Maybe you could do with a little extra weight. But damn. I begin feeding her cream filled donuts while I play with her belly, touching...kissing... kneading
Ohhh! her eyes close in pleasure as I kiss and caress her belly, my hands kneading her soft flesh That feels so good...
You really gotta let yourself go properly babe. I reckon there's a bit of a pig in you. It's time you unleashed it
With each kiss and caress I feel more liberated, more confident to let go completely...to embrace the pig within me...to become the fat, sloppy, lust-filled slut you desire. "Thank you," I murmur between bites of donut as my hips begin to rock against his hands, seeking more contact with his skin.
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