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I see her across the street, staring at me, still crying. I walk up to her, but she leaves. Fuck... So I message her that I am so sorry, that I wasn't attracted to the fat lady, just intrigued, and that I'd be at our hotel. No answer. I go back to the hotel and beat off three times in a row. I'm watching my girlfriend during this time, ensuring she's safe. It's almost 9 p.m. I see her get to the hotel, but she doesn't come up. She just stays at the hotel. I'm worried she found a dude to cheat on me with. She told me that she cheated on a boyfriend in the past as payback for what he did. I was getting really fucking worried, so I started texting her more and more. She finally texts me, "Don't worry, I'm okay. I love you and accept you." Okay, that's good, but I still don't feel great about it. I keep texting her, "What's going on?" and she sends me a picture. She's at the hotel restaurant with chicken wings, calamari, and a country-fried steak with mashed potatoes smothered in gravy and a half-finished Lava Flow. I message her, "Want me to come down?" and she responds, "Up to you."
I beat off one more time, then go down. It's a sight to behold. Her food is almost done, and a waiter brings a tray of desserts over lava cake, beignets, cheesecake, and ice cream. I sit down and ask, "You gonna finish all this?" She's sweating, her face bright red, and she looks like she can't eat anymore, but she says, "I feel like I have to for you to find me attractive." I tell her, "That's not true," but she starts crying again, saying she saw me following the massive woman. She starts eating the Lava cake and the ice cream together. She grabs the waiter and asks for another Lava flow. I can tell she's starting to feel sick. She eats a _lot_ of food, way more than she can usually fit. I told her she's perfect as she is, but she said that's bullshit, that she sees me eyeing any woman that is fatter than he, and that she feels like I'm not as attracted to her now that she's not gaining weight as quickly as when we first met. I didn't know what to say, so I asked for the bill and some boxes. She says no thanks to the boxes and orders another Lava Flow. She continues to finish everything except the beignets.
She says okay, she'll take a box for those, and looks ready to explode. People are staring and pointing, similar to the way people were with the woman who looked to be three times her size earlier that night. I pay for the bill. $193.44, not including tip, all by herself. She had 5 Lava FLows, which is a lot because she's lightweight with drinking. I am so fucking turned on; I have a raging hard-on even though I already came four times that night. I put the beignets away and stood up to help her up. I hear a woman stage-whispering to her guy.
"See? Look, I told you he's one of those feeders. Look at the size of that woman and how much she ate, and look at how hard he is," the guy responds, "so you're looking at his dick?". I smile and help up my girlfriend. She's shaky on her feet, but she whispers to me, "I am soaking wet." We quickly leave, so fast that I forget the beignets. My girlfriend says, "Don't forget these; I want you to feed them to me tonight. I'm so stuffed, I can't eat another bite, but maybe with some help..." The gossiping couple next to us obviously heard the remark. I grab my girlfriend's hand and walk on, but she needs some time. She's holding onto her belly like a pregnant woman and moving so slowly. When we finally get to our room, I help her get undressed, and then she sits on the toilet and says she feels sick. Fuck... She pees, poops, feels better, and gets in bed. I see her slick pussy, her heavy breaths; she has never been this stuffed in her life.
I go down to kiss her, and she starts moaning. She tells me to feed her, so I grab a pastry with my left hand while my hand works her pussy with my right hand. She's loving it, obviously, but she does look like she's feeling sick. She takes another bite, and the custard inside sprays all over her. I feed it to her, ensuring she consumes every last drop. She cums harder than she's ever cum before while I am fingering her with the squirt technique. She squirts all over, and I keep fingering her; she keeps squirting, saying what a fat fucking pig she is, just like her daddy wants.
I grab the next one, and she says she thinks she will puke if she eats it. I don't want her to miss out on any calories, so I put it down and come up with my cock to fuck her. I feel like I'm about to cum right then and there, anyway. She says, "That doesn't mean I don't want it, so I take the last beignet and stuff it in her mouth. Then, I proceed to fuck her while she's eating it. I'm cautious, but she's pushing me away because I think I'm pressing down too hard on her massive belly. I back off, and with her mouth full of the last bit of pastry, she says, "Thanks, yeah, sorry... feeling a bit nauseous here." We end up having a callous time in missionary because it presses down on her tummy too much. I suggest she gets on her knees, and we do it from behind. She says okay, but she'll need my help. I help her up, and she feels so freaking heavy. Her upper tummy is bloated out so far; it's firm, but I can hear all the calories sloshing around inside her. I tell him one second, then grab a box of Hawaiian cookies we got as gifts for people back home. She says no, but I open it anyway, and she says, "You're sooooooo bad. You want me fatter to be your perfect fuck toy, right?"
I open a cookie and feed it to her, then put my cock in her. She's moaning. I'm opening more cookies. She says no, but I stuff a second one in her mouth, and she starts cumming, her whole body convulsing. Then, she burps, and puke actually comes out. "Okay, I think we've hit your limit," but she eats another while I'm fucking her. She's just cummming harder and harder, and I'm about to cum, too, when she starts vomiting. For some reason, I cum right then and there, probably 20 fucking spurts, despite this being the 5th cum of the night. She cumming too, but still puking. I take a handful of it and bring it up to her mouth. She actually opens her mouth to eat it but instead pukes some more. I cum again, and so does she. We are both pooped at this point, water dripping, covered in vomit; her pussy is a mess, and the bet is wet with her squirt, so I lay down in her, puke with her, and kiss her. I tell her we hit her limit, and she says, "Well, at least I'm not nauseous anymore." I open and feed her the rest of the cookies. She tells me to please her one last time, so I go down, licking her all around while she eats her cookies and cums several more times. We fell asleep on top of our love juice and the gluttony mess. Neither of us had ever come that much in our lives.
After that, we changed our trip plans, doing less hiking and sightseeing and ensuring she was stuffed 24/7. That very same morning, we went down to the same restaurant, and she completed a Man vs. Food Pancake challenge, making her meal free. Our sex life has never been better. We haven't talked about it yet, which is kind of strange, but even now that we're back, she's really letting herself go. Her size 22 stretch work pants no longer fit, so I got her 24s. I now pack her two lunchboxes for work, and she will go out to eat lunch with the girls and finish her lunches anyway. I can see her getting as big as the woman who started this new stage in our relationship. I worry because I want her to be healthy, but our lust guarantees she will die young.