(BBW = Big, Beautiful Woman)
This is a sequel to the story “The BBW Next Door: A Love Story”. Ryan is now married to his childhood sweetheart and next-door neighbor Raven, who was once a chubby girl and is now a BBW (big, beautiful woman). Ryan and Raven explore intentional weight gain, feederism, and bondage as the story progresses from them being newlyweds to shortly after the birth of their first child several years later.
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Part 1 includes the following chapters:
Chapter 2: Fat is where it's at
Recap: The story so far
This is a sequel to the story “The BBW Next Door: A Love Story”. Below is a summary of that story so that you can enjoy this one even if you haven’t read the earlier one.
Ryan Andersen and Raven Parrish lived next door to each other their entire lives and were best friends as children. When they reached adolescence, their lives went in very different directions and they drifted apart. Ryan was a nice, upstanding boy and Raven became a bad girl. When she was 19 and a college sophomore, Raven had had her life come crashing down around her when she became pregnant and was brutally beaten by her boyfriend, but Ryan was there to see her through it. Raven carried the baby to full term and Ryan’s mother helped arrange for the baby to be adopted by a childless couple she knew.
The two fell in love, and Raven, once a chubby girl and now a BBW (big, beautiful woman), has gotten herself together and is now living her best life. Raven was always insecure about her weight and been on countless failed diets, but Ryan came out as an FA (fat admirer) and has enabled Raven to appreciate her size, even to be proud to be a fat girl. The two were recently married and have just returned from a mini-honeymoon. Ryan is a graduate student working on his master’s degree in accounting, and Raven is the manager of a plus-sized lingerie store and online order fulfillment operation. They plan to go on a proper honeymoon once Ryan finishes grad school and is about to begin his career.
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Chapter 1: Fat Raven
A short time after Raven returned from her mini-honeymoon, one of the order fulfillment employees left, creating a vacancy. It took a while, but eventually she hired someone to fill that position. The only problem was, that person’s name was also Raven. It was going to be confusing having two Ravens. The new Raven was African-American, a few years younger than Raven the manager, and normally proportioned, maybe even a bit on the thin side. Raven the manager suggested that they should be distinguished as Fat Raven and Thin Raven. While the other Raven might be okay with being called Black Raven, she thought White Raven would sound mildly racist, and also dumb. A raven is a large, black bird, so “white raven” was paradoxical. Thin Raven had no objection to being called that, but Fat Raven knew she’d have to get Suzanne’s okay to use that designation. Suzanne Schmidt was the owner of the business and Raven’s boss; she worked on-site and dealt with the product manufacturers and suppliers. Suzanne tried to have her business be a safe, welcoming place for plus-sized women and had banned the use of the word “fat” by her employees.
“Suzanne, now that there will be two of us named Raven, it’s going to be confusing. I suggested that we go by Fat Raven and Thin Raven, respectively, and Thin Raven is okay with that. I know you don’t like the word ‘fat’, and I understand that. But personally, I don’t have a problem using that word to describe myself. When I was a child, I was tormented with that name, but now, I wear it like a badge of honor. I am fat, and I’m proud of it. I even asked Ryan to call me Fat Raven some time ago now, and he does. I certainly like Fat Raven a lot more than, say, Old Raven or Boss Raven. And I like White Raven even less. What do you think?”
Suzanne considered her request for a moment before responding. “Considering that you’re asking to be called that and take no offense, I think we can make an exception in your case. But only in your case, and only on a trial basis. The word is still forbidden to be used for any other reason. We’ll see how it goes. If nobody complains, then we can make it permanent. Okay, Fat Raven?” Suzanne said, smiling as she said that last part.
“Okay, deal!” replied Fat Raven as she smiled back, pleased that Suzanne had called her that. Fat Raven wasted no time in changing her name badge, which employees on the sales floor were required to wear, from “Raven” to “Fat Raven”. There were still times when she worked on the sales floor, such as covering for Cassidy the sales clerk when she went to lunch.
And so Raven the manager became consistently known as Fat Raven by the entire staff. The other Raven was happy to answer to a variety of names, including not only Thin Raven, but also New Raven and Black Raven.
It didn’t take long before a male customer saw Fat Raven’s name tag and chuckled. “Fat Raven, just like the fan art character, right?” he said. Fat Raven was confused, and her faced showed it. “What are you talking about?” she asked. The customer tried to explain.
“Are you familiar with the character named Raven on the cartoon series Teen Titans?” he asked. Fat Raven of course knew about the gray-skinned superheroine who shared her name, and she told him that. “Well, there’s an unauthorized version of that character called “Fat Raven”, drawn by various people who are Teen Titans fans and who I guess are also into fat chicks, and of course, she’s quite fat. I assumed you appropriated the name from that Fat Raven. I figured you did cosplay and went to comic-cons dressed as that character.” Fat Raven still looked confused, and so the man said, “I meant no offense, really. “There are fat versions out there of just about every female cartoon character,” said the man. “But seeing your name tag made me think of that one in particular.”
“No offense taken,” said Fat Raven. “I just never heard of the fat version of Raven the Teen Titans character. My first name really is Raven. I guess I should find out more about this other Fat Raven.”
When she searched online for “Fat Raven” that evening, she found the fan art that the customer had spoken of. It was mostly just playful fun, imagining a fat version of the Raven character shocked that she got so fat, or dealing with fat girl issues such as always being hungry or having her clothes rip. She also found plus-sized Raven costumes available for sale. The real Fat Raven saw nothing to be offended at, and she kept fictional Fat Raven in mind if she ever did cosplay or needed a Halloween costume.
Chapter 2: Fat is where it’s at
“Hey, hubby, now that we’re married, I have a question for you,” said Raven playfully. “Ask away, my beautiful, fat wife,” said Ryan in response. Raven had previously asked Ryan to call her Fat Raven or pet names that included the word fat, as a way of reminding her that he perceived her being fat as a positive thing.
“You’ve always said you love my fat, voluptuous body,” purred Raven. “Would you love it even more if there were more of it to love?” Ryan felt his dick harden. He wondered if this were a trick question, but it didn’t seem like it. “Well, yeah, of course,” he replied. “But why do you ask? Are you pregnant?”
“No, it’s nothing like that, trust me. I just want to look my best for my new husband,” she said seductively. “I want him unable to keep his eyes off me or his hands off me. So if I were to get fatter, just how fat would you like me to be?”
“May I ask how much you weigh now, fat girl?” asked Ryan. “You may,” said Raven, “but I’ll save you the trouble. I’m about 250, give or take.” “I bet you would look even more amazing at 350,” said Ryan. “I bet I would, too,” agreed Raven.
“I have to ask, though, what’s come over you, fat stuff?” asked Ryan. “It wasn’t that long ago that you were still trying to accept yourself as a fat girl. How did you get from there to wanting to be even fatter?”
“I don’t know, really. I always hated being fat because most guys want normal-sized girls. I just wanted to be loved and accepted. I was able to get from there to being glad I was fat because you loved and accepted me that way. But now that you’ve made a lifetime commitment to me, I want to take it to the next level for you. Though you’ve never said it, I had a hunch you wouldn’t mind if I were even fatter. So I asked, and you’ve confirmed my suspicions. Since you want me to be fatter, I want me to be fatter, too. I want to be the girl of your wildest dreams, to the extent that I’m able, because you’re perfect for me in every way already.”
“I do appreciate the sentiment; I really do,” said Ryan. “But here’s the dilemma. I want to grow old with you, and for that to happen, you need to be healthy. The fatter you get, the less healthy you’re going to be. I don’t want to be the reason you die early. I would never forgive myself, and I would be miserable for the rest of my life without you.”
“Awww… that’s so sweet of you to say that,” said Raven sincerely. “What if I were to get fatter until my doctor tells me I have to stop?” “He probably wants you to lose weight now, I would think,” replied Ryan. “Besides, it’s a lot harder to lose than to gain. You of all people should know that.”
“He only wants me to lose weight. He hasn’t said that I have to, so I could gain until he does,” Raven suggested. Ryan responded, “I think that would be playing with fire. By the time it gets to that point, you may already be having serious health problems. And like I said, I know it’s much harder to lose weight.”
“It’s not as hard as it used to be, with all of those new drugs now. Tell you what,” said Raven. “How about if I go and get a complete physical? We’ll see if there are any existing or imminent problems. And if there aren’t, I’ll talk to the doctor about my desire to gain weight and see if there’s a way I can do it safely, or at least in a way that lessens the risk of problems. Maybe he’ll say if I exercise while I’m gaining it won’t be so bad for me. Or who knows what else? I expect he’ll want me to come back regularly so we can catch any potential issues early, and I’ll do that. And if he says I need to stop gaining weight or lose weight, I will, I promise.”
“If you want to gain weight under a doctor’s supervision, I won’t object. Ideally, I’d like you to be fatter and healthy. But if I can’t have both, I choose healthy.”
“I love you so much, Ryan!” exclaimed Raven. “I love you so much, too, Fat Raven!” replied Ryan. “That’s why I don’t want to lose you.” At that, Raven grabbed Ryan by the hand and led him to the bedroom to show him.
Raven scheduled the physical exam, and the doctor had her come in and have blood drawn for testing in advance of the exam, so he’d have the test results when he saw her. He reviewed the results with her. “You’re 5 feet, 3 inches and weigh 254 pounds, so your BMI is 45, which is what they used to call morbidly obese. It’s called Class III obesity now, but three is the highest class. That puts you at high risk for numerous health problems – high cholesterol, high blood pressure, heart disease, diabetes, even stroke and cancer. Plus a whole host of other possible problems. Fortunately, you’re young and otherwise healthy for now. Your other numbers are all in the acceptable range. Still, you really should make a serious effort to lose weight before you start having problems.”
Raven replied, “Here’s the thing, doc. I actually want to gain weight, especially after hearing that I’m healthy. I want to be able to do it while staying healthy, if that’s possible. I was hoping you could advise me how I can accomplish that.”
“Why on earth would you want to gain more weight?” the doctor asked incredulously.
“My husband likes me fat, and wouldn’t mind if I were fatter,” she replied, “and I’d love to do that for him.”
“If your husband is pressuring you to gain weight, that’s a big red flag that you’re in a dysfunctional relationship. He’s not looking out for your best interests; he’s looking out for his. You should tell him you won’t risk your health, and consider getting out of the relationship if he keeps pressuring you.”
“Oh, no, it’s not like that at all! He’s not pressuring me in the least. I’m the one that wants to do it for him. He even told me that he was against me gaining unless I was healthy and did it under a doctor’s supervision. That’s why I’m here. You already told me I’m healthy. I’d like to gain more weight if I can do it and stay that way. So is there anything I can do, or you can do, to help me to stay healthy as I gain weight?”
“I see,” said the doctor. “Well, I cannot condone your doing this. In fact, I strongly advise you not to. But if you’re going to anyway, then I want to start seeing you every three months so that I can monitor your numbers and tell you right away if they’re approaching becoming unhealthy.
“I also recommend that you start exercising to help those numbers stay in the healthy range. Being morbidly obese already, you need to stick to low impact activity in order to preserve your joints. The best things you can do are swimming and stretching exercises. You can get the stretching from water aerobics or from yoga if you want. Weight training would be good as well, as would riding a bike or a stationary bike.”
Raven was taking notes as the doctor spoke. He got the impression that she was taking this seriously. “Is there any medication you can prescribe or that I can get over the counter that would help?” Raven asked. “Not at this time,” the doctor replied, “but if your numbers go up, that could change. Oh, one thing. If you gain too fast, you’re going to get stretch marks. If you don’t want those, you should use a moisturizing skin lotion. There are some that claim they’re specifically designed to prevent stretch marks; they’re usually marketed to pregnant women.”
Raven left the doctor’s office very pleased at how it went. She didn’t expect him to approve of her gaining weight, but he didn’t forbid it either, and he did seem to be willing to work with her to do it as safely as possible. Raven shared the good news with Ryan that evening.
“For the first time in my life, I’m going to actually try to gain weight,” said Fat Raven. “I’ve been pretty much holding steady ever since I gave birth, so I’m going to have to increase my calorie intake. More food, richer food, or both. But here’s the thing. I don’t want you getting fat, because I like your skinny ass the way it is, and I want you to stay healthy, so you can’t eat the same rich food I’ll be eating. It would make meals more complicated if we have to prepare separate food for each of us. I’m thinking I can eat larger portions of whatever we’re both having at meal times, but I should probably eat the really fattening stuff at other times instead.
“So here’s my question to you. Should I plan to do this on my own, or would you like to be my feeder? Some of my customers are feedees and have shared their experiences with me. I think it would be a lot more fun for both of us, and possibly very arousing as well, if you encouraged me to eat and get fatter, actually fed me, and maybe even pretended you were forcing me eat, at least at those other times when we’re not sharing a meal together.”
“I think that would be incredibly hot, being your feeder,” replied Ryan. “As long as we both know it’s just role playing, and that I’m not really forcing you to do anything. Maybe we should have a safe word or something.”
“Okay, it’s a deal,” said Raven. I’m going to look into what I should eat to get fatter, and ways that we can pretend. The other thing we should do is to take “before” pictures and measurements. You might not notice me getting fatter, seeing me every day. But if we have a baseline to compare to, it’ll be more apparent, and more of a turn-on for you. How about if we do that right now?”
“Sure, why not,” said Ryan. “I’ll get my camera. You get your measuring tape.”
That evening in bed, Raven said, “Thanks for being okay with me gaining weight for you and agreeing to help. I think this is going to be really fun! Now, take off your shorts. I’m going to show my appreciation to you.” Raven proceeded to give head. But what was different this time is that she didn’t let go when he tried to pull out. He even told her he was about to shoot his load but she held him tight and continued to suck. Ryan eventually couldn’t hold it back any more and came. Raven continued to suck him dry and licked him clean. When she was finally finished, she released his cock.
Ryan said, “That was great, Raven! You know that’s the first time you swallowed? What changed?” “What’s changed is that I’m now a growing girl who needs all the calories she can get!” said Raven with a mischievous smile. “Oh, and please stop calling me Raven. Don’t call me pet names like ‘babe’ or ‘sweetie’ any more, either.
“A while back, I encouraged you to call me Fat Raven and other descriptions of how fat and beautiful I am, and you’ve done a good job doing that. Now, I’m raising the bar. I’m forbidding you to call me anything else. From now on, when we’re not in public, and maybe even sometimes when we are, you are to only call me Fat Raven! If you come by the store or see any of my co-workers, they also call me Fat Raven, so it’s cool if you do it there, too. If you want to call me a pet name, it must include the word ‘fat’ or something else that means fat. I want to be constantly reminded that I’m fat and beautiful, and that you love that I’m fat. Got it?” Ryan acknowledged that he understood. “I know you might slip up occasionally at first, and I’ll remind you when you do. But I hope it doesn’t take long until you wouldn’t think of calling me anything else,” she said as she smiled at her husband.
“Just one more request, though. You’ve never done this, and I really appreciate that. But just so there’s no confusion, please don’t ever call me a pig or a cow or a tub of lard or anything like that. I find those terms demeaning; there’s nothing about them that implies beauty. I need to hear that I’m both fat and beautiful. If you want to call me a fat fox or a fat chick or something else positive, I’m fine with that.”
“I’ll do my best, my voluptuous vixen!” said Ryan. He liked to use alliteration and rhymes when he was clever enough to think of them.
Fat Raven did some online searches about the best ways to gain weight. She learned that various weight gain supplements were expensive and reported to not be terribly effective. However, she read good things about using protein powder. A common way to add it to one’s diet was to add it homemade milkshakes made in a blender. Otherwise, it seemed that just increasing one’s food intake, and especially increasing carbs, fats, and dairy products was the most effective way to gain weight. Fat Raven realized they were living on a tight budget, so they couldn’t afford the expensive supplements anyway. She’d also have to be careful about how much they spent on the protein powder and additional food.
Both she and Ryan were newbies to the feeder/feedee experience, so they’d have to figure it out as they went along. But she knew that the role of the feeder was to encourage, insist, and even force the feedee to eat more, and that this was supposed to be a turn-on for both people. The feeder would often literally feed their partner, actually putting the food into their mouth, and sometimes tie up or otherwise restrain the feedee while doing so. Of course, they’d agreed that there would be no actual force-feeding, but that they would instead pretend to do so.
Fat Raven wasn’t so sure about being tied up or put in bondage restraints. Several of her past relationships had been abusive, and the idea of being made helpless and defenseless seemed like it might trigger a panic attack or something. On the other hand, she knew Ryan well enough to know he would never dream of ever hurting her and that she could trust him with her life.
So they started out tentatively and went by trial and error. Fat Raven and Ryan made sure their fridge and pantry were stocked with things like cheese, whole milk, ice cream, thick gravy, and of course, the protein powder. When they cooked at home, they’d make enough for Fat Raven to have an extra-large portion, or even a second portion. When they had take-out food, they’d order more and more fattening food for her, and in either case, Ryan would smother her food with cheese or gravy or something else fattening. As she ate, he would then verbally encourage her to finish her plate and come back for seconds. If she slowed down or stopped, he would then feed her himself, encouraging her to open her mouth just like one would to a toddler who didn’t want to eat his vegetables. Every evening he would make her a big protein shake and made sure she drank it all, rubbing her tummy and encouraging her as she did.
And so Fat Raven started steadily gaining weight, about a pound a week. It would have been more, but she was taking the doctor’s orders to exercise seriously, and was burning more calories, too. It takes a while for any weight change to become apparent on an obese person, but after a few months some of her clothes started getting tight. For comfort as well as aesthetics, she limited her wardrobe to clothes she hadn’t outgrown when she went out, but at home, she made a point of wearing the too-tight clothes for Ryan’s benefit. He definitely noticed, liked what he saw, and commented favorably. Fat Raven held off buying larger clothes for as long as she could in order to keep the expense to a minimum.
Meanwhile, Fat Raven returned to the doctor every three months to get weighed, have her blood pressure taken, and have blood drawn to check her cholesterol, blood sugar, and whatnot. To the doctor’s surprise, her numbers all continued to stay in the healthy range, and so he had no good reason to tell her she had to stop gaining.
From time to time, Fat Raven would have misgivings about intentionally getting fatter, but then she’d remind herself how much Ryan enjoyed seeing and touching her growing body, especially when he’d see it jiggle or he’d jiggle it himself. She’d remind herself how much she enjoyed seeing him enjoy her more, and then she would feel better about her increasing girth. But she was gaining weight only for his sake; it really didn’t do anything for her other than knowing Ryan liked it.
Chapter 3: Tied up
Ryan eventually suggested that they should at least try role-playing that he was forcing her to eat against her will. Fat Raven shared her concerns about being bound; that it might possibly trigger an anxiety attack or something.
“You know I would never do anything to hurt you, even if you wanted me to,” said Ryan. “At least not on purpose. We’ll take it slow and easy and gentle, and we can back off or stop at any time. We’ll have a safe word, and I think we’ll also need some other kind of safe signal in case you can’t speak and your hands are bound.”
Fat Raven was willing to at least give it a try. “I think the safe word should be the name of something healthy that wouldn’t be part of a weight gain regimen. Like celery or something. But if I’m panicked and can’t think of the right word, if I say the name of any vegetable, I want out.”
Ryan thought that made sense. “I’m thinking perhaps to start out, I’d have your hands tied behind your back, say with a necktie, and loose enough that you could easily slip out of it. I’ll then feed you while you’re tied up. All you have to do is open your mouth, chew, and swallow. I won’t tie your feet up, so maybe you could stomp your foot twice as a safe signal if you can’t say the safe word. How does that sound?”
“I’m not sure I could even put my hands together behind my back any more,” said Fat Raven. “Let me try. Otherwise, it sounds good.” She reached behind her back with both hands. She was able to put her hands and wrists together but she realized if she got much fatter she wouldn’t be able to any more. “Okay, I can put them together, so that’ll work, at least for now,” she said.
They decided to try it just for eating dessert the first time. Ryan bought a large cheesecake for the occasion. After their normal dinner, he said, “Okay, are you ready to try this, my gorgeous gordita?” Fat Raven was still a bit apprehensive but willing.
Ryan loosely bound her hands behind her back with a necktie as they had discussed. This made Fat Raven anxious but she was still under control. Ryan was nothing but gentle and he spoke to her soothingly, and that made all the difference. Ryan then cut a large slice of cake and put it on a plate, and then sat down next to her and held a forkful of cake up to her mouth. “Open up, Fatty,” he said lovingly to her. She complied, and he put the cake in her mouth. She closed her lips around it as he pulled the fork out minus the piece of cake. “Now make that go down the hatch, and there’s plenty more for you. You know you want it! It tastes so yummy!” Fat Raven swallowed the cake and opened her mouth like a baby bird, clearly wanting more.
Even after only a single forkful, Fat Raven found this experience to be strangely arousing. Ryan had tied her up not to harm her or punish her, but to lovingly feed her delicious cheesecake. Somehow that was turning her on. She eagerly let him feed her the rest of the slice he had cut. “That was fun!” said Fat Raven. “I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would.” She was feeling pretty horny by now.
“Oh, you thought we were finished?” said Ryan mischievously as he cut another large slice. “We’re just getting started! You’re not nearly fat enough yet!” And hearing that made Fat Raven even more horny. She again eagerly opened her mouth in anticipation of more cheesecake, and Ryan fed her the second slice. This continued until Fat Raven started feeling full. She began to protest. “Ryan, I don’t think I can eat another bite,” she said. But she hadn’t used the safe word. “Of course you can, Fat Raven,” Ryan replied. “Here, let me rub your belly to make more room.” He did, and it felt really good to Fat Raven. She opened her mouth again. “That’s a good fatty,” said Ryan as he fed her another forkful. And another. And another. Fat Raven protested again, and they repeated the process.
Eventually, feeling as if her stomach could burst, Fat Raven said, “I’m so full, I don’t think I could even eat a stalk of celery.” Celery, the safe word. Ryan immediately stopped trying to feed her, and said, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You did good, fat girl. Much better than I thought you would. Do you want to see how much cake you ate?” He had intentionally positioned the actual cheesecake out of her view. He showed her that the cake was half gone. She had eaten half of a large, rich, fattening cheesecake in one sitting!
Despite her overstuffed belly, or maybe because of it, Fat Raven was seriously horny by now. She said to her husband, “Ryan, I want you to leave me tied up and f*** me hard. You don’t need to warm me up. You don’t need to make love to me. I just need your dick and I need it now!
Ryan didn’t need to be told twice. He helped her up out of the chair, led her to the bedroom, and pushed her onto the bed. He removed her clothing below the waist, and undid and removed everything above the waist that he could without untying her hands. He then resumed rubbing her engorged belly. “Forget that! Just do me already!” demanded Fat Raven. And so Ryan did. It took Fat Raven no time to orgasm, and she managed to do it multiple times before Ryan released his load.
Lying there together afterwards, Fat Raven, still tied up, said, “That was amazing! I mean the whole experience! I had no idea how hot it was to be fed like that! Ryan Andersen, I do believe you’ve just turned me into an actual feedee, not just someone pretending to be one! Shame on you!” she said, smiling contentedly.
Ryan smiled as well. “You were okay with being tied up, then?” he asked. “At first I was pretty anxious about it,” Fat Raven replied. “I felt extremely vulnerable. But something changed when you fed me that first bite. I think that deep down, my subconscious finally realized that you didn’t tie me up to do me harm, but to pleasure me. I felt incredibly loved once that sunk in, and that’s why I had you leave me that way while you nailed me. First you pleasured my mouth and my tummy with cheesecake, and then you pleasured my pussy with your hard dick, all while I was tied up. I finally realize that I can actually enjoy bondage with you, either in the kitchen or in the bedroom.
“You really had a breakthrough today, didn’t you?” asked Ryan. “Today was an amazing day. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this day as long as I live,” said his fat wife in reply.