(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.
Part 2 includes the following chapters:
Chapter 4: Stuffed
Fat Raven skipped her protein shake that evening, as she was just too stuffed. The following day, she ate less than normal, that is, even less than what was normal before she started trying to gain weight. She might now be a feedee, but she couldn’t be one two days in a row. There were limits to how much food she could eat.
Seeing that she wasn’t loading up her plate at dinner, Ryan was curious about what she was thinking about the previous evening’s experience, now that some time had passed. “You okay, Fat Raven?” he asked. “You’re not eating much.” “I’m still stuffed from last night, that’s all,” she replied.
“So, any regrets?” Ryan asked. “Not at all,” said Raven. “I just can’t do that every day. Just like if you really overdo it at the gym, you’re going to be sore the next day. Well, I overdid it stuffing my face. Or, more accurately, I let you overdo it stuffing my face,” she said as she smiled.
“You said last night that being fed while tied up turned you on,” said Ryan. “What about me stuffing you until you couldn’t take another bite?” “I’m still trying to decide about that. It’s kind of hard to tell,” Fat Raven responded. “I let you do that because I didn’t want it to end, and I was trying to have the full feedee experience.” She paused and smiled. “Full… See what I did there? Anyway, I’m still paying for that today.”
“So what do you want to do going forward?” “I definitely want you to tie me up and feed me again,” replied Fat Raven. “That was so hot, and I can’t wait to do it again! I don’t know if I’ll have you stuff me so full or not. Maybe. But if that’s what we end up doing, it’ll be like this time. I’m not going to have much of an appetite the following day, or days even. The jury is still out about tomorrow. On the other hand, if we stop before I can’t eat another bite, I don’t know if it’ll be as intensely pleasurable.”
“Well, we still have half a cheesecake left, whenever you’re up to it,” said Ryan. “I know. I’m counting on you feeding it to me,” said Fat Raven coyly.
“You know, another thing we could try would be for me to feed you your protein shake via a funnel and a tube,” suggested Ryan. “That sounds like it could be fun, too,” said Fat Raven in response. “Let’s try it sometime.”
A couple of days later, Fat Raven was ready for another cheesecake feeding. It was mostly a repeat of the first session, but this time she had him tie the necktie tighter around her wrists, and she started out wearing nothing but panties. She did consider stopping the feeding before she was unable to eat any more, but she just didn’t want to. She was having too much fun, and getting very much turned on, letting Ryan continue to shovel in the cake despite her protests. When she finally said the safe word, Ryan told her that her timing was perfect because he had just fed her the last forkful. They then retreated to the bedroom and had another round of amazing post-feeding sex.
It took a little while, but Ryan was able to find a suitably large funnel and some clear plastic tubing that would fit snugly onto the bottom of the funnel. That evening, he had Fat Raven sit on a kitchen chair, and he again bound her hands behind her back with a necktie. This time, though, he also put a blindfold on her, despite them not having discussed that in advance, but she didn’t protest. Ryan then prepared the shake, but he made it a triple batch without Fat Raven knowing or being able to see what he was doing. Ryan enjoyed feeding her where she couldn’t see how much she was expected to eat and there was more than enough to stuff her.
The tubing wasn’t long enough to go down her throat, but being novices, they wouldn’t have tried that even if it were. That meant it was up to Fat Raven to swallow the shake fast enough to keep it from overflowing out of her mouth, but she had no trouble keeping up. It was also up to her to keep the tube from coming out of her mouth and spilling the liquid all over her and anything else in its path, and she had to do that with her tongue and lips, since her hands were tied behind her. Ryan never let the funnel get empty, and so she had no opportunity to speak. All she could do was moan, either in pleasure or from being too full. When she stomped her foot twice to signal Ryan to stop, she had finished nearly all of the triple milkshake, but she didn’t know that.
Ryan removed the tube from her mouth. Immediately Fat Raven said, “Oh my gosh, that was so amazing, being fed with a tube! It was better than being fed with a fork! It felt so much more like I had no choice but to accept what you were putting down my throat.” Her choice of words wasn’t an accident. “You’ve got me so horny now, I’m about to get off just sitting here,” she added.
Ryan got the hint. Leaving her blindfolded, bound, and seated on a kitchen chair, he first tried to see if he could get her off with some physical encouragement. He began by fondling her breasts and kissing her, to which she responded positively. But he could tell this wasn’t going to bring her to climax. He upped his game, now gently flicking one of her nipples with his tongue as he manipulated the other one with his thumb and forefinger. He then slipped his other hand down her panties, no longer as easy as it once was with her belly having recently grown quite a bit. She was quite juicy down there. He teased her, gently brushing his fingers against the outside of her pussy lips but not actually entering them. Now she was becoming more aroused and began moaning. Ryan continued what he was doing for a while, but she wasn’t quite there yet. He then moved up and began gently massaging her clit. That was what it took to send Fat Raven over the edge. He kept it up as she rode a long and satisfying orgasm.
Next, Ryan got a third kitchen chair and put the two empty chairs on either side of Fat Raven. He then stood with one foot on either chair so that he was straddling her, with his dick at just the right height. Fat Raven realized what he was doing and had her mouth open and ready. “Give it to me, baby,” she said seductively. “I want you for dessert!” He found her mouth and she greedily wrapped her lips around his erect member and began expertly sucking him off. This time, having heard that last part, Ryan didn’t even attempt to pull out. As he shot his load, she eagerly swallowed just as she had swallowed the milkshake coming out of the tube.
Chapter 5: Reflections
With Fat Raven now wholeheartedly a feedee and engaging in stuffing sessions regularly, she was gaining weight at a faster pace that before, now averaging a pound and a half a week. Seven months into their marriage and six months after her physical exam, she weighed in at 286 pounds, but still nothing from her latest check-up that concerned her doctor. At this rate she’d be right around 305 pounds at her next three month checkup, and would reach their goal of 350 pounds about another seven months after that.
Fat Raven thought about her weight gain and bondage and stuffing sessions. At first, she deliberately gained weight solely for Ryan’s benefit. She had come to finally appreciate being fat mostly because Ryan appreciated it so much. But she hadn’t really had the desire to gain weight for her own sake; only to please Ryan, and because pleasing him pleased her as well. She figured she could stop gaining or even lose weight at any time if she chose to, or if her doctor insisted.
But she hadn’t factored in fully embracing feederism and how much she enjoyed her stuffing sessions. The stuffing sessions most definitely turned her on, and it seemed that gaining weight might be an inevitable result of stuffing, at least as often and as much as she was doing it. She wondered if she would be willing, or even able, to stop those when the time came.
Fat Raven was more-or-less committed to reaching 350 pounds, barring some health risk or unforeseen difficulty carrying that much weight around. The question was, is that as far as she was willing to go, and if so, was she willing to make the necessary sacrifices to go no further? She couldn’t answer either question. Further, if she continued to gain beyond that, would her body eventually reach equilibrium where she was burning as many calories as she was consuming, at which point her weight would stabilize, and if so, how heavy would she be when that happened? Or would it never happen, and she’d keep gaining until it killed her? Those were probably unanswerable questions.
She realized that she had only been tied up during her stuffing sessions and the sex that followed. Being tied up definitely enhanced the stuffing sessions, no question, which also made the subsequent sex great as well. She wondered, though, whether being tied up during sex, when no food was involved, was also more enjoyable that unbound sex? She needed to know. It might help her decide whether she could live without stuffing sessions if that ever became necessary.
So Fat Raven said to her husband, “Ryan, I want to try making love while I’m tied up, but without you feeding me first. We’ve only done it where I was tied up when I was already aroused from the feeding. I’d like to experience it when we’re starting cold and you have to warm me up. Also, preferably not lying on my back with my hands tied behind me. That’s not very comfortable, if it hadn’t occurred to you.” So they discussed various methods of restraint and sex positions to find something mutually agreeable. They concluded that they’d really have to figure out what they liked and what they didn’t like by trial and error. The only problem was, they didn’t have any bondage gear, and being on such a tight budget and spending what little disposable income they had on extra food and protein powder for Fat Raven, they, didn’t have much to spend. They’d mostly have to improvise with what they had on hand, like Ryan’s necktie, and what they could make themselves for cheap.
A few days later, Ryan fashioned a spreader bar out of an old broomstick, a couple of eye bolts, and two lengths of cotton clothesline rope. With two other lengths of the same rope, he tied one end of each rope to the headboard of their bed, and tied the other end around two cans of food that he estimated were about the same diameter as Fat Raven’s hands. He then slipped the cans out of their bindings, leaving them otherwise intact. He then hid the bindings behind pillows.
That evening, after dinner and before it was time for Fat Raven’s protein shake, when she wasn’t looking, he slipped a blindfold around her head as he told her, “Fat Raven, I’m going to make love to you this evening, and you don’t have any say in the matter. So I suggest we retreat to the bedroom, where you’ll be more comfortable.” He then took her by the hand and led her there as he began removing her clothes with his free hand and repeatedly kissed her exposed skin. Once he had her top and bra off, he ordered her to lie on her back with her hands above her head, and when she complied, he slipped the rope bindings over her and until they were around her wrists. She could wriggle back out of them if she tried, but she didn’t.
Fat Raven played along. “What are you going to do to me? Are you going to make me your sex slave? I’ll do anything you want, Master,” she said in a playful voice. “Good,” said Ryan, also playing. “If you don’t resist, we’ll get along just fine,” he said as he fondled her bare breasts. Ryan was very careful to not say anything about hurting her, either positively or negatively, for fear of triggering an anxiety attack. “That’s it. I think you’ll make a good slave. You’re just the way I like ‘em: Young, beautiful, submissive, and very fat.” He then kissed her passionately as he moved his hands down to her belly and began jiggling her fat.
“You’re not going to need clothes anymore, fatty. Slave girls don’t get to wear clothes,” Ryan said as he proceeded to remove the rest of her clothing. He then tied rope around each of her ankles, running each through an eye bolt attached to one of the ends of the broomstick. “Slave girls don’t get to keep their legs together, either,” he said. Fat Raven tried to close her legs and found that she couldn’t.
“The better to pleasure you, Master,” said Fat Raven. “How would you like your fat slave girl to pleasure you tonight, Master?” Ryan said, “I want you to beg for it. I mean really, really, desperately beg for it. I’m going to bring you as close to the edge as I can. You are not allowed to orgasm without my dick being deep inside you. If you do, you will be severely punished. But you must orgasm immediately once it is, or again, you’ll be severely punished. So you must resist the orgasm for as long as you can. And when you don’t think you can resist any longer, then you must beg for my dick, because only with it all the way in you will you have permission to orgasm. Got it?” “Yes, Master, your fat slave girl will do as you say,” replied Fat Raven.
Ryan then proceeded to use all of the foreplay techniques in his toolbox, but carefully avoided all but the most fleeting contact with his wife’s most erogenous zones. He clearly had her quite aroused; she was moaning and writhing around. Eventually she said, “Please, Master, please f*** me now with your long, thick shaft.” Ryan wasn’t going to give in that easily, though. He started paying more attention to her pleasure areas, but he said, “No, not yet. I’m not ready to give it to you yet. You must be much more desperate that that.” Fat Raven responded positively to the additional stimulation. “Master, please! I need you now!” she said. “No, I’m not convinced you really do,” said Ryan, as he increased the tempo by more actively stimulating her manually. “I don’t see you having to try very hard to not come. You don’t get to orgasm until you’re utterly desperate for it and I decide to let you.”
Ryan again stepped up the manual stimulation, now entering Fat Raven with two fingers and finding her g-spot. That was what she needed. Now she was very obviously trying to hold back. “Please, Master, f*** me! I can’t hold it any longer. PLEASE, F*** ME RIGHT NOW!” Fat Raven was desperate to orgasm and to hold it back, both at the same time. Ryan got what he was wanting, and quickly slid his member into her eager slit. Fat Raven came immediately and for a long while, accompanied by quite a few very loud screams of intense pleasure. Ryan started after her and finished before her.
After she had had a few minutes to catch her breath and cool down a bit, Fat Raven said, “I can see that I taught you very well. Well done, Master. You thoroughly ravished your fat slave girl!”
“You’ve done well, my fat slave girl. Not only have you successfully avoided punishment; you’ve also proven yourself to be a worthy mate. Not only are you young, beautiful, submissive, and very fat, you were also desperately horny. Just the way I like ‘em.
Fat Raven now knew that although being stuffed to capacity made for deeply satisfying sex, she didn’t need to be stuffed in order to have sex that good. The bondage and dominance seemed to be the common denominator.
Chapter 6: Concerns
One day, Raven’s and Ryan’s mothers got together for coffee, as they occasionally did. Ryan’s mother Janice said to her counterpart, “Rachel, have you noticed how much weight your daughter has put on since they got married? I know she’s never been a skinny girl, but it’s really starting to concern me, for multiple reasons.”
Rachel, Raven’s mother, replied, “Yes, I’ve noticed, too. I’m not too worried about it, though. Her weight has always fluctuated. I guess married life is really agreeing with her.”
“Well, that’s one of my concerns,” said Janice. “It seems like she’s taking Ryan’s affection for granted, and that won’t end well. Sooner or later, he’s likely to find her unattractive and get the wandering eye. A wife should do what she can to be to keep her husband’s attention focused on her if she wants a happy marriage.”
Rachel looked at Janice with concern. “Do you know something I don’t about the state of their marriage?” she asked. “Has Ryan said something to you?”
“No, neither of them have said anything, and I haven’t picked up any negative vibes, either. I’m just saying, Raven should be proactive about this, before there’s a problem.”
“I’m also concerned about her health,” Janice continued. “Being that heavy can lead to all kinds of serious health problems that could be easily avoided. It can also make it more difficult to conceive and can result in a more difficult pregnancy if she does conceive. I don’t know about you, but I’m eager to have a grandchild from those two.”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Rachel. “I’ll have a talk with her.”
Janice had also mentioned in passing that her husband and son would be away at a men’s retreat with their church the following weekend. So Rachel invited Raven to have lunch with her at home that Saturday, and had her husband make himself scarce so she could talk to her one-on-one. Rachel prepared a completely healthy meal consisting mostly of salad with low-cal dressing and vegetable soup.
Raven immediately noticed there was nothing fattening to eat offered, but she didn’t say anything. The mother and daughter enjoyed each other’s company and caught each other up on their respective lives. Then Rachel got down to the real reason she had invited Raven over.
“Raven, honey, I was talking with Janice the other day, and among other things, the subject of your recent weight gain came up. We’ve both noticed it and are concerned about it. You’re heavier than you’ve ever been before. Janice was concerned that Ryan would find you unattractive and that you’d start having marital problems. Of course, we’re both concerned about the health risks of you being so heavy.”
Raven laughed at the absurd idea of Ryan finding her unattractive because of her weight. “Janice has it all wrong. I’ve intentionally gained this weight because of Ryan. It turns out he’s an FA – a fat admirer, meaning fat girls turn him on. He really liked the weight I gained during my pregnancy. He’s helped me to realize that being fat and being beautiful aren’t mutually exclusive, and that I’m both. He’s really helped me overcome my low self-esteem that came from having been fat my whole life. I’ve come to not only accept that I’m fat, but to appreciate that I’m fat, because it helped me land such a great guy. As a matter of fact, I’ve forbidden him from calling me Raven anymore, at least when we’re alone. I only let him call me Fat Raven. I used to despise that nickname, but now I’m very proud to hear him calling me that.
“Janice herself once told me a wife should make herself as attractive as possible to her husband if she wanted a happy marriage. So I asked Ryan if he’d like me even fatter still, and his answer was an enthusiastic yes. And he’s loving these extra pounds I’ve added. He can’t keep his hands off me!”
Rachel smiled, “Well, I’m glad to hear that Ryan is not only okay with it, he’s all for it. But what about your health?”
“That’s one of the things I love so much about Ryan,” Raven replied. “He always put my best interests above his own. Despite his own wishes, he would not agree to me gaining weight unless I first got a physical exam with a clean bill of health, and that I then did so only under a doctor’s supervision. So that’s what’s happened. I’ve been seeing my doctor every three months, and all of my numbers are still in the healthy range, except of course for my actual weight. But my blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar, and so on, are all healthy. If that changes, I agreed that I would stop gaining, or even lose weight in order to stay healthy. He told me he needs me to stay healthy so that we can grow old together. Isn’t that romantic?” Raven asked, as she smiled broadly thinking about how much Ryan loved her.
“Yes it is,” agreed Rachel. “Well, it sounds like you two have a good handle on this. I knew I shouldn’t’ve let Janice get me worked up about it.” Raven asked her mother, “Do you want to tell Janice what I said, or should I tell her myself? Or maybe I’ll have Ryan set her straight.”
“It’s probably better if I get back to her,” said Rachel. “Otherwise, it’ll look like I ratted her out. Which, of course, I did,” she said, smiling.
So Rachel reported back to Janice what Raven had told her. But it just sounded like crazy talk to Janice. Her son was into fat girls and wanted his very fat wife to get even fatter? Incomprehensible! Her morbidly obese daughter-in-law was otherwise perfectly healthy according to her doctor? Impossible! Janice could only conclude that Rachel was making excuses for her daughter and was in denial about Janice’s very serious concerns.
Janice decided that she needed to talk to Ryan directly about this. At her next opportunity, she did. “Ryan, sweetie, I’m very concerned about Raven’s weight. But when I mentioned this to Rachel, she told me this crazy story about Raven being in perfect health and that she was intentionally gaining weight because you wanted her to. I think she must be delusional or something. Either that, or she’s just repeating what Raven told her, and it’s Raven who’s delusional.”
Ryan replied, “Mom, no one is delusional. It sounds like Rachel did repeat what Raven told her, but every word of it is completely true.”
“Are you telling me you actually like her being so big, and would like her to be even bigger still?” Janice asked. “Yes, Mom, that’s what I’m telling you,” replied her son.
“But none of your other girlfriends were overweight,” observed Janice. “You’re right, Mom. I’ve always had a thing for fat girls, but until I got involved with Raven I was in denial about it. I was too worried about what other people would think. When I fell in love with Raven, I finally realized that no one else’s opinion mattered to me one bit, and never should have mattered.”
Janice still couldn’t get her head around anyone being attracted to fat girls, least of all her own son. But there was no sense in trying to argue that point, since he freely admitted that he was. “But what about her health?” she asked. “It can’t possibly be healthy to be that obese, no matter what Rachel or Raven say.”
“Apparently Raven just has a body that tolerates extra weight well. I don’t understand it, either, but it’s true. I’ve seen the lab reports from her doctor with my own eyes. All of her health numbers are in the normal range, both before she started gaining and presently. If they weren’t, I’d insist that she lose weight, or I wouldn’t have given my blessing to her gaining weight in the first place. The last thing I want is for her to be unhealthy, especially doing something to try to please me.”
“Oh, and I noticed you’re avoiding using the word ‘fat’,” said Ryan. “Don’t. Raven certainly doesn’t. She’ll be the first to admit that she’s fat, and she’s actually come to embrace that term. She even insists that I call her Fat Raven, and she has everyone at work calling her that, too.”
“I just don’t understand any of this,” Janice said with resignation in her voice. “You don’t have to understand it, Mom,” said Ryan. “Just accept it, and be happy for us, because the two of us couldn’t be happier. We’re perfect for each other, and what’s amazing is that we were living right under each other’s noses all this time.”
Chapter 7: Career moves
Ryan was now starting his final semester of school, set to earn his master’s degree in May. He realized he needed to start seriously looking for his first professional job. But he needed to discuss what kind of job he should consider with his wife. Even if he had evolved into being the dominant partner when it came to feeding or sex, their marriage was very much a partnership, which is how they both wanted it.
“Fat Raven, we need to discuss what kind of job I should be looking for, because my choice is going to affect you, too,” he told his wife. Fat Raven was confused. “I thought there was no question you were going to be an accountant. What else would you do with a master’s degree in accounting?”
“True, that,” Ryan said, “but there are different kinds of accountants, just like there are different kinds of doctors. The main types are tax accountants, auditors, and corporate accountants. Most people think of tax accountants; they’re the ones that people most likely would have business with. Tax accountants working for individuals work 80, 90, 100 hours a week between late January and mid-April every year. It’s brutal. They have no time for anything but work and sleep during those months, and sleep isn’t promised. There are other times of the year where it gets busy, too, mostly when quarterly tax filings are due, but those are nothing like late winter and early spring.
“Auditors have to travel a lot. Depending on where the clients are located, it can mean frequent travel for at least a week at a time, often multiple weeks, including overseas trips. Corporate accountants keep the internal accounting records of a business and report the company’s financial situation to the senior executives. They can be employed by the business whose books they keep or by an independent CPA firm who has a contract to keep a business’ books. It’s the most stable work, but it’s not as easy for someone new to the profession to break into.
“CPA firms, both the giant international firms and the small local ones, also employ both tax accountants and auditors, but the small ones mostly do tax accounting and corporate accounting for small businesses. The giant CPA firms mostly do mostly corporate accounting and auditing, but have a reputation for taking advantage of their junior employees – working them to death and not paying them very well. But it’s a great thing to be able to list one of those firms on your resume, so a lot of new grads work for them and put up with the crap for a few years so that they can use it as a springboard to something better.
“With my high grades, I shouldn’t have a problem getting a job in any role with any of these. It’s more of a question of who do I want to work for and what kind of work do I want to do. They all have pros and cons.”
“Well,” said Fat Raven, “I’m going to be selfish. I don’t want you constantly traveling or having to work until you drop from exhaustion for months on end. Those are jobs for single people. I married you so that we could be together. When the time comes for us to have kids, it’s also going to be a lot harder on me if you’re unavailable for extended periods of time. But I’m not going to tell you what you can and can’t do; I’m just stating my preferences.”
“Your preferences are very important to me, Fat Raven,” said her husband. “That’s why we’re even having this conversation. I hear what you’re saying and I value your input. I know what I need to do now.” “Which is?” asked Fat Raven. “To get an in-house job with a company as a corporate accountant,” replied Ryan.
“Are you okay with that?” his wife asked. “Because if you’re not, we need to keep talking about it. I don’t want you to be miserable or blame me for stifling your career.”
“I’m fine with it, I promise. I was thinking the same thing for the same reasons. You just confirmed it, that’s all.”
So Ryan began targeting his job search accordingly. After a couple of months of looking, he accepted a job offer as an in-house corporate accountant for a mid-sized corporation whose headquarters were nearby. Ryan was able to negotiate his start date to give him time to take Fat Raven on a proper honeymoon between school ending and work starting. That was something else the two of them would have to discuss, where they would go on their honeymoon.
“So, I’ll have two weeks off in mid-May between graduation and when I start work,” Ryan told Fat Raven. “I assume you can also get off work then. Where do you want to go and what do you want to do on our ‘real’ honeymoon, my plump princess?”
“Yeah, I’ve been anticipating that was when we would do this, and Suzanne knows I’ll want time off then,” Fat Raven replied. “I’m certainly not up for outdoorsy stuff like mountain climbing or kayaking with a body like this. Someplace with a lot of all-you-can-eat buffets, I would think,” she said mischievously. “Cruises have those, and so does Las Vegas if I recall correctly. Not that I’m into gambling or anything. Vegas has a lot of shows and concerts and that kind of thing, too. Come to think of it, Atlantic City or Nashville or Branson might work, too.”
Hmmm, she thought. I could wear a bikini on the beach at Atlantic City. That would get Ryan’s dick hard for sure, and it might be fun to see people react to a 300 pound woman in a bikini. Fat Raven decided she should find a great place for them to go rather than dump it on Ryan and then have to shoot down his choices. “Let me look into this some, and I’ll get back to you,” she told him.