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Marty


Tom was scanning his office mail when a small, pink envelope caught his
attention. He placed the other mail on his desk, then opened the card. The
small, clean hand writing said, "I have heard that you're a man who appreciates
the BIGGER pleasures of the world. One who is interested in the art of feeding
for gain... If this is so then meet me in the Garden Cafe for lunch on
Saturday. Don't worry about finding me there, you should be able to figure that
out for yourself."

He couldn't imagine who would had sent him the note, but it aroused his
interest. His imagination momentarily flashed scenes of an enormously fat nude
man gorging himself happily. Shaking his head slightly, he placed the note in
his jacket pocket. The Garden Cafe would be where he eats lunch on Saturday.

As he entered the Cafe he paused to look around. The place was crowded and he
was unsure how to find this mystery man. Then he spotted him sitting at a table
by himself. He must easily weigh 400 pounds he thought, and he was gorgeous!
His tight red shorts accented every lushes curve of his fat body. As he admired
him form he looked up and saw him staring at him. He smiled and motioned him to
join him. Tom made his way over to his table and sat down across from him.

"Hi, I assume you're the one who sent me the note?" he asked.

"My name is Marty, "he said "And I hope you didn't mind my sending that note so
mysteriously. But after a friend of mine told me that you love fat men, and
that you even talked of fattening a man to enormous proportions I knew I just
had to meet you. What I want to know is how interested you really are in
feeding?"

Tom felt his heart beating faster. Could this gorgeous man be his dream come
true? He carefully formed his thoughts. "The act of feeding a man is the most
sensuous thing that I can think of. There is nothing I would rather do then
help a beautiful man gorge himself constantly until he can't eat another bite.
To watch his belly swell and grow larger and larger as his weight increases is
ecstasy to me."

Marty took his hands in his. "I think this could be the start of a beautiful
feeding friendship. Now why don't you order me some lunch and we'll find out!"

Tom called the waiter over and began to order. "I would like to have the chefs
salad and a black coffee for myself. The man will have the Lobster bisque,
Pasta Primavera with extra cheese, the crepes with strawberries, a large order
of garlic bread, and a pitcher of strawberry margueritas." Tom looked at Marty
and was puzzled by the frown on his face.

"This place makes the best stuffed pizza around." Marty turned to the waiter.
"Add one medium stuffed pizza with everything and a pitcher of beer please."

The waiter closed his open mouth and left with the order. Marty turned back to
Tom. "If you and I are going to become serious you have to think BIG! There are
three things that I love. Lots and lots of good food, having my belly stuffed
to the limit, and a man who is not afraid to feed me until I'm the fattest man
in the world."

Marty ran his hands over his big belly. Tom was flabbergasted, he had never met
a man like Marty before. Here he was, the man of his dreams DARING him to
fulfill his wildest fantasies. He knew if he lost him, there would be no chance
like this again. He put aside all his inhibitions, prejudices, and worries
about what anybody else might say.

"I know nothing about you Marty, except you're the man of my dreams. No other
man has ever been able to excite me the way you do. It will be my greatest
privilege to prove to you that I AM the feeder of your dreams."

The waiter arrived and began placing Marty's order in front of him. When he was
done Marty picked up the bowel of Bisque and drank it right down. Marty poured
himself a margarita as he cut the crepes into four pieces and shoved large fork
fulls into his mouth. In moments the crepes were gone. Marty drained his glass
and filled and emptied it three more times in quick secession until the
margaritas were gone. The pasta also disappeared with quick efficiency. Tom
watched in awe as he methodically polished off the meal. Marty's stomach was
bulging from the huge lunch he had just eaten, and wasn't sure if he could eat
desert. But when Tom took a whole Black Forest cake off the desert tray, a
shiver went down Marty's back. Tom cut the cake into six slices and placed them
in front of Marty. Marty picked up one piece in his hands and bit into it. He
finished the slice and went onto the next, and the next until the cake was
gone. His stomach was more bloated then ever before. And the material of his
red t-shirt seemed incapable of accommodating the huge bulge. Tom paid the
bill, then helped Marty out of the cafe and into his car. "We have the rest of
the day in front of us, what would you like to do now?"

Marty smiled wickedly, "You've been watching me eat for the past hour. Why
don't we go to your place and I can watch YOU eat me! Being so stuffed like
this makes me very horny, and if you buy me an ice cream cone I'll let you have
a taste from between my thighs."

He stopped the car at an ice cream stand and bought the biggest banana split
they had. Marty dug into it with a vengeance even though he was still stuffed
from lunch. As he swallowed the last spoonful, his shirt gave up and ripped
open around his belly. Toms eyes bugged out as he watched Marty's belly burst
free from its confinement. Marty giggled and ripped his shirt even farther to
let his entire belly hang out. "That feels much better!" said Marty. "I like
wearing tight cloths, but that shirt was just too tight."

Tom raced home and helped Marty out of the car and into the house. "You have a
nice place here Tom," Marty said as he looked around. "Do you have anything to
eat around here?"

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Marty, while I run out to the store?
By the way, you might find some something to wear in the closet in the
bedroom." Tom looked at him shyly. "I have, uh, well I've bought some sexy
things in the event that I ever met a man like you. I hope you like them." Tom
ran out the door as Marty went into the bedroom.

Marty opened the first closet and found his suits and shirts neatly hung up.
But when he opened the second closet it was his turn to be amazed. It was
crammed full of the sexiest cloths he had ever seen. He pulled a pair of black
silk jockeys out and held it in front of him. It was a little two small for him
so he put it back. Marty went to the end of the closet and pulled out a red
leather jockey. It took him a moment to realize that it was enormous! He held
it in front of him and figured two of him would fit in it.

Tom walked into the kitchen holding bags of food for Marty. His heart stopped
when he came in to meet Marty. Marty was wearing a tight black leather jockey,
leather straps, and chains. He leaned against the wall and eyed the grocery
bags. "If you expect me to fit into that red leather jockey, then you had
better be prepared to do some major stuffing. Are you sure you're up to the
task? When I start getting that fat you're going to have to do everything for
me."

Tom dropped to his knees in front of him and threw his arms around him. He
buried his face in his fat belly for a moment. Then he said, "I have committed
myself to you, Marty. You're the reason that I live and breathe. Your every
wish is my command. Your every need is my duty to fulfill. Taking care of your
every need is what I was born to do. And even if you never gained another pound
I will always be yours forever."

Marty pulled his head back into his belly and held it to him. "In that case, I
want you to stuff me until I'm a thousand pounds of pure, fat bliss."

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