"Really? You don't mind that I'm trying to get you fat?" Cole asked, with a twinge of excitement in his voice. "So, you won't mind if I keeping fattening you up?"
"Of course not! I love eating like this! And not having to work it all off in a gym would be fantastic!" She lifted her shirt up and looked at her swollen stomach as she rubbed it, gently. "And besides, I see what you mean. It really does feel sexy. I feel *so* good!"
"Well, how big do you think you might want to get? Do you think maybe a fifty pound gain? Or a hundred pounds?"
Phoebe tried to picture it. Her belly blowing buttons off of her blouse. Her fat growing rolls and sitting in her lap. Gaining until none of her belts were big enough anymore. Sitting down to eat some more and her stomach covering her thighs completely. She started to think about her big, fat stomach. It was so large and soft, but she just kept stuffing it, like a beach ball full of jelly. Even her arms would be like pillows, and her legs as wide as her waist was now.
"Let's just go for it and see how fat I get before we make any plans." Phoebe said.
"Okay, if you're sure you want to." Cole replied. "But I should warn you, I can fatten you up quite quickly, when I my mind to it. You may gain more than you expected before you decide to stop."
"Before *I* decide to stop? Who says I wanna stop it. I was worried that I might get fatter than you would like." She replied.
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