DeepL translated story with minimal-no corrections. Machine translation is getting pretty good.
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Thu 24 Jun 2021 16:47:56
No.2449 Original
Gula. Acedia. (by Czechfeeder)
Adele stretched out sleepily in bed. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and she still couldn't get used to not being woken up. Richard, her husband, had left a week ago for a six-month internship in the United States and suddenly Adele had a new life.
"And much more pleasant," thought Adele. Richard was a stickler and a stickler for detail. Sometimes she felt that he treated her like a little girl. He planned her time, told her what to cook, even gave her advice on dressing. The cycle of work, squash, gym, shopping and cooking, laundry. Over and over again. Before the wedding and in the early years of the marriage, this suited her submissive nature perfectly, but in the last few weeks it was fatigue. She felt like a cog in a clock, an insignificant worker in a giant anthill.
To rest, she took a two-week sabbatical from work. And she enjoyed it. The first week she did nothing at all. She lounged in bed, read and occasionally downloaded a movie from the internet. She skipped gym and squash, indulging in all the treats Richard forbade her to eat: fried food, chips, chocolate, the occasional dessert.
She kept it from Richard unconsciously. She knew how obsessed he was with her slim figure, so she made an excuse about her illness in the first week. He communicated with her via skype and even gave instructions remotely. It was annoying. One day he even noticed a bit of tartar sauce stuck to her chin. She told him it was low-fat yogurt. Other days, the jet lag allowed her to pretend she was going to work. Plus, she made the excuse that she had accidentally deleted her Skype and couldn't fix it, so their communication was limited to email.
She was enjoying her last few days off and mentally preparing to return to work. During the week of lounging she had gained almost two pounds, but she knew that after a few hours of aerobics and Zumba she would be back down to her 68 kg weight. She wasn't looking forward to it at all, she loved lounging in bed.
She clicked on Richard's email. He was describing his life and work, and of course he had his favourite topic: "American women are usually fat as pigs, you better go work out twice a day so you don't grow an ass. And skip dinner!" At that moment, something inside her broke. She's not going to do his bidding anymore, she's going to teach him a lesson. She's not going to work out for six months on her own. And she'll eat whatever she wants. She'll see that she doesn't have to obey him in everything and that she can do what she wants.
The thought filled her with a strange excitement. On the one hand, a pleasant feeling flooded her, coupled with the idea that she wouldn't have to police herself in her eating. But she was also flushed with the knowledge that she would be doing this behind Richard's back and how furious he would be when he found out. How would he probably look?
She decided she would enjoy the last three days of lazing around. She didn't even feel like going shopping, so she ordered a bunch of treats and litres of Coke online. That night she overate for the first time in a long time. She lay on her back in bed, watching TV and enjoying the feeling. She didn't fall asleep until after midnight, groggy from the unusual dose of sugar. She felt like a drunk.
When she woke up the next morning, she remembered that sweet feeling again and realized she had enough food to bring it on again. And the upside was that she was in no danger of a hangover from overeating. All she had to do was wait for it to come off. And stuff herself again.
She replied to Richard's email ("Yes, I work out every day, I'm busy, I send my kisses."), rolled into bed and reached for a bag of chips.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. By Sunday night, all the food was gone and the scale showed her at 72 kilos. She wrote an email to Richard describing her exercises and diet. Then she ordered four large pizzas and decided to celebrate her last day off. Two hours later, she was lying on her side on the couch, totally overfed. And she still had almost half her order left. She imagined the look on Richard's face. She grunted in pleasure. She ran her hand into her crotch, feeling how wet she was. She shoved another slice of pizza into her mouth and began to masturbate.
In the morning, she called in sick to work. The next call was to the order service. She spent the next 14 days the same way. She spent the whole day lying in bed in front of the TV, eating and masturbating. Her weight jumped to 77 kilograms and her panties began to dig into her waist. Her metabolism, accustomed for years to an active lifestyle, began to store the calories consumed on her body.
In her emails to Richard, she kept writing about her work and detailing her visits to the gym. She found a kind of perverse pleasure in it. Like overeating. She indulged in it at least once daily. The feeling of lying completely stuffed in bed was, in her opinion, the best thing in the world. She wondered if she felt that way herself and found a site on the internet about chubby girls. She devoured with interest the profiles of several fat girls. She was amazed to find that there were many paid sites where girls were getting fat for money. And she found some of the fattening stories so sexy that she longed to become one of the heroines.
The next week, two things happened: she fattened up to 80 kilograms and was fired from her job for absenteeism. And then she started to run out of money. Richard was a tightwad and so sent her a small amount each month to supplement her salary. And she couldn't have asked for more, because she kept emailing him about going to work, exercising, and the occasional spoonful of yogurt. Richard's return was still more than four months away and she wanted to enjoy it. And teach him a lesson. "Just enjoy it," she thought to herself, her hand stroking the fat kidney that had settled on her belly. The 10 pounds she had gained in two months filled her with intense excitement. Her ass had grown, her breasts, even her arms and thighs were softer and somehow more supple to the touch.
She sat down at her computer and typed an ad on a chubby forum, "Maybe my idea is a bit utopian, but I would like to find a solvent man and a feeder in one person. I am a submissive and perpetually hungry handsome fatty who is looking for a longer term pampering relationship. More via email... "
Within two days, her email had gathered nearly 50 replies. She sorted out the ones she wasn't attracted to and prepared for her first visit. Over the next week, she met with 20 of the most interesting candidates, from which she selected the top 6. She felt like she was on some twisted reality show. Each one was totally different from the others. But they all had one thing in common: they liked that she was getting fat. And they were ready to help her.
On Monday morning, Mark came in. The butcher, a man as strong as a bull. During several trips to and from the car he filled her fridge with steaks, cold cuts, salami, sausages, tripe, in short, everything she could get a craving for during the week. He then watched with tenderness in his eyes as the grease from the mutton dripped down her greasy chin onto her breasts. They had rounded out nicely in the last few days, stretching every shirt to bursting. He watched in silence for hours as she gorged herself on the meaty delicacies and washed them down with beer. When she was so full she was unable to move, he kissed her on the forehead and left. Adéla was so stuffed and dazed from the excess of food and beer after his visit that she fell asleep immediately.
And in the morning she was awakened by Ruda and Zdeněk, professional cooks. All day and night they prepared the meals she wanted. With only one rule: what she ordered, she had to eat. They took turns in the kitchen and in her bed without any sign of jealousy. Only when she was so full that she was unable to swallow a bite and the skin on her stomach was painfully tight did they both engage in sexual play.
She slept like the dead after such a shift until Wednesday evening when Tomas rang the doorbell. He was young and handsome. And he treated her like a prostitute. He asked her what she wanted, then ordered food over the phone. He waited in silence until she'd eaten everything, then made love to her. I have to say, he ordered really big portions and she often had trouble eating them all. Then she was lying overstuffed in bed and Tomas threw a crumpled wad of bills at her feet. But a big wad.
Adele stretched out sleepily in bed. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and she still couldn't get used to not being woken up. Richard, her husband, had left a week ago for a six-month internship in the United States and suddenly Adele had a new life.
"And much more pleasant," thought Adele. Richard was a stickler and a stickler for detail. Sometimes she felt that he treated her like a little girl. He planned her time, told her what to cook, even gave her advice on dressing. The cycle of work, squash, gym, shopping and cooking, laundry. Over and over again. Before the wedding and in the early years of the marriage, this suited her submissive nature perfectly, but in the last few weeks it was fatigue. She felt like a cog in a clock, an insignificant worker in a giant anthill.
To rest, she took a two-week sabbatical from work. And she enjoyed it. The first week she did nothing at all. She lounged in bed, read and occasionally downloaded a movie from the internet. She skipped gym and squash, indulging in all the treats Richard forbade her to eat: fried food, chips, chocolate, the occasional dessert.
She kept it from Richard unconsciously. She knew how obsessed he was with her slim figure, so she made an excuse about her illness in the first week. He communicated with her via skype and even gave instructions remotely. It was annoying. One day he even noticed a bit of tartar sauce stuck to her chin. She told him it was low-fat yogurt. Other days, the jet lag allowed her to pretend she was going to work. Plus, she made the excuse that she had accidentally deleted her Skype and couldn't fix it, so their communication was limited to email.
She was enjoying her last few days off and mentally preparing to return to work. During the week of lounging she had gained almost two pounds, but she knew that after a few hours of aerobics and Zumba she would be back down to her 68 kg weight. She wasn't looking forward to it at all, she loved lounging in bed.
She clicked on Richard's email. He was describing his life and work, and of course he had his favourite topic: "American women are usually fat as pigs, you better go work out twice a day so you don't grow an ass. And skip dinner!" At that moment, something inside her broke. She's not going to do his bidding anymore, she's going to teach him a lesson. She's not going to work out for six months on her own. And she'll eat whatever she wants. She'll see that she doesn't have to obey him in everything and that she can do what she wants.
The thought filled her with a strange excitement. On the one hand, a pleasant feeling flooded her, coupled with the idea that she wouldn't have to police herself in her eating. But she was also flushed with the knowledge that she would be doing this behind Richard's back and how furious he would be when he found out. How would he probably look?
She decided she would enjoy the last three days of lazing around. She didn't even feel like going shopping, so she ordered a bunch of treats and litres of Coke online. That night she overate for the first time in a long time. She lay on her back in bed, watching TV and enjoying the feeling. She didn't fall asleep until after midnight, groggy from the unusual dose of sugar. She felt like a drunk.
When she woke up the next morning, she remembered that sweet feeling again and realized she had enough food to bring it on again. And the upside was that she was in no danger of a hangover from overeating. All she had to do was wait for it to come off. And stuff herself again.
She replied to Richard's email ("Yes, I work out every day, I'm busy, I send my kisses."), rolled into bed and reached for a bag of chips.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. By Sunday night, all the food was gone and the scale showed her at 72 kilos. She wrote an email to Richard describing her exercises and diet. Then she ordered four large pizzas and decided to celebrate her last day off. Two hours later, she was lying on her side on the couch, totally overfed. And she still had almost half her order left. She imagined the look on Richard's face. She grunted in pleasure. She ran her hand into her crotch, feeling how wet she was. She shoved another slice of pizza into her mouth and began to masturbate.
In the morning, she called in sick to work. The next call was to the order service. She spent the next 14 days the same way. She spent the whole day lying in bed in front of the TV, eating and masturbating. Her weight jumped to 77 kilograms and her panties began to dig into her waist. Her metabolism, accustomed for years to an active lifestyle, began to store the calories consumed on her body.
In her emails to Richard, she kept writing about her work and detailing her visits to the gym. She found a kind of perverse pleasure in it. Like overeating. She indulged in it at least once daily. The feeling of lying completely stuffed in bed was, in her opinion, the best thing in the world. She wondered if she felt that way herself and found a site on the internet about chubby girls. She devoured with interest the profiles of several fat girls. She was amazed to find that there were many paid sites where girls were getting fat for money. And she found some of the fattening stories so sexy that she longed to become one of the heroines.
The next week, two things happened: she fattened up to 80 kilograms and was fired from her job for absenteeism. And then she started to run out of money. Richard was a tightwad and so sent her a small amount each month to supplement her salary. And she couldn't have asked for more, because she kept emailing him about going to work, exercising, and the occasional spoonful of yogurt. Richard's return was still more than four months away and she wanted to enjoy it. And teach him a lesson. "Just enjoy it," she thought to herself, her hand stroking the fat kidney that had settled on her belly. The 10 pounds she had gained in two months filled her with intense excitement. Her ass had grown, her breasts, even her arms and thighs were softer and somehow more supple to the touch.
She sat down at her computer and typed an ad on a chubby forum, "Maybe my idea is a bit utopian, but I would like to find a solvent man and a feeder in one person. I am a submissive and perpetually hungry handsome fatty who is looking for a longer term pampering relationship. More via email... "
Within two days, her email had gathered nearly 50 replies. She sorted out the ones she wasn't attracted to and prepared for her first visit. Over the next week, she met with 20 of the most interesting candidates, from which she selected the top 6. She felt like she was on some twisted reality show. Each one was totally different from the others. But they all had one thing in common: they liked that she was getting fat. And they were ready to help her.
On Monday morning, Mark came in. The butcher, a man as strong as a bull. During several trips to and from the car he filled her fridge with steaks, cold cuts, salami, sausages, tripe, in short, everything she could get a craving for during the week. He then watched with tenderness in his eyes as the grease from the mutton dripped down her greasy chin onto her breasts. They had rounded out nicely in the last few days, stretching every shirt to bursting. He watched in silence for hours as she gorged herself on the meaty delicacies and washed them down with beer. When she was so full she was unable to move, he kissed her on the forehead and left. Adéla was so stuffed and dazed from the excess of food and beer after his visit that she fell asleep immediately.
And in the morning she was awakened by Ruda and Zdeněk, professional cooks. All day and night they prepared the meals she wanted. With only one rule: what she ordered, she had to eat. They took turns in the kitchen and in her bed without any sign of jealousy. Only when she was so full that she was unable to swallow a bite and the skin on her stomach was painfully tight did they both engage in sexual play.
She slept like the dead after such a shift until Wednesday evening when Tomas rang the doorbell. He was young and handsome. And he treated her like a prostitute. He asked her what she wanted, then ordered food over the phone. He waited in silence until she'd eaten everything, then made love to her. I have to say, he ordered really big portions and she often had trouble eating them all. Then she was lying overstuffed in bed and Tomas threw a crumpled wad of bills at her feet. But a big wad.