The Big Feeding Bundle

By Cindy Johnson

This 4-story bundle is sure to excite and please lovers of erotic weight gain. You'll get hot stories of growing supermodels, girlfriends who just want to getter bigger and bigger, and loving husbands who help their wives grow to their ultimate potential. A celebration of food, curves, and the sexiness of gaining, this sexy little story bundle is bound to get readers hot and bothered!

Happy Eating!
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This book is for adult readers. Themes and characters are 21+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy Johnson
• Release date: Jun 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498948357

Cindy Johnson

Cindy Johnson enjoys writing steamy books that help her readers enjoy life, relax, and learn about their sensual side. When not writing she enjoys exploring Central Park, talking with her Shiba Inu, and drinking hot chocolate on windy mornings. 

Book preview

Stuffing the Supermodel

Jason hated his job. He had spent years in school, learning extraordinary dishes, delightful sauces, and wonderful decadent desserts. He had spent 2 months alone learning to perfect cheesecake! And yet, here he was, personal chef to the worst client in the world.

It had seemed like a dream job: the personal chef of one of the most famous super models in the world—Aria Leen. He had pictured making exquisite meals every day and watching his fabulous employer nibbling on it with her perfectly shaped lips. He had dreamed of watching her run her long graceful fingers over his delicately fried tempura, murmuring in ecstasy as his creations assaulted her taste buds.

But then he realized what the rest of the world already knew – models don’t eat. Aria was obsessed with her figure and weight, and refused to eat anything even remotely delicious; she was afraid it might make her want to eat even MORE if she actually enjoyed herself. So the diva allowed Jason to only make a very small set of items. He got to make rice cakes (at least she let him make them from scratch instead of buying them at the store,), chop up baby carrots, and serve incredibly small bowls of oatmeal. Day in and day out he watched her eat the same three things. It was maddening to him.

He had to admit, somehow the diet was working though. A normal woman on that diet would look like a person stranded on a deserted island and slowly starving to death. Aria just looked delightfully slim. Her legs were long and lean, with a nearly four-inch gap between them – allowing her to walk the runways in Paris each season. Her stomach was flat and taunt, but not sickly so. The only thing that looked rather small was her breasts, which hardly filled a handful. But Jason had heard that this was desirable in the fashion world as it made her fit more easily into the sample clothing. That might be true – but he thought it made her appear shrunken and un-feminine.

Considering she wasn’t skeletal even with her bare diet, Jason could only conclude that she must have an incredibly slow metabolism. She was secretly a fat girl, whose body wanted nothing more than to inhale delicious sweet treats and increase its lovely curves. But yet here she was, hardly eating anything to keep her place in the fashion world. And she was miserable the whole time. Jason knew it – he knew because he had caught her leafing through cookbooks with a wistful look. He knew because she became enraged when she saw another plate of baby carrots coming out of the kitchen. Sometimes she would direct that rage at him, or the other staff (saying horribly bratty things to everyone within earshot). But he knew the anger was really directed at herself, at her misery in neglecting her true nature.

This had continued for months, and Jason was sick of it. He was tired of being bored beyond belief in the kitchen. He was tired not being able to even test out new recipes because the smell ‘nauseated her’ (he knew that really meant it tempted her to eat herself silly). He was tired of watching this beautiful, funny woman kill herself slowly to be popular for a bunch of industry stooges who couldn’t care less about her well being. He felt he had to do something, or else both he and her were going to lose their minds with unhappiness.

He spent weeks planning and plotting. He looked through piles of cookbooks trying to find recipes, he cooked secret practice meals whenever she left the house, he even asked her friends what types of things she enjoyed eating before she became famous.  Eventually he pieced together a picture of her former life – she had been a funny, witty and kind woman who loved her grandmother’s Southern cooking. Fried food, things smothered in gravy, and hearty pies – she had loved it all. But as she had given up all