The Woman Who was Bred For Eating

Jacques Mason was sitting somewhere in his study, reading through a book he had written. The room he was in was absolutely warm, as was the rest of the manor. Jacques had  a two-toned hairdo. That is, he had a black swept top, but, greyed sides. Along with it, was his former moustache. This man had a good-looking body, hidden under his robe. Jacques looked at his watch from time to time, until he heard his door being knocked.

"Enter," Jacques said, without looking from his book.

A young woman, weighing no less than 300 lbs., came in, calmly, and said, "Mr. Flay is here to see you, sir."

Yes, Jacques was married, but he couldn't help but blush each time that young girl would say something like that. Perhaps it had to do with her face, as he thought of a soft pear with eyes and a mouth.

"Right, let them in." Jacques said, as the maid gestured for the guest to enter.

An equally aged man, Mr. Flay wore his suit like a 22-year old man. He was accompanied by his wife, Mrs. Flay, who no longer looked concerned about watching her weight, as she now dwarfed the maid. Mrs. Flay had a sparkling, red dress that was customized by a mysterious organization--which was owned by Mr. Flay.

Mrs. Flay sat on the reclined bench, while Mr. Flay sat in a chair across from Jacques.

"Forgive me for the delay, Mason, but, you know by now that my wife has to eat properly."

"But, of course. Now, then, how can I help you?"

Mrs. Flay said, "You were going to tell us about Tamara, correct?"

"I say," Mr. Flay said, "Where is your wife, anyway?"

"She's sampling our culinary staff's talents. Being her, I would understand why she would have to keep the cooks fresh, and on their game, so to speak. After all, they are her personal cooks." Jacques looked at the young maid, and said, "Could you get us something to drink, please?"

"Yes, sir."

The maid left to get some drinks. Jacques smiled and said, "Now, then I'll entertain you with my story."

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"Tamara Von Watson was born to rather successful people. Her mother was a high-profile CEO and her father was a popular wrestler. How they found love is a mystery. Tamara doesn't like to admit it, but she was bred for eating. Her mother's side of the family treated most dinners like banquets, and her father held large feasts to celebrate things like title runs, and all that. Because of this, there was never a time when she was away from food. When she was about 7, she could easily eat a whole platter of small cakes, if you give her time.

Tamara was about 21, when she wandered into my manor. As soon as my guards brought her to me, I discovered that she was a fan of some of the novels I wrote. I happily obliged her in giving her an autograph, but then she asked for tutoring. I was about to say something, but she caught the scent of well-cooked meals, and fled to the kitchen. To make sure she didn't ruin anything in the home, I had to follow her.

I will say that she has an amazing appetite. Like I said, she was bred for eating. She had eaten one whole chocolate cake, and almost finished off a turkey. I can't say I've seen anything like that in my life. Even at her size (I believe she was 298 lbs. at the time), none of my friends could eat like that and not have their bodies disagreeing."

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"Surely, you punished her for trespassing," Mrs. Flay said, just before the maid came in with drinks, crackers, cheese, and sandwiches.

"I did," Jacques said, "I told her that she could either move in, or face time in prison."

"Ha," Mr. Flay said, "That greedy butterball'll learn not to--"

"Obviously, she chose to move in."

"Hm? Really, sir, you are too merciful. Didn't she have something planned out, if she were to visit your manor?"

"We took care of that."

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"Now, then, Tamara moved in, and spent her first night in the kitchen. My staff set up her bedroom, and things clicked into place. The next morning, Tamara could not find anything that could fit without her belly hanging over her legs. Likewise, all of her pants seemed too tight on her. An easy fix--the staff gave her larger clothes.

She eventually soared a little over 400 lbs. (which astonished me, at the time). Her huge form held such beauty for me, and I was just as determined to accommodate her every need. Within a few months, she rarely wanted to go out of the kitchen. If we wanted her to leave, we had to empty our fridges--which we did once--as she can sense food.

In the cold months, Tamara had to wear specialized clothes, as everything else was too small. On the day she reached 500 lbs., that was the day she ate a whopping 10 platters of dinners. It was unbelievable. At that point, I decided that I must have her for myself. Fortunately, she was single. I was single myself, as none of my friends took too kindly to the very tale I am telling you."

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Mr. Flay cocked his eyes. "Five-hundred pounds, you say?"

"Five-hundred." Jacques said back.

"Ophelia," Mr. Flay said, "This Tamara person could have already bested your record by now. You'll need to eat 4 whole dinners, just to catch up!"

"10 platters?" Mrs. Flay said, "Oh, my poor little tummy couldn't take that. She's a big girl--not a massive sack." She slowly massaged her huge flesh apron. "I wonder, do you have something...more fulfilling?"

"Well, I suppose I can invite you over to dinner," Jacques said, standing up, "After all, you two friends showed no opposition to my romantic preference. Now, I don't want to sound childish, but you two got me to leave my shallow fears behind, and give the larger lovelies a chance. Now, then--this way!"

The group headed out of the study, and to the dining hall.

It was a glorious area, and massive, so as to accommodate the large woman. There were large seats, and several chefs, each working to keep Tamara full.

"More!" Tamara bellowed between platters, "More!"

Mrs. Flay saw Tamara, and said, "Oh, my. Is she even aware of how big she is?"

"Last I checked," Jacques said, she was about 780 lbs. "After all, my wife can eat for multiple families. I'm not sure how, but at least she keeps my kitchen fresh with good cooks."

Once the dinner was set (more like a few lunches for Tamara), they began eating. However, for Tamara, two maids had to feed her, as she could not feed herself.

Mr. Flay inspected the area, and looked closer to Jacques. He then whispered, "Is it even possible to call Tamara's dinners snacks?"

"Like, I said, she was bred for eating. You and your wife are free to stay as long as you'd like--you can't beat my wife."

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