chapter 4

Mike walked slowly back to Jennifer's feeding station. He pushed his tiny belly out at much as he could deliberately making himself look fatter. He would have arched his back as well, but he couldn't walk that way and carry drinks at the same time.
He placed the drinks on the table, then grabbed Jennifer's hand. He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately. He was so randy and aroused that he struggled not to rip her clothes off and *** right there.
The party had barely started, but Mike wanted to go home, taking Jennifer with him. He could barely contain himself he was so excited!
Her ordered a taxi and helped Jennifer on with her coat when she found it. He didn't know where his was. He didn't care about getting cold. He just wanted go get out of here as quick as possible.
Luckily, Jennifer was still thinking straight because she insisted on him wearing it. She found it and helped him put it on. Meanwhile Mike paced the floor impatiently.
In the taxi, under the cover of their thick coats, Mike undid the quick release mechanism of her corset deftly. He fondled and suckled on her breasts and was keen to go lower, but Jennifer was able to keep a level head and stop him. The driver was already suspicious. He had every right to throw them out.
They travelled to Jennifer's house because Mike was too busy to give directions. She gave him the keys to let himself in while she paid the wide eyed taxi driver.
As soon as the front door closed behind her she threw off her coat and dropped her corset. She hitched her short skirt up higher so that she could run faster.
Mike was in the living room, he had left his coat in the hall, strewn on the floor. His top was off, his shoes and socks were off and he was struggling to get out of his too tight trousers.
She ran towards him and kissed him. She had never been as passionate as this before. She helped him with his trousers while he helped her out of her knickers and skirt.
They collapsed on the sofa and had mad, passionate sex, they rolled off the sofa onto the floor.

It was over quickly. They both lay there hot, breathless and sweaty.
"Feed me!" Said Mike. "FEED ME!... I want you to make me grossly and grotequely fat! I want people to notice how FAT I'm getting! I want to get FAT so quickly that people think there's something wrong with me. I was so be so FAT that I'm bursting out of my clothes. I want to be FATTENED like a PIG! FEED ME NOW!"
Jennifer was a little surprised by his request, but she was happy to oblige him. It had not been long since she had stuffed him to his limits. He could not be that hungry yet.
She brought him a tub of ice cream. It was cool and smooth, full of sweet fattening calories and would not bloat him out too much on top of the food he'd already eaten.
They lay on the sofa together and she fed him by the heaped tablespoon. She fed him and watched him until he was overful and dozing.
Then she checked her cupboards. She'd emptied them of all the unhealthy stuff after Simon had died. It looked like she might have to make an early morning dash to the supermarket to stock up for her new little piglet!
Mike was more than a little disorientated in the morning. He remembered what had happened last night. He was not in the least bit hungry. He was used to getting up and going for a run before breakfast, but there was to be no more running for him! The thought made him excited! Life was going to run at a more sedate pace from now on. More food, less exersise meant lots of new delicious fat! He couldn't wait!
Despite his lack of hunger he was going to have to force himself to eat. He had to start now, he guessed as the smell of sizzling bacon in a frying pan made it's way upstairs.

The big cooked breakfast Jennifer had made him lay heavily on his stomach. He was unused to eating so much so early in the morning. He felt so lethargic he just wanted to lie about, but Jennifer would not allow him to and e he had to do what she told him to.
He had to go home, get showered and changed, then come back to her house only if he was absolutely sure he wanted to be fattened up. If it had been the beer talking or anything else, then he could stay at home and nothing more would be said about it.

Mike looked at his figure in the mirror before he stepped in the shower. The muscle definition across his abdomen was not as obvious. He stroked his upper belly, it was nearly eleven and he still felt full after his breakfast. He questioned himself. Was he doing the right thing? Then he thought about the excitement of last night. He'd never experienced anything so exciting!
He pushed his belly out and let himself go rather than held everything in. He stroked his belly again. He smiled as he admired the mound in front of him. He arched his back, making himself look as big as possible. Oh yes! He wanted to look like this all the time, but without pushing his belly out! He was appalled, yet intrigued that making himself fat turned him on so much... and he hadn't even started!

He chose his clothes deliberately. He wanted to wear clothes that showed off his slim figure, clothes that did not stretch and clung in all the right places. Even his half digested belly mound from breakfast was visible, or he professed to see it. He imagined how it would look at the end of the day. He pushed himself out again, noticed how the buttons gaped, his wrinkled the fabric became. He wished he did not have to use his imagination so much.

He drove over to Jennifer's house. He took a spare set of clothes in case he got lucky again that night.
She looked him up and down. Before he started he needed to be weighed and measured. They needed to have a ground line to know how much weight he was putting on.
He weighed a slight ten and a half stones. His waist measured only twenty nine inches.
Next she took pictures of him with his shirt on and with his shirt off in various different positions. Later on, she would take some more.
But now, it was getting on for lunchtime. She reminded him that he would eat what she wanted him to eat and he would not stop until she told him to. He had no choice in the matter.
Mike agreed willingly.
She drove him to a country pub. They sat down in the restaurant area. Jennifer ordered for both of them. Mike didn't even get to see what was on the menu.
Ten minutes later an extra large plate was put in front of him. A traditional Sunday lunch with roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrots, parsnip, peas, turnip, cabbage and lots of gravy. He glanced over at her plate as he picked up his knife and fork. Her plate was less than half the size! How on earth was he going to get through all of this!
"Do I need to tell you what to do?" She asked sternly.
He picked up his first forkful and put it in his mouth. It was tasty enough, there was just so much of it, still he supposed there was no point complaining at this point. If he wanted to get big and fat he had to be a glutton. He would never get to be the size of a sow if he didn't eat like one.
"You have what they call a 'hungry man's portion' she told him. Some people order it, then struggle to finish. You, however, will eat every single bit of it, even if wer'e still here at three o'clock when they're getting ready to close. I hate wastage, Mike. If you don't eat it all, I will get them to box it up. You can have it later, as well as the surprise I have lined up for you!"
Mike ate. He ate half of what was on his plate, then he felt he'd had sufficient. Ordinarily he would have stopped there. His own willpower pushed him on. He ate slower, but he was really struggling when there was still a quarter of the meal left to eat. He had to take frequent rests just to get his breath.
'Loosen your flies' Jennifer advised him. 'Pull your shirt out to cover them. It will give you more room'.
Loosening his top button was not an easy task. His trousers were so tight and his belly felt so full. But once the button was loose, the zip did not need any encouragement to roll down. He pulled at his shirt and continued to eat.
At last he finished! He sat back in his chair and gave a big sigh of relief. He had never eaten so much, ever! He rubbed his poor overful belly. He was glad that was all over! Now he could just relax and allow his body turn all those glorious calories into even more glorious fat!
Oh but he wasn't finished! The waitress took his plate away and a few minutes later with a sponge pudding and custard.
Mike stared as Jennifer in disbelief. Surely this was not for him now, not after the huge large meal he'd just eaten!
"Come on now," she encouraged, "one day, you'll be able to eat all this and then ask for seconds. But you'll never get anywhere if you don't push yourself."
He knew she was right of course, but he doubted if anyone could actually eat a second plate of the massive meal he'd just eaten his way through. The thought of eating the heavy pudding as well made waves of nausea run through his body. He was so full, he could hardly lean far enough forwards. Nevertheless, he picked up his spoon and pushed spoonful after spoonful slowly and painfully into his mouth. This was not about the taste, it was not about speed or daintiness. It was just about finishing the bowl.
Jennifer's words of encouragement pushed him on. Eventually he finished the whole thing. Oh! He held on to his stretched, tight appendage. His shirt buttons gaped, revealing tight shiny flesh underneath. He held onto his belly with both hands and leaned back. Oh that was a mistake! Another wave of nausea hit him. After all that struggle yo get all that food down, it would be such a shame if he had to bring it all up again.