chapter 5

Mike was glad to stand up because he was struggling to bend in the middle with the pressure of all that food inside him. At least he could breathe properly. He tried to take a deep breath... and then wished he hadnt. Oh this was proper pain. Pain of the like he had never felt at any of the party nights. He thought he'd experienced pain in the play area when someone had attached the nipple clamps he was wearing to a TENS machine and turned the dial to full. Oh, it was nothing in comparison to this! He was loving it!
When he stood up, he had a barely perceptible stomach mound. Yet he walked like a woman who was nine months pregnant. He held onto his tiny ultra tight stomach. Caressed it, stroked it. Every touch sent ripples of delight through his body. Jennifer was going to get such a seeing to when they got back... if he could move by then!
A simple move such as sitting down in the car was so difficult. Putting on the seatbelt took a bit of doing too because he could not bear anything touching his ever so tender belly. He felt every single bump in the road.
Getting out of the car was just as difficult as getting in. He moaned and groaned, with his hands on his belly as he walked up to Jennifer's house. He complained, but these were new feelings to him. They were not critical complaints. He complained because he was so uncomfortable, because the discomfort and pain brought him pleasure.
Jennifer made him lie down on the sofa. She took off his too tight shirt and massaged his tiny belly, and below his groin. He was already erect. Who knew that eating so much could make a person so aroused?
"I am going to make you so fat, Mike. You will be so fat that you will not be able to walk through that door. You will be so fatteningly fat that your belly will touch the floor when you go on your hands and knees."
"Oh" he gasped! The thought of that happening nearly made him come there and then!
"You will become so greedy and fat that people will think you are a pig," she continued, putting the emphasis on the F of fat every time. "You will get so fat and gluttonous that you will do nothing else but eat fattening food all day! It's all you want, to get fatter and to eat!"
The taunts had the desired effect. He came, squirting his baby serum all over his underpants and trousers.

Jennifer let him lie as he drifted off to sleep. He'd done well. But she was not finished with him yet!
She let him sleep for only an hour. She woke him up with a kiss. She sat astride his legs. She felt his stomach. It was less taut than it was. That meant he had a little bit of room for more food.
She reached over and pulled the coffee table nearer her. There was a plate of six jammy creamy sweet finger doughnuts there. Before the day was done, he was going to eat every single one!
Mike could hardly believe it was she picked up the first one and told him to 'open up'. He'd already eaten so much today! He couldn't possibly...
she forced the doughnut into his open mouth before he could form the words to complain. It was not just one tiny bite, it was the whole lot in one go! It was all forced into his mouth! He felt the cream ooze out onto his lips and onto his chin. His lips were covered with sugar. He chewed with his chipmunk cheeks full. He couldn't even close his mouth properly there was so much food in it.
"Chew and swallow, my little piggy, chew and swallow!"
He chewed and swallowed, then gasped for air.
Jennifer's trained hands felt his belly. She picked up another doughnut and rammed the whole thing into Mike's mouth. He got a dollop of cream on his nose this time. She waved her breasts in front of his eyes as she taunted him again.
After six doughnuts, Mike's belly was as full and tight as ever. She rubbed it and kissed it, imagining how much bigger it would look in a month or so. She smiled at him as she pulled off his underpants and kissed him down there. She was not going to kiss his face. It was covered in sugar and cream and jam!
She took him in her mouth, still touching and rubbing his sensitive belly. She brought him to a climax, then left him alone to sleep it off.

He'd done well today, but it was still very early in his fatman career. At one stage she though she'd pushed him too far, but he had taken everything she had given him.

An hour or so later, he woke up and headed off to the toilet. She praised his efforts, but it was time for him to go now. Next week he should come over on Friday night and expect to spend the weekend at her house. What would they do? Well she was not going to say exactly, but he could expect a feast of gluttony!