chapter 4

Finally, 2 weeks had passed. Our dinner with Lily was tonight. My girlfriend and I both wanted me to be at my fattest for the occasion and so, I ate more than ever. My days consisted of eating (or drinking shakes), having sex (while eating), sleeping and then repeating the same process again and again. I knew I had gained weight, how could I have not? However, I did not know exactly how much since weighing myself required me to get up, which was too much exercise for a mountain of lard like me. But today was an exception, we had to know how much fatter I had become in preparation for Lily.

I was just finishing a breakfast large enough for 5 people, in my bed of course, when my girlfriend entered the room, in her sport outfit. Every morning, while I was stuffing my face for more than an hour, she was actually working out and it showed. The sweat made her body shine, which made her body look even more toned. Of course, she needed to be in shape to take care of her massive boyfriend. However, I think she also liked to remind me what a normal body was supposed to look like when it is not covered by an absurdly large amount of fat.

"Alright piggy, get up. Let's see how much weight you've gained after eating nonstop for 2 weeks", she said.

It was easier said than done. Just sitting on the edge of the bed was a true work out for me at this point, but after a few minutes, I managed to do it. From there, my girlfriend took my hands and pulled her hardest until I managed to get on my feet. Right then, I remembered why I was almost never leaving my bed anymore. All my muscles were hurting and I had trouble breathing. My girlfriend noticed and said:

"Wow! You've gotten so out of shape lately. I promise that, after tonight, I will make sure you never have to get up ever again. Now, let's get you on the scale!"

I waddled to the scale, my belly slapping against my knees, got on it, and waited for the numbers to appear. I could not see the numbers, but my girlfriend's reaction informed me that I had surpassed her expectations.

"Oh my god, baby you are absolutely massive... Take a guess!" She said, smiling.

"I don't know 750 maybe?"

"You are 803 pounds, you huge mountain of fat. I know someone who is going to be really shocked tonight!" She replied, grabbing my fat. "Now, get back to your bed and eat, I want you well stuffed when she arrives,"

I spent the remainder of the day eating, while my girlfriend was preparing dinner. We tried finding something I could wear, but quickly realized that we had to settle for a t-shirt and pair of shorts that were barely able to hide my body. Actually, the t-shirt only covered my chest, letting my belly on full display. I was still eating when I heard the doorbell.

"Lily! I've missed you so much! How are you?" I heard my girlfriend say.

"I'm good thanks! So, where is your boyfriend?"
"How he is in his bed, we should go get him, the dinner is ready, and I am pretty sure he is famished."

A few seconds later, my girlfriend entered the room, followed by Lily. When she saw me, she froze for a moment. At first, she stared at my stomach which was covering most of my legs. Then she looked at the food packages lying all around me. She did not look disgusted, only very surprised. She was unable to say anything for a few seconds, but then managed to say:

"Uh... Hey! It's... It's been such a long time. You... You've changed a lot... I would not have recognized you."

"Yeah! I guess I have! I was really skinny when we last saw each other!" I replied.

"I don't know if I would say that! But compared to now, I guess you are right!" She said, laughing, and still staring at my fat.

After a few minutes of chatting, we decided it was time to go to the dinner table. With Lily's help, getting me there was a lot easier. The table was full of food. Enough to feed 10 people.

"Wow, are you sure that's not a bit much for 3 people" Lily said.

"Oh no! I'm sure big boy right here is not going to let any of it go to waste," my girlfriend replied, putting her hand on my naked stomach.

As it was to be expected, when they both finished their plate, I was already at my third. And I was not even close to being done. Often, I could catch Lily looking at my belly. Alcohol was making her lose her inhibitions and, while I was eating my 7th plate, Lily told my girlfriend:

"Well I guess I understand why you made that much food."

"And the worst is that he's been eating like that the entire day! He really is a black hole when it comes to food" my girlfriend replied.

"Well, with the amount of food you prepare for him, I have the impression that you actually want him to eat that much," Lily said.

"Right, well I do like him big," my girlfriend said, grabbing my gut.

"Let's be honest, at this point he is not just big. He is absolutely massive! But I guess it suits him well."

"You are absolutely right! Talking of that, I think we should get him back to his bed, or he might not be able to get up. You've not seen what I have ready for dessert!"

Once again, they both helped me get up and waddle to my bed. However, this time, I could feel that Lily was enjoying touching my body. She even made a few comments about how soft I was. My girlfriend did not seem bothered by the comments, she actually looked like she enjoyed them. I finally made it to the bed.

"You must be hungry big boy. I will go get the dessert right away. I would not want you to starve!" My girlfriend said, leaving the room.

"I don't think there are any chances of that happening. You clearly have enough provisions in this stomach of yours for a few years!" Lily said, putting her hand on my belly.

"Maybe a few lifetimes actually!" I replied, laughing.

"It's crazy how soft it is, even though it is clearly packed full of food. Now I understand why your girlfriend always keeps you so well fed."

At that point, Lily started playing with my belly, making it jiggle softly. That's when my girlfriend entered the room, with a cart full of cakes, cookies and ice cream. She noticed Lily playing with my belly and smiled. Then, she said:

"And I'm not done yet! Look at what I have here!"

"If you're going to make him eat all of that, the least we could do is help him take off those too tight clothes. They really look like they are restricting him."

"You're right, let's get those clothes off and begin phase 2 of his stuffing!"