chapter 13 - fulfilling her dream - her point of view

She gently rubbed his rumbling stomach to ease his aches. Once in a while he burped or stifled a belch as he slowly digested the thousands of calories she had filled him with.
She smirked as she thought back how the thought of her fattening him up by another 100 pounds had been enough to drive him over the edge. He really had become the epitome of the submissive feedee. She was dreaming of the months to come. She was sure that it was only a question of time until her ultimate sexual fantasy became reality. A fantasy that had hadn’t left her mind ever since she caught him jerking himself off, while greedily stuffing cheesecake down his throat. Even just thinking of it, the welcome feeling of arousal warmed her.
She looked over to him.
“Are you ready for another round”, she asked.
He looked at her in disbelief: “You prepared more shake?”
“No silly, but why should only you have fun tonight?”, she chuckled.
“Just plain and simple sex?”, he asked not really believing her.
“Well, I can throw in a few donuts for my growing porker”, she teased while caressed his distended belly.
She smiled as she saw his manhood rise again at the mention of more food. She had conditioned him well.

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She placed an exquisitely large red velvet cheesecake on the couch table and beamed at him.
“What is the occasion?”, he asked her pleasantly surprised. She could see that he was worrying that he had forgotten their anniversary or some other important date.
“I think today is the “day”, my cute butterball.”, she replied mysteriously.
“And what day is that supposed to be exactly?”, he asked, a little confused.
She smirked: “I will tell you later, honey. First, I insist you try the cheesecake after all you look so famished today. We can’t have you lose any weight, can we?” As to prove her point her hand wandered down to his t-shirt to where his belly now lavishly expanded over his 7XL boxers.
She knew that he wasn’t famished, especially after she had devoured a large portion of lasagna for dinner. And he certainly hadn’t lost any weight. Quite to the contrary in fact. She had made sure of that. However, after all tonight was one of ‘her’ nights, so he had to fulfill her every wish. And when she said ‘try the cheesecake’, she really meant ‘try to finish the cheesecake’. He knew this by now.

He started walking over to the couch, but she stopped him. She was not ready to let him eat just yet.
“Wait, I think it is better, if you take those off”, she winked at him and gestured to his boxer shorts and T-shirt. The white T-shirt clung tightly to his body and shaped his rolls to give him the appearance of an obese version of the Michelin man. It took him awhile to take it off. His recent growth made him now struggle with everyday tasks and she loved every minute of it.
As he finally pulled the T-shirt over his head, first his ample belly and then his plump moobs expanded into their natural sagging form. She immediately felt the tingling sensation between her thighs and greeted him with a passionate hiss, her hands digging deep into the massive roll of fat that once had started as cute love handles.
“Sorry, but you know I can’t resist this excessively plush body of yours.”, she whispered. Then her hands wandered down. One heaved up his belly, so that the other one could reach between his legs. She softly cupped his balls and his cock with her palm.
She softly breathed in his ear: “Is my porker ready for his cake?”
She knew exactly what effects her words would have on him. Having grown into her submissive boytoy he loved nothing more than being controlled, teased and humiliated by her. Within seconds she felt his manhood grow in her hand. Her fingers gently massaged his expanding bulge and he rapidly grew fully hard.
“Good”, she smiled devilishly, “Now, let’s get you out of your boxers.”
With ease she helped him out of his underwear and then pushed him down on the couch, making it creak under his weight.
“Let me get a knife for the cake”.
With these words she disappeared into the kitchen and when she returned she not only carried a knife but had also stripped down to her underwear. While his body had expanded dramatically over the last year, she had maintained her stunning curvy figure and loved to tease him with it.
So she made sure to bend down right in front of him as she skillfully cut the cake into twelve pieces.
When she was finished she turned around to him, flashed a wicked smile and then sat down in the recliner opposite to him.
“Now I want you to eat, baby! Can you do that for me?”, she cooed. Then she spread her legs and her hand wandered down to where her panties were already darkened from her arousal.

He leaned forward to pick up the first piece of the cake. Inevitably he spread his legs and his belly sagged down between his thighs. As its softness heavily pressed down on his erection, he could not help but moan and immediately blushed.
Enjoying his embarrassment, a smile spread on her face. She laughed mockingly and then added: “I am glad that you are enjoying your belly, too. But I better not find you fucking your belly, while you can still fuck me. Now, eat for me!”