chapter 15 - the end - his point of view

She walked over and gently pushed me back until I was lying down on the couch. With a cat-like dexterity she climbed on top of my legs, making the couch creak under our combined weight. I felt her hands kneading and massaging the softness of my belly that spilled over my crotch even as I was lying down.
“Your belly is a magnificent work of art, my sweet piggy. Each stretchmark a testament to the 128 pounds I funneled into you within the last year.”
I shuddered under the delicate touch of her hand as she traced the red angry marks of my overindulgence. Each of her teasing words rekindled the still glowing embers of my arousal and I felt my erection grow, pushing deeper into the softness of my own underbelly. Then her one hand lifted my lower belly and I gasped as the other one took a firm hold around my throbbing member.
“So, my butterball, are you ready for my confession, ready to hear what devious dream of mine you just fulfilled?”
I nodded eagerly hoping for sweet sexual release.
She smiled gleefully and started to gently stroke her hand up and down my shaft.
“Remember when you weighed a measly 200 lbs only a few years ago. You had just gained your first 35lbs. I thoroughly relished the extra plushness and you seemed to enjoy it as well. Nonetheless you told me that you wanted to lose some weight. I honoured your wish and I stopped spoiling you during sex.”
“Then, one day I came home early and found you stuffing yourself silly with an entire cheesecake. Even worse, you had been clearly jerking off to it, the outline of your boner clearly visible against your boxers. I felt betrayed, angry and hurt. Later that night as you greedily devoured each piece of the remaining cake right out of my hands, I saw a way to make sure you would never betray me again.”, she smiled at me deviously.
Realization hit me hard as she leaned forward and whispered in my ear:
“Ever since that night I dreamed about making you so fat that your tubby arms could not reach around your belly anymore to grab your little dick buried deep down below. Then I would be in full control of your sexual pleasures and you know how much I love to be in control.”
With these words she fastened the pace of her hand and waves of arousal surged through my body, making me quiver and moan in excitement.
“Even fattening you up aggressively, I thought it would take years for you to reach this point, but I underestimated what a greedy porker you are! And so today you actually made my dream come true.”, she grinned and let go of my dick. Leaving me like a helpless beached whale at the brink of orgasm.
“So tell me, my butterball, do you have a fantasy of your own that I can help you become reality?”, she purred, her hot breath against my neck, her teeth gently biting my earlobe. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her to touch me, to release me.
“I … please …”, I tried to answer her fighting the all-consuming lust clouding my mind.
“What do you want, my sweet porker? You can tell me. Do you want me to stop feeding you, helping you to slim down a little.”
“No … Maya … please let me ...”, I started and then she cut me off.
“No? Well, of course I would be more than happy if you keep the weight I worked so hard to put on you. It does suit you well.”
“Maya”, I pleaded with her not to interrupt me.
“However, I would not object if you wanted to continue your fattening journey.”, she whispered seductively and then paused. As she spoke again her voice was softer, genuine and without the playful sexual tone she had used before.
“I really love you and I don’t want to impose anything on you, especially if it may cause health problems. So it really is your decision where to go from here. But you should know as long as I can still have sex with you, I don’t think you can get too fat for me. Even if your weight will make everyday life challenging, I will be there for you, care for you.”, she confessed.
Clarity returned to my mind realizing what she had just said. At the same time my boner twitched as her words summoned fantasies I had tried to suppress.
“I think there is still cake left”, I gently said and then looked her in the eye: “Don’t you think a good porker should finish his cake!”
She looked at me in surprise. Then I saw her smile turn into a devilish grin.
I oinked in response.
“My sweet porker seems to enjoy losing control.”, she teased me, “If this is your dream piggy, I will gladly help you fulfill it.”
At the same time she crammed the last piece of cake into my awaiting mouth I felt her hand wrap around my manhood again.
“I have to say you are impressively well hung down there for a hog of your girth. You know what this means, don’t you?”, she chuckled.
As I chewed and swallowed the sweet fattening cake, her hand slid up and down my shaft faster and faster.
“I see a lot of potential growth for my hog.”
As if my mind was removed from my body I heard my moans, muffled from the cake, grow louder and louder. Fireworks exploded in my head as my body convulsed and I exploded in her hand and onto my belly. For minutes the tingling sensation in my limbs continued, while she gently played with my belly.

“Maya, I am glad”.
“What do you mean?”, she asked me, her eyes caring and full of love.
“I am glad that you made me try the chocolate strawberries”.
A broad smile appeared on her face.
“I am glad you liked them.”