Chapter 4 - her pig - his point of view

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself and put some boxers on when I nearly tripped over something on the floor. It took some time until I realized that it was our old scale lying in the middle of the room. What the hell was it doing there? Out of habit I just turned it on and stepped on it.
I had to lean a bit over to see the numbers on the display.
230.58
"What the hell", I said out loud. This could not be. It had to be wrong and so I tried again.
230.62
How could that be possibly true? How could I have gained 30 pounds in four months without realizing it? I checked my boxer shorts.
XL
When did I start wearing XL. That was huge. At least that's what I thought a year ago when I wore M.
I looked up in the mirror. Well I guess my face was a bit rounder and a little double chin had formed. Had my pecs been that cushioned before? I did not quite remember. When my view fell upon my midsection I immediately new where most of the pounds hat stuck to. My boxer dug deep into my hips and my gut while my bum was straining the fabric at the back. The little ring of softness that spilled over the waistband four months ago was now a full grown spare tire. And four months ago I wore size L. From the side I could see how plump my ass had gotten and it looked weird how it and my belly stuck out. They looked unnatural to me, like if someone had just inflated them like a balloon.
I laid my hand on my ass and grabbed it as if to convince me that it really was my bulbous butt that I saw in the mirror.
With my height I had objectively passed "begin chubby" 20 pounds ago. I was fat but it didn't feel like it. I mean if I was fat shouldn't my conscience tell me to feel uncomfortable, shouldn't I want to loose weight?
Standing there, naked in front of the mirror, having gained about 60 pounds of fat in just about 10 months, I felt good. I felt really good. I touched my belly, my thighs, my pecs and felt the softness I had neglected in the last four months. I was fat and I loved it.
When this realization hit me I was lost in thought and did no notice when she entered the room.
So I was startled when two hands suddenly reached around me and grabbed the roll of fat, hanging over the waistband. I felt her warm body pressing against my back.
"There are you, handsome. And I was wondering what took you so long? And what does it say?"
"What do you mean?", I asked still confused by her sudden appearance.
"The scale you're standing on?"
"230"
I saw her face lightening up in pleasant surprise. "230", she repeated, "that's quite a number."
She pinched the fat between her forefinger and her thumb, just like if she wanted to measure my growth with her hands.
I did not know what to say at this moment and so I fell back in denial.
"Maya, I really don't know how I gained so much and I am just as surprised as you, when I stepped on the scale. I know I have gotten quite chubby"
"Chubby?", she chuckled, "You have passed quite chubby 20 pounds ago, my love. Fat is what you are."
I blushed.
"Well, then I will start working out. I will loose weight, I promise".
"Yeah right, remember how that worked out last time for you when I found you stuffing your face with cheesecake and jerking off while doing so. I don't think you have the self discipline to do it. I actually think that deep down you enjoy being heavier, deep down you want to be fat. Because why in the world would you want me to feed you all the time?".
Silence.
She was right. But I couldn't tell her that, could I?
Even now it turned me on how she touched me and played with my added pounds.
"Have you ever dreamed about me, wanting to make you fat?"
I blushed again.
I remembered that afternoon when she caught me and how I had imagined her saying: "Eat for me, eat and get nice and fat." Even then I wanted to be fat but I did not realize it at that time. And now that I did I was too surprised to say anything.
She looked at me, smiled a seducing smile and then whispered in my hear:
"Well, what if I would tell you, that I actually do enjoy your expanding curves and that I love to play with all your new softness. What if I wanted more of you and your deliciously growing body? What should I do?", her hands started playing with the plushness of my midsection.
"Feed me!", I whispered barely loud enough for her to hear.
Her mouth formed a devious smile. "What did you say? I couldn't really hear it."
"Feed me.", I said louder while I couldn't really believe this was happening.
"Haven't I done this already? Didn't I feed you deliciously fattening treats all these nights?"
In retrospect it had dawned on me for a while that I liked my fuller body. She knew of course that feeding me during foreplay or even while we were having sex was a huge turn on for me but I had never imagined that she would do it to make me gain weight.
Somehow this idea was turning me on even more and soon my swollen dick pressed tightly against the fabric of my boxers. If she really wanted me to gain a bit more and she should be the one who worked for it.
"I guess you just have to feed me more?", I said and smiled.
"You would enjoy that, you greedy pig, wouldn't you?", she asked teasingly and I felt her hand sliding down to my crotch. By her erect nipples showing through her T-shirt I could tell that she was aroused as well.
"You may be right. I will feed you every meal from now on and you have to eat everything I feed you until I decide that I stuffed you enough. So what do you say? Will you let me fatten you up, my little porker?"
I wanted to say: "Yes, my love. Make me your big fat lover."
But one last question emerged from my queasy conscience.
Feeling concern and excitement at the same time I asked the defining question:"How much?"
She looked at me and then smirked.
"Oh not that much. Just a bit.", she giggled.
She patted my belly and then squeezed the fat of my love handles between her forefinger and her thumb, as if she was testing how much I had grown. Then her hands moved up the sides to the front and she grabbed my softening pecs. At last she slapped my butt cheeks and looked how they jiggled.
Then she hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear:
"I love how those 60 pounds padded your body in exactly the right places. But in my dreams I am stuffing you with even more of the richest and most fattening foods. Your body starts blowing up, inflated with fat until your ass finally rips your XL boxer shorts apart, your love handles are rounding to a full-blown spare tire while your man boobs fill out to snugly fit a D-cup bra. So tell me, do you want to share my dreams and make them reality? Do you want to be my personal feedee, my growing boy-toy, my fattened pig?"
Every word she whispered catered to my fantasies and arousal surged through my body. Her hand found my throbbing member and she slowly started sliding it up and down my shaft, while her other hand explored my chubby body. Even if I had wanted to stop her I wouldn't have found the strength to fight my lust, my inner demons. And so I let her continue, as silent consent to all what she had said.
While her hand moved faster and faster she breathed words in my ear that should resonate in my head for the upcoming months while I slowly grew into the men she desired: "Pigs like you are good for at least two things, ***ing and fattening and I will ensure you, you will have plenty of both."