Chapter 3 - persuaded to eat and fatten

I have John just where I want him now. I am between his legs now, feeling his sweaty warm bloated belly against my forehead as I feast between his thighs. John so wants to fight his desires, and he is so full of food. He says he doesn't want to become fat, but I know I can persuade him to not worry about it.

But really, what do men want when you get right down to it? They may say they don't want to be fat, but what they desire the most is so overpowering. They really can't say no when asked properly. "Go ahead and eat, John, eat, and you'll feel better."

He moans. My lips and tongue play with John's erection, as I feel all his resistance melting away.

"Don't you want what I'm offering, John? I made this pumpkin pie just for you, and I'm going to make it worth your while if you eat every bite."

Without a word, he begins to eat. As he eats the pie, I suck and lick his erect manhood, carefully pacing the rhythms so that he becomes more aroused as more and more of the pie disappears. If he slows down, I slow down. He stops for a moment, and I stop, moaning vibrations into him, as I feel him moaning also.

He doesn't stop again.

The pace grows faster and more furious with each forkful of pie. Finally, as he swallows the last bite of pie, I let him cum.

A bit out of breath, I lick my lips, and then sit back on the floor and look up at John. His belly is now so distended that several of his shirt buttons have already given way, exposing his fat, round gut. So delicious looking. Yummmmm.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" I ask.

John just moans and closes his eyes. "I can't believe what has just happened," he says softly as if to himself. His hands reach down to rub his belly. "I'm going to get fat if I do that very much."

"Yes, I suppose you will," I say rather matter-of-factly, smiling at him. "I suppose you will."
"I don't want to get fat."

"Yes, you do," I say rather harshly, and he falls silent for a few awkward moments.

"I should leave now. I must get home." He has a worried look on his face.

"Nonsense! It's far too late for you to be travelling on these slick, snowy roads, so you can stay here tonight. Besides, I've prepared the guestroom for you."

I stand up, and with some difficulty, I pull John to his feet. I lead him down the hall and show him my small guestroom with its huge bed, heaped with soft pillows.

On the nightstand is a big plate of freshly-baked chocolate-chip cookies and a tall glass of milk. John eyes the cookies and milk suspiciously.

"I'll see you in the morning then," I say, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

I shut the door behind me, then go into my bedroom, just the next room over.

Secretly, I observe John through a full-length two-way mirror. As he undresses, I see him catch a glimpse of his bloated body in the mirror. I smile as he views my handiwork. What a wonderful shape he is in due to my fabulous cooking and unstoppable seduction of him!

He does not seem to like what he sees in the mirror. He frowns a little in disgust, almost as if he's ashamed of himself. I can't help but chuckle to see him like this.

"Fabulous," John mutters to himself flatly. "Now, I look pregnant!" He pats his gut and pulls at his love handles a little. Such a cutie, so adorable!

He looks into the mirror and repeatedly attempts to suck in his belly. Try as he might, though, it still bulges out so glorious and so huge.

Then, he sits down on the bed and reaches for some cookies. As he eats, he turns off the light and lies down. He moans a little as he tries to get comfortable with this huge new bulging body of his. He reaches for another cookie then another. He sits up a few times and drinks some milk until it is all gone. Finally, when the plate is empty, he drifts off to sleep, snoring softly and no doubt dreaming of me.

As John passes into that wonderful dreamland, I retreat to my kitchen to prepare a big breakfast for my houseguest. He will probably be hungry when he awakens.

And if he's not, well, I believe I can persuade him to eat - just a little, haha!

The End?