Chapter 4

“What’s going on?” Jason asked him.

“You have been done the great honor to be selected to be in service with the sultan,” Gil answered.

“What?!”

“Let me explain. The sultan is a fat admirer. He used to enjoy fattening up some of his harem girls, but has found men to be more of a challenge. You will remain here to be filled daily until your belly holds no more. You will grow plump for His Greatness,” Gil said.

“And if I won’t cooperation?” Jason asked.

Jason felt a tightening in his ass as water surged into him, inflating him further.

AHHHHHGH……

“We took that into account. Filled with water or food – your choice. As you fill your belly with food, we will remove some water – one replacing the other,” Gil told him.

“Ok, ok, I get it. I’ll eat.”

With that a large cart was brought to Jason’s side. Steaming trays of kebabs, vegetables, breads, soups, and desserts were presented to him. The four harem girls were told, “Make Fat.” Two fed Jason while the other two kneaded his belly. Slowly he could feel the water leave him. But, the feeling of bloat was replaced by that of good warming food. His belly was expanded into a sphere – so bloated from the food and drink. Two hours later, Gil pronounced him as “full”. He was sponged down and assisted to a feather bed where he was finally permitted to sleep.

Jason got into the routine of rising late, being bathed, dressed, and measured by gorgeous women. Then he would spend most of the day being fed until he was about to burst and then placed into a hot bath again while still very swollen with food. His aching belly formed its own island on the top of the rose-scented water.

For the next three weeks, Jason feast on: oysters, fish balls, stuffed chard, stuffed vine leaves with ground meat, lamb with onions, as well as so many pieces of Turkish Delight. He ate slowly, thoughtfully, savoring every ingredient. Jason frequently asked how a dish was prepared or the ingredients. He would occasionally make suggestions to incorporate into the preparation of a particular dish. At first, the cooks humored him, but when they realized he had made subtle improvements, he quickly became a favorite.

The dished he was served became more complex and one of the cooks would be at his side as he devoured each dish to take down any suggestions Jason made about the food. T was during one of those consultations when he finally met the sultan.

The sultan was small-boned of average height. His well-tailored shirt was of white silk and his business suit Italian made of the finest materials. His ears were pieced and he wore several rings. The sultan’s sudden appearance set forth an interesting chain of events. The speed at which the men were fed or should say the intensity increased three-fold. Savage grunting began in earnest as each man tried to keep up with the quantities being stuffed into them. Soft caresses turned into hard belly slaps and painful jiggling of their bloated flesh.

Since Jason was usually compliant, he wasn’t normally placed in a holding device. But, in expectation of the sultan’s visit, he was fastened into a harness. He knelt doggy-style - his softened body and rounding belly best displayed. Instead of Jason’s steady diet of dishes, he was suffering through the ordeal of being pumped tremendously full of a thick paste like a cream of wheat – tasteless, gooey, and incredibly heavy inside his belly.

“More fat! More fat!” the man demanded of Jason’s bloated cheeks, slapping his face. Jason was brutally whipped to coerce him to suck in more as the sultan moved through the throng of fat men.

Jason felt like a cream puff being overly filled. So full. So heavy. It didn’t take long for Jason to feel that he had ceased expanding. There was simply no more room in his jam-packed belly. He had hit the pinnacle – discovered his limitations. He squeezed his eyes closed as tears streamed down his puffy cheeks. His belly which had long ago touched the floor was packed way beyond capacity. Jason began to feel he would surely die –his belly bursting open…in time pain overtook him…then everything just stopped. The gag and tubing being removed from inside his mouth. Though his tears he saw the imposing face of the sultan and he was far from pleased.

Jason cried out as he was forced to stand. He was supported by two powerfully-built servants of the sultan and brought moaning and panting to lay belly-up on a settee. Through his pain, Jason could hear the angry voice of the sultan reprimanding the feeders in their own language. Having picked up much of the language, Jason understood most of what was being said: “Fools…this one is special…if you’ve damaged him…bring me the clay…”

One of the women went running to the other side of the room and came back with a large container. She bowed, knee to the ground, holding the container over her head – presenting it to the sultan. The sultan opened the container extracting a large wad of a clay-like substance. Jason cried out as the sultan lightly brushed his skin.

“I am sorry, but this will help. I will try to be gentle,” the sultan said in English.

Jason’s fingers clutched the edges of the settee as the sultan began coating his abused belly with a thick layer of the clay. He moaned through clenched teeth as the sultan massaged in the smooth clay warmed by the man’s large hands.

THIS IS A BIG ONE, the sultan thought to himself. LOOK AT HOW TIGHT HIS SKIN IS STRETCHED ACROSS HIS GUT. HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS READY TO POP.

Jason breath was labored as he struggled not to scream.

OH, NO, thought Jason...HURTS TOO MUCH…CAN’T BARE IT…

“My cooks tell me of your expertise in the kitchen. I must confess I have truly enjoyed our unique…touch,” the sultan said as he expertly worked his fingers into Jason’s round, full belly. Jason could only grunt in response. Seeing his pain, the sultan began again, “I apologize for my servants’ enthusiasm. They know how much I appreciate a man being fattened and you have inflated so nicely…very appealing to me and my women.”

NOT SO PAINFUL NOW, Jason thought. THIS FEELS GOOD, BUT I’M SO FULL…SO FULL…

Ahhhhh…ooooh…ooooo…ahh… Jason breathed.

The sultan smiled broadly. He didn’t stop, never deviating from his task of massaging such a beautiful sphere. “It feels soft, yes? I see you are more comfortable now. As the sultan continued, Jason’s grip relaxed and he lay very still. He listened intently as the sultan made him two offers. The first one was that he desired Jason to come take over his kitchens. He would be responsible for family as well as state dinners. This would be an incredible opportunity for Jason and he knew it – instant fame. The fact that the sultan was offering this to an American would be news in the culinary field as well as everywhere else.

The second offer was more intriguing. The sultan explained he had a niece who was a large woman – about 380 pounds. She wanted a handsome husband who enjoyed food as much as she and wanted him to be much fatter than herself. She was a FA like her uncle. She loved and wanted to continue to fatten, but also wanted the fun of fattening a spouse.

Jason responded with an explosive belch. Jason hastily apologized. The sultan only chuckled, “No, no, that was the highest form of flattery for my cooks.”

In the background, Jason could hear a succession of burping and farting. The feedees cried out as the heel of a hand grinded into over expanded bellies or they were gut punched until they released the desired gas in a vain attempt to pull the attention over the rotund American. But, the sultan ignored them. The sultan gave orders to have Jason carried to a suite of rooms to be bathed, pleasured, and dressed. He was to be presented to his niece at dinner.