Chapter 6

Jason proved himself to her and plans were made that night for the wedding to take place three months from that day. He took over the kitchens and worked closely with the sultan’s family in planning the wedding banquet. Jason had Aysun sample each tasty dish he was thinking about making for the feast. He enjoyed watching her put on weight which of course meant that he had much more than thirty-two pounds to add to his portly frame to match her. This also meant several all day stuffing sessions with the feeders as well as with the cooks in the kitchen. He’s sit there as cooks presented him with dish after dish…eating each completely…offering suggestions on how to improve and moving on to the next…his belly stuffed larger and larger.

As the wedding day approached, he sent out several invitations to some of his good friends and his sister who were astounded not only by his weight gain but by his good fortune to gain such a bride and a dream job – never having to worry about his future happiness. The wedding ceremony was simple compared to the complexity of the wedding feast afterward. The five hundred guests and government officials were brought to an ornately decorated room filled with flowers and the good wishes for the bride and groom.

The orchestra began playing and the food was served. This was interrupted with the sultan making the formal presentation of the bride and groom to the company. Jason and Aysun were placed on a stage in two chairs which looked like a king and queen would sit there. Jason gratefully took his place to the lovely Aysun pulling up, adjusting the waist of his pants which were quite loose.

The sultan and his wife and favorite courtesan took their seats directly across the stage from the coupe and signaled for the procession to begin. Each guest brought up a wrapped gift which was graciously accepted then delighted in feeding the bride and then the groom a small cake or dessert. The sultan watched with great pride and amusement as he saw Jason’s eyes bulge when it must have dawned on him how full he was becoming and that there were well over three hundred more guests left to go.

Aysun’s belly puffed up under her taffeta dress into a very round ball and continued to grow larger as she was stuffed to bursting by her guests. Jason could also feel and see the effects on himself. His pants were longer loose and tightened like a vice as he expanded. With no more room, his engorged middle began to inflate outward…widening…tightening. Aysun needed to recline after awhile. People marveled at how large she was becoming. She gasped and panted her way through the last one hundred or so people – nearly in a trance so engorged with food.

Jason would have loved to watch her progress, but was having trouble managing his own.

The sultan approached the exhausted groom with a last gift of food. “May you always remain fifty pounds heavier.” He began to stuff poor Jason with the rich cake. Beyond pain, Jason concentrated on chewing and swallowing. At his last bite, there was a resounding applause. The two stuffed newlyweds were then gently carried and taken to the bridal chamber. They were fully inclined on padded settees as they were shown to the happy guest. The round, fattened bride a symbol of fertility in her swollen state.

Both were taken off the settee in their chambers and placed next to each other on their bed. Jason’s arms were unable to touch his massively weighted down fat before him. His belly so ballooned with excessive eating made his thighs part wide, unable to close, his arms unable to reach his sides. They could only look longingly at each other unable to move. Their fingers struggled to touch…their arms and legs stuck out helplessly from their bloated bodies…stretching…stretching…and finally his fingertips brushed hers…