Chapter 2

you whisper you want to make my belly soft until it hangs full in a large, protruding globe. That you want to stroke and slide your naked body against my increasing flesh, forcing me to get bigger and bigger so that you have more to touch and lick, more square inches of soft belly to press your naked, oiled body against. you wont take no for an answer, and you’ll continue restraining me if you have to, i’m yours to oil, feed, fatten and use for your sexual pleasure.

if i don't gain fast enough, you will continue the status quo, keeping me helpless in a room filled with softness and pillows, forcing me to rest, not letting me burn any energy i have consumed. you’ll touch your naked body to mine and press food into my mouth, making me swallow for you. you will turn the heat up to ensure i burn no calories keeping my flesh warm. you’ll coax me with touches but remove these intimate caresses if i pause from eating or aren't eating fast enough. i will become bigger, fatter, meatier for you. you want my belly to hang larger, lower, heavier.

you wake me by sliding your hand under my paunch and flexing your small fingers making my belly fat jiggle like a live thing. your touch causes me to become erect, but you snap it with your fingers. i am not ready for you. confused and blinking with pain i realize i am still on my back, still naked. you are naked as well, and kneel between my heavy thighs, forcing them apart and my manhood open to the world. you blow on it gently and you watch my fat quake as i struggle. i stretch again, arching my back, as you lean over and run your tongue in and out of my naval. you are driving me mad. your heavy breasts, large for someone your small size, hang beneath you, swaying as you slide up my belly. you reach for something just out of my vision and bring it to my lips. I try to turn away from you, but the restraints hold fast. eat this, fat boy you say. i do as you say. i continue eating until my abdomen is once again swollen from my soft man breasts to my pubic. i eat seemingly endlessly, pausing every 15 minutes or so to let my stomach empty into my swelling intestines. you won’t touch me though i long for you to. the only thing i feel are your stroking fingertips on my fat double chin as you feed me.

i have passed out for awhile, and as i open my eyes the room is dark. my gut throbs with unimaginable pain. the padded cradle i am on is now surrounded by candles and i am lit by their flickering glow. somehow i have been raised to a semi-vertical position, i can feel my great swag warm on my thighs. in the glow i can see my belly mounding away from me, tight and round. then i see you again between my legs watching me. you say: you are awake, good. i want you to see what i’ve done to you. and feel how i am fattening you. you press a button and my padded cradle lowers. you tower over me. You straddle me and kneel, your knees on either side of my stretched belly. i see you are completely shaven, your vagina glistening, your eyes heavily lidded. from a small jar you spread a warm oil on my abdomen beneath you and then gently and slowly lower yourself and begin to slide your womanhood back and forth over me from my breasts to my naval, back and forth, squeezing me, massaging my packed gut. i feel your muscular hardness against my soft skin. as each stroke reaches my naval, i feel my lower intestines swell and my underbelly skin stretch downward and outward with exquisitely erotic pain. as you rock you lean forward and grab my fat neck, your thumbs making slow circles in my soft double chin. for over an hour you do this, staring into my eyes, slowly rocking, your motion calculated to hasten my digestion as you massage my neck. i am incredibly hard, aching for release.

you say: you did a good job, you didn't fight me, you eat everything you can and then some. your belly is aching, overstuffed with food. i'm making you stretch it's capacity, enlarging your stomach to hold more and more. the larger your stomach is, the more you will have to eat to feel full.



you slide your hands over my body, your fingers coated in warm oil. you touch every inch of my plump body. you say you want my flesh pampered and fed to satisfy your desires. you want me to be soft and flowing, my body a swaying receptacle for you to dive into and wallow on.



with this you smooth your hands over my man breasts, stroking them, oiling them, bringing them to a point. you slide your pelvis up my chest, rubbing me with your slick nether lips, facing me, looking into my watering eyes. pulling my right man breast, and pointing it, you rub it between your firmer, rounder breasts. you somehow slide my nipple down your body, pressing it into your navel, then between the smooth lips of your womanhood. i moan with the strange sensation of my nipple being forced between your pink folds as you try to force this tender and erotically small part of my body to inexplicably enteryou.

your cleft makes my nipple wet with your juices, i struggle with this feeling of having my man breast sexualized. you force it just far enough inside you that i can feel you clenching with your innermost muscles, massaging my soft, vulnerable aerola. your head rolls back in forbidden enjoyment and you say: all of your body belongs to me, and i know you can grow even bigger for me, lover.

i am stretched beyond belief. i am fatter than ever before. i can hardly move, pinned underneath you by my rising and thickening flesh put there by your intense feeding. my upper abdomen is stuffed, round and tight, skin almost transparent from my feeding, yet my lower belly flesh, while swollen and full, is soft, like lard in a silk sack. you pull me to the edge of the padded cradle to see how far my gut spreads over my thighs. you cradle and massage it while crooning softly to yourself. you release my restraints and force me to sit so you can watch my gross belly crease and fold, roll upon roll like a pink spinnaker billowing between my thick and dimpled thighs. then smiling, you push my legs apart to watch gravity slowly pull it between them and lurch to a stop in a smooth bowl-like curve swaying between my knees. the depth of my navel astounds you. you touch me, amazed, running your hands over my vast surface. how close does it comes to the floor? you discover my quivering sack of fat is nowhere near your goal. disappointed you begin feeding me again, unmindful of my protest, pulling my head back, forcing me to swallow over and over as you massage my throat. you see my eyes flickering from the pain and the overwhelming sensations of being blown up from within and you slow, breathing heavily. reaching under my belly you feel my thick hardness that you know will soon be inside you, forcing yourself apart, splitting you, filling you. you kneel over me again and push me against the padding, refastening the restraints. i am a mass of soft warm rolls, folds and crevices so deep your entire hand disappears within. you straddle my thighs and with your head, push my belly off my throbbing manhood. i gasp as the cool air hits it, then gasp again as you take me in your mouth. my hips thrust upwards toward you, and you ride me like a bull, your hands digging into my upper thighs, my food swollen belly laying on your arms and head as you dine as if sampling an hors d'oevres.

readying me for more.