chapter 7

In another two months he was feeling less alarmed about the arrangement; moments of anger and frustration becoming fewer and further apart. He was eating huge amounts and gaining weight rapidly - almost 10 pounds a week. He looked forward to his meals and ate them voraciously until he was stuffed, delighting in her encouragement and approval. He craved that approval and the attention that followed, and worked at eating a little more than she demanded and she demanded a lot. He felt fat and heavy; the growth actually excited him now. It made him want more. His belly swelled out onto his thighs and around his sides. Looking down it formed an increasingly heavy and expanding globe beyond which dwelt his often turgid manhood and swollen, aching balls. Overeating and sex were so intertwined he couldn't have one without the other.

She teased him about his appetite and weight gain as he ate: how big his belly was getting, his now round face and double chin, about how difficult it was getting to reach him under his stomach and between his thighs. She would pinch him to see how thick his fat was at various places.

He found it increasingly difficult to do anything physical. In addition to his size, months of inactivity had left him increasingly weaker -- she was about as strong as he was now. But it was not just the result of inactivity but the periodic crash diets she would inflict on him when his gaining slowed. When he gained less than a pound a day she would cut his calories back to the bare minimum for about one week. She would keep him full of vegetables and liquid but a minimum of fat and protein, knowing it would diminish his muscle mass and kick his body into storing more fat when the overfeeding restarted. When it did, he would overeat like never before and gained at an accelerated rate. He could feel himself getting weaker as his body ballooned and he had no control over it. He was getting to the point where he couldn't get away even if he wanted. She knew it and she let him do whatever he wanted to, even exercise. After several attempts on an exercise bike, he couldn't, and soon didn't even want to try. She had made him a prisoner of his body and his appetites. He ate spoonful after spoonful and forkful after forkful of fattening American treats. Steak, mashed potatoes loaded with butter, cakes, pies, pasta, lasagna, casseroles, sweet bread, the list goes on. He had no choice but to chew and swallow. Bite after bite. His mouth was constantly stuffed full. In went two pounds of steak. So juicy and good. Potatoes au gratin. Pan full. More and more huge mouthfuls shoveled in one after another. What frightened him even more was that his belly seemed to be ROARING with hunger. Everything tasted so GOOD! He was finding it hard not to moan in pleasure at the feeling of being stuffed with more and more food.