chapter 8

"You are hungry indeed my sweet little prince. Oh you eat like a pig! I bet there's no filling you up!"

Stuff. Stuff. His belly rose. Stuff stuff. Whole pie--blueberry. Bite after bite. Swallow.

"Getting full yet?"

"MMMph!!" (Muffled by pastry sweetness.)

Chocolate cake. English meat pie. Chicken pie.

"Please... MMMph!!"
"What's that, can you repeat that? Your mouth was full?"
The woman removed the mask and asked him again "What was that?"
"Please no more food, I'm getting to fat, I can't eat any more"

"But my sweet fat boy. You are here now. And you are going to EAT!" As she put the mask back on and started the feeding machine up again.

More into his mouth. The machine made him chew. More. More more. Sweet goodness. Delicious. Delicious. More more more. She loosened the restraints as he grew that was holding him in the chair. "No more need of these, His belly grew past his knees. His thighs expanded. His breasts and belly were covered with filling, gravy, crumbs.

The woman poked a long bony finger deep into one of his soft exposed belly rolls. "This is what happens to greedy little boys who can't control their appetite. They get FATTER!"
Jack waited in misery as his overstuffed belly began to digest the massive amount of food that had just been crammed down his throat by his pitiless machine.

12 weeks later
I must be dreaming, thought Jack. He looked down at himself in horror as the machine stuffed him with éclairs, apple turn-overs, pie, cookies and ice cream puffs. Between mouthfuls he tried to beg her to stop. But she smiled patting his huge belly and the machine hummed on. His thighs were 39" around. His belly and chins and were swollen to impossible dimensions, growing. Growing. There was cream on his chin. The machine hummed and stuffed him like a turkey. He looked like someone hooked up to a hose--growing, ready to explode. Burst. So full full full. Fat. And growing. His arms and legs were forced to spread apart to make room for all his fat. His belly had spilt way beyond the edge of the chair and was continuing to swell bigger and rounder without any signs of slowing down. His deep belly button was getting ever more cavernous by the second.

His taste buds were in heaven, but his mind screamed for this madness to stop before he got any bigger. His basketball sized moobs were rapidly ballooning out to the size of jumbo sized small melons. His front was now totally exposed, but his expanding arms and back fat were still contained by his shirt, which continued to get tighter and tighter until it began to tear at the shoulders, his huge fat arms also bursting the sleeves. With his shirt and jeans in tatters, and his body long ago having burst out of his underwear. Now completely naked, he continued to grow bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter as the weight kept piling on. The deluge of food showed no sign of stopping. Flavor exploded in his mouth as a long line of French, Italian & German cheeses were stuffed into his two at a time. The food still tasted divine but he would have enjoyed more if he wasn't so scared he might pop at any second. The woman's advantage gave her a view she loved to see. She could see from above just how much him stomach filled up when it was gradually stuffed like this. It truly was an awesome sight. What started as a flaccid flesh bag was now a protruding dome-like mass, moving Jack's massive belly rolls off to the side and out of the way.

Several extra padded mechanical hands sprang out from the sides of the chair and began massaging his titanic belly as more rich fattening food was stuffed into his gaping mouth. The massaging seemed to help digestion and his weight began to increase even more rapidly.