chapter 5

He surveyed the contents of the coffee table with greedy, gluttonous eyes, his belly still bulging from dinner. She lightly massaged his round stomach as he decided where to start.

"Having trouble choosing?" she asked, poking his lovehandle.

"Yes - it all looks so good."

She continued to poke and prod his side, which boasted a few rolls of fat unlike the front of his belly, which resembled an oversized beach ball. She pinched each roll slowly, carefully measuring how fat it was. He had certainly grown a great deal in the last month, she could tell he had been stuffing himself every day. This was apparent both in the size of his belly, and also because he was still somewhat eager to eat even after all he had consumed at the restaurant.

He picked up the brownie sundae and began shoveling forkfuls of it in his mouth. It looked so rich and fattening, the fact that he was eating it so eagerly pleased her. More and more calories to soften him up.

As he ate, she squeezed a handful of his fat stomach and whispered in his ear, "you've grown so big and plump."
She pushed her index finger deep into his soft blubber and held it there. "You just keep eating and eating and eating and eating."

She pulled her finger back, delighted at how quickly his fat sprung out. Certainly his belly had swelled a bit from the large meal he had eaten, but the more she examined him, the more she was certain that much of his newly rounded stomach was the result of him growing fatter.

He was finished with about three-quarters of the sundae when he paused to take a rest.

She tapped the top of his belly with her fingernail. "You feel like a water balloon that's ready to pop!" she prodded him again, this time in the area around his belly button where he tended to fatten up the most, "Such a big, greedy, plump boy."

"Are you going to finish your sundae for me?" she asked seductively, pressing her finger into his belly again.

"Yes." He replied.

"Then eat, eat, eat, eat, eat." She pushed her finger further into this round stomach with each repetition.

As he continued eating the sundae, she rubbed his belly lightly with her fingertips. After just a few minutes, he had finished the dessert completely. She put the empty container and fork on the coffee table and began rubbing his stomach more aggressively, pushing her fingertips into his soft fat.

"Mmm, that feels good." He said, enjoying the relief he was getting from her hands massaging his plump, overfed belly.

"Well, if you want me to keep rubbing this big, fat tummy of yours, you have to keep filling it."

She handed him the apple pie.

She pinched his plump side. "Stuff yourself." She poked her finger into his lovehandle. "Eat until you feel like you'll need to be rolled." She patted the front of his belly, making it jiggle. "Gorge yourself until you feel like you're about to pop." She pressed her fingertips into his belly. "We need to make sure that you're fat enough to eat, don't we?" she said with a smirk.

He ate a few bites of the apple pie.

"How is it?" she asked, squeezing a handful of his belly.

"Good," he answered, stuffing his mouth full with more.

"Tell me what it tastes like."

"The filling is really gooey and sugary," he took another large bite.
"And the crust is buttery and flaky."

"And what do you think all that sugar and butter is going to do to your belly?"

"Make it fatter."

"Mmm that's right - make it fatter." She rested both her hands on his belly and gave it a little shake, "it's going to be bigger...."
She lightly ran her fingertips from the top of his belly all the way to the bottom, "rounder...."
She pressed her fingertips into the area just below his belly button, "and softer."

He was about halfway through with the apple pie. She could tell his belly was starting to really fill up. She pressed on the area just below his chest and found there was only a few inches of give. She knew that giving him a little motivation now would ensure that he finished the rest of his desserts.

"I'll tell you what," she said, her hands pressing various parts of his belly to see how full he really was, "If you can finish the apple pie right now, I'll give you a belly rub for five whole minutes, no eating required. Ok?"

"Ok!" He said, sounding slightly relieved.

"Alright, I'll be right back." She disappeared into her bedroom.

Knowing that there was a respite in sight, he began to guzzle down the remainder of the apple pie. He was putting the last of it in his mouth just as she returned.

She placed a small bottle of baby oil on the coffee table and sat next to him.

"What a good, fat boy you are." she said, poking his belly. "A plump, growing boy like you needs lots of and lots of food in his belly at all times, and look how big and full yours is." She put both hands on his lower belly and pressed gently. Then she slid her hands up further beneath his undershirt. His body was so warm and soft. She lightly grazed his nipples with her fingertips; he let out a soft moan.

"Now, let's get you out of this tight shirt." She lifted the bottom of his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then, she put a few drops of baby oil on her hands and got to work on his round, fat belly.