chapter 7

As he moved in and out of her slowly, she fed him bite after bite of the juicy blueberry pie.

His belly, almost completely stuffed, looked as though he'd swallowed a giant pumpkin.
As he ate the last of the pie, she began pressing her fingers into his round middle.

"You're getting so big and fat."

He picked up the pace of his hand inside her.

"Am I fat enough to eat?" He asked, as he moved his hand faster.

His whole body jiggled as he fingered her, especially his arms and belly. Seeing all of his soft, jiggly flesh turned her on even more.

"Am I your big, fat doughboy, ready for the oven?" He asked, bringing her to climax.

She rested her hands on his stomach and recomposed herself. "No, we still have another pie to feed you, my fat piggy."

She smirked as she firmly poked his belly.

She picked up the last pie.

"Open up!" She said as she stuffed a large bite into his mouth.

His stomach was enormous at this point. He could barely have stood up even if he'd wanted to due how large and plumped up his belly had become.

She fed him a few more bites.

"I swear, I can see your big belly growing with every calorie you eat!"

She jiggled his stomach, but it was so full it barely moved, except the bottom which wobbled wildly. She could tell he had almost reached his limit. She put the pie down and began lightly running her fingertips over his distended middle.

"Mmm that feels good," he said, closing his eyes.

She gently massaged the soft, doughy area around his belly button.

"You know," she ran her fingertips down the sides of his belly onto his meaty thighs, "if you want your reward, you must finish your pie."

She massaged his thighs a bit harder.

"You don't want me to have to punish you, do you?" She asked, with a hint of excitement in her voice.
"You remember what happens to fat piggies who don't eat everything their witch gives them."

He did remember, and he couldn't decide which he wanted more: the reward or the punishment.

"Why don't you measure me? Maybe I'm fat enough to stop for now?" He pleaded.

"Fine, but only because I adore seeing my calipers squeeze pinchfuls of your doughy belly, not because you are off the hook."

She pulled out her calipers again from the night stand. She was able to take many large pinches of fat off his sides and off of his lower belly.

In contrast, his upper belly barely had any spare dough, his stomach had swelled so much from his feeding. She couldn't wait to feel his belly again in the morning after all those calories had time to convert into delicious, juicy fat.

"Now, about the rest of this pie..."