chapter 4

While you sleep, the goddess Calypso lies on her plump bell watching your belly rise and fall rhythmically. This turns her on and she considers letting you take her, but her own hunger takes the thought from her mind. She has had her fill of chicken and desires to eat something else. She snaps her fingers and a clown shows up with a pile of circular sandwiches and warm sliced potatoes. She eagerly indulges letting herself make a mess; ketchup and mustard dribble on her chin and bulging cleavage. The smell and sounds wake your senses and a gurgle leaves your gut. She hears this and smiles; without saying a word she shoves a sandwich in your face. You gladly eat it until the potato reach your lips and you are working overtime. Now that your awake you can feel the extra flab on your body weighing you down. Your arms are chunky, legs beefy, face puffy and round. But most of all your gut keeps you from seeing your feet. But you don't care, you have this increasingly attractive goddess feeding you, so you stay. Eventually, Calypso climbs on your mound of fat, wrapping her thick thighs around it and letting you grab her rocking hips and overflowing ass as she stuffs you for two whole hours this time. By the time you pass out you can only dream of what you saw last. Calypso.

As you sleep off the food, the calories and fat flow to your body. Love handles roll over hips, your wrist sink in lard, your moobs flop outward, your neck connects to your chin, your leg pile up, and your belly surges forward covering your member. Calypso loves what she sees and prides her work by sloshing your belly to hear how full it is.
"Mmmm, yes, I don't see you moving any time soon, love! I have you right where I want you; now take me and make me yours!" She squeals in heated passion. But she feed you so well, you refuse to wake up. When she realizes this, she scoffs and decides to eat while she waits. But she gets an idea; nectar is pretty tasty, but no god has ever had large portions before...so she snaps her fingers and the clown hauls in a gallon of the sweet nectar. She sits snugly in a chair and opens her mouth like a baby bird waits for its meal. The clown hefts the gallon up with some struggling, but manages to pour the golden elixir down Calypso's throat. She didn't let a single drop pass her mouth as she guzzled like the greedy piggy she is and the nectar did its work. The snug chair became the tight chair instantly! With each gulp she added pound of fat to her frame. Her hips hung over the edges of the seat, her thighs swelled with cellulite, her cheeks rounded out sweetly as her double chin making her more adorable, her breast popped out of her bra and never sagged, her upper arms jiggled to life, her blubber belly made her sit up right, and her ass is what broke the chair.

She feel with a shaky thud, one could say she bounced a little. As she lay in her back, she pushed her cleavage out of her face and said to the clown, "did I say to stop?!"

The gallon was half empty.