chapter 15

Mort loved to explore Martin's fat as well--but he had no intention of being as tender, sensual, or PG-rated as Gwen. When Martin answered an invitation to 'cum to the restaurant after close, my feedee, and bring your appetite ;) ', Mort met him in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron with 'Kiss the Cook' written on it. He proceeded to smear an entire chocolate mud cake over his body, ordering Martin to lick off every crumb.

Mort loved this kind of food play more than Martin ever had, but Martin was more than happy to humour him, as it was arousing for him to see Mort so turned on. They had to do this in the restaurant because it would have been impossible to clean up at home--though Martin didn't like the idea that Diego might walk in at any moment.

Another game, which Martin preferred as they could do it in the privacy of Mort's apartment, involved Martin eating as much as he could while Mort gave him a blow-job. Martin was surprised, and not necessarily pleased, however, when Mort tried to go down on him in front of Gwen.

The three of them had been having dinner in Mort's apartment, and Martin had retired to the couch to eat seconds of dessert, while Gwen watched TV.
"Perhaps, Gwen, you might want to feed our darling boy, while I have some dessert myself," Mort said with a grin, tugging Martin's shirt up, exposing his huge, wobbling belly; while trying to pull down his pants.

"Hey, hang on," said Martin, blushing pink. "Morty... I don't--"

Gwen looked appalled. "Look, you guys can do what you want, but at least give me time to get out of here, please."

Mort looked genuinely surprised. "But, darling, whatever is the point of being in a triangle if one isn't prepared to connect the points, if you know what I mean? Now, just between you and me, I've always fancied the girl next door..."

Gwen made of noise of angry disbelief, and strode out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. She couldn't say she was surprised by this kind of behavior on Mort's part.

"Oh well, I'm sure we can amuse ourselves, just you and me," Mort smirked, but Martin was struggling to get up, wishing he hadn't eaten quite so much.

"Morty," he panted; "not- not right now. Look, things are complicated with Gwen, you know."

"Well, I understand if I'm not her cup of tea," said Mort, sitting back on the couch, and flicking his white-blonde locks over his shoulder; "but surely you can tell me what you both get up to, hmm?"

"Uh... nothing - I mean, not really," said Martin. "I love Gwen, but we're not really into each other like that...."

Mort looked bamboozled. "I've never understood why you want to miss out on half the fun, honey."

Martin blushed, but decided to ignore this. "If Gwen, like, wanted that, I might do it, but, you know, she doesn't," he said at last. "She just likes watching me eat."

"Oh how dull," said Mort; "that's like watching a naughty movie with your hands tied behind you back! Now, I was thinking, you, me, Gwen and Sherry could get together from some deliciously decadent fun... I'm imaging a few pills, plenty of food and a few naughty toys."

"I...I don't know, Morty," Martin said. "I'd better go check on Gwen," he added. He left, leaving Mort looking quite confused.

*

"That was quick," Gwen said sardonically, when Martin appeared in the basement, knowing that he'd find her there.

Martin gave her a skeptical look. "Nothing happened. Mort wants us to have a foursome with Sherry."

"Of course he does," Gwen grunted, turning back to the TV. "No offense, but I still think Sherry is disgusting."

Martin ignored this, knowing that it had been said in anger; and sat down heavily beside her, panting slightly from the exertion of the staircase.

"I'm not into it either, you know," he said. He occupied most of the couch, his belly now beginning to sag between his fat thighs. Gwen felt his gravitational pull, and couldn't help smiling slightly.

"Mort doesn't understand that there's more to life than orgies," she said at last.

"He does," Martin replied, after a pause; "but I don't think he understands that, you know, this is different for us than it is for him. Like, it's more than sex for me. It has to be--I mean, I have to live with this!" He indicated to his huge, almost 400lb body. "I'll talk to him if you want."

"It's fine," Gwen sighed; "I'm not jealous or anything--I just don't want to be a side-note in one of Mort's sex fantasies."

"Neither do I, so I don't really like the idea of Sherry being there," said Martin. "He just wants to be smushed between two fatties, and I guess there aren't that many out there." He rolled his green eyes. "Wanna put a movie on?" He added.

"What about Mort?"

"Sherry's going to be home soon, I think he'll have to settle for her tonight," said Martin, smiling. "I just want you to rub my belly."
Gwen obliged.