chapter 3

A few weeks had passed since the first time they laid together, and now Max was seeing Emily almost every other day, they spent every weekend together. They would go on dates, explore the town, watch movies together, trivia nights with groups of friends, and so on, but they would always end the same way. Max would be stuffed to the gills with whatever fattening foods Emily managed to order, find or make for him, and she would fuck his brains out and then let him fall asleep satisfied. Over these few weeks, Max noticed his shirts were getting tighter and he struggled more and more just to button his pants. An acceptable side effect he thought, after all, he was in heaven. He had always been a big eater, but now, every meal with Emily was a feast. She would insist on seconds and thirds on anything possible and always had snacks and treats on hand. The other thing was Max replaced an evening cocktail with a few beers instead.
A month after they began the process of fattening Max up, he showed up at Emily's door with flowers. It was only a month but Max wanted to show her his feelings were real. Emily had a gift for Max too, not that was expecting one, but he excitedly unwrapped the box to find a scale with a 500lb limit. "I know its more than your goal, but it was the best one I could find and I figured it would be great to track your progress" Emily smiled at him and he thanked her with a kiss, she looked at him anxiously with her wide doe eyes.
"You want me to try it out now?" He asked, knowing the answer. She shook her head and bit her bottom lip slowly. Max took the scale out of the box and set it on the ground in front of him, when he bent over his shirt rode up, exposing his thick roll forming around his back. He slid his Converse off and stepped up on the scale. Emily's eyes were fixated on the numbers as they came around to rest on the needle, 312lbs. "Whoa, I hadn't realized I was that far over 300 already," Max said picking up his belly and letting it fall, causing his whole body to jiggle slightly.
Emily looked up with her 'fuck-me' eyes, "On just you wait, this is only the beginning." She stood and ran her cold hand up his shirt and grabbed his fat gut. "Now let's get to work on improving those figures." She took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. She knew he wasn't a big fan of cake, so she had both a large pecan pie and a full gallon of ice cream waiting on a tray next to her bed, the room was littered with candles, all lit to set the mood. It didn't take long before she was shoving forkful after forkful of the rich decadent gooey pie into his mouth. Over the last month she had helped him increase his capacity with constant stuffings, this training helped Max finish the whole pie in no time. The ice cream had began to melt though, so instead of large serving spoon she intended to use, Emily picked up the whole carton and brought to his lips and instructed him to drink. The thick cold creamy liquid flowed down Max's throat, filling all available space in his tightly packed belly. He would stop and chew when his mouth was too full, and he needed a breather, but Emily kept on pouring. He tried to pull his lips away but she insisted he finish ever drop. Max was sure he could feel stretch marks forming has his gut inflated inch by inch until Emily had forced him to drink every last drop of the sweet melted ice cream.
Max laid back in pain, holding his distended stomach and moaning slightly. Sensing that maybe she had pushed him a little too far, Emily restrained herself from sex and instead gave her full bellied man the best blow job he had ever received. One had held and rubbed his tight gut, while the other found its way to his testicles, slowly gently juggling them, as her lips moved up and down his thick cock making sure to suck up every drop he excreted. When he finally came, she saw to it that she swallowed the whole load, as Max exhaled in a trance of pleasure. Emily wiped the corners of her mouth and crawled up the bed to lay down next to her man who was falling into a food and sex induced sleep. She patted his belly and got up to clean up while he snoozed.
Max woke up a few hours later, with nature calling, he made his way to the restroom, and already noticed that he wasn't as full as he was when he passed out just a short time. After doing his business he stopped to look in the mirror and admire himself for a moment. His gut was still swollen from his latest feeding session but it already started hang down over the waistband of his boxers, his thick thighs looked like they were threatening to burst the seams, and his chest had started to develop lovely little man breasts, nothing too big, but he could tell that they were plumping up and would soon start sagging. He gave his belly a little knead and let it fall back down. He smiled warmly at the little jiggle and turned to leave the bathroom. As soon as he opened the door he found Emily standing there waiting for him with a box of donuts in hand.
"It seems like you may have just made a little more room in there," she said motioning to his belly. "Open wide baby!" And before he even had a moment to think she stuffed half a glaze donut into his mouth. Max closed his eyes and savored the sweet sticky treat, chewing, swallowing and opening his mouth for the next bite. Emily lead him to the bed where she instructed him to take off those boxers and lay down against the pillows. Max did as he was told and Emily straddled his widening hips, she set the box down on the bed, and with one hand found his rock hard member and guided inside of her. The other hand got to work pulling donut after donut out of the box and feeding it to her growing man as she rode back and forth. Max was starting to feel full again after a few donuts, he started to protest as Emily brought another to his lips.
"No, no now Max. If you want this hot body riding you like a champion bull then you need to do as I say and eat these." Emily ordered.
"I can't Em, I'm too full."
"Well we aren't going to let something like that stop us now are we?" With that she continued to shove the pastries in his face, he had no choice but to let her have her way, he was too full to contest and he didn't want her to stop fucking him. So bite after bite Max ate on donut after another until he was nearly in tears. Emily didn't want to push her luck so she figured best save the rest until morning. With that she let him finish inside of her and his hands immediately grabbed his rock hard belly. She cuddled up next to her uncomfortable boyfriend and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning Max woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen. He rolled out of bed, pulled up some much too tight shorts and a shirt that exposed the bottom of his belly and headed down the hall. He found Emily working near the stove in nothing but an apron, he stared at her firm tight ass as she bounced around the kitchen grabbing plates and such. She turned when she heard him enter the room, "Oh good your up! I made breakfast!" Max looked at the table, there was a plate with a full pound of bacon, a platter of eggs and what seemed to be half a loaf of toast dripping in butter.
"So who all else is joining us?" Max joked.
"Oh this is all for you, I'll be having an egg white omelet with peppers. She replied and brought her own plate to the table.
"You're relentless aren't you? If I keep this up pace, I'm going to end up stuck in that bed back there." Max smiled.
"Maybe that's my plan," she said coyly and kissed him before sitting down with her plate. Max tucked in and in the matter of an hour he had eaten all the bacon in front of him, the whole pound, nearly all of the eggs and four slices of toast. He leaned back, let out a massive belch and pushed down his shorts a bit. He was incredibly full, and needed to rest a bit before heaving himself up from the table. Emily started to clear the plates, but not before kissing him once again and placing her cold hand on his exposed gut, giving it a little squeeze.