Chapter 12 - eating

Our diary's did not coincide for a while. Simon was working away during the week, but I was not free at weekends.
The next time saw him was three weeks later. He was noticably plumper with a thicker covering all over.
Around his middle was decidedly softer. He tucked into the lasagne I had made him enthusiastically. I gave him a very large portion and it was extremely rich, but I smiled when he asked for more.
The second portion was definitely a struggle, but he was trying to please me. He changed is position three times, trying to get more comfortable and give himself more room.
I allowed him to loosen his flies. There was a noticeable lurch forwards. Maybe he might be able to manage a third portion as well.
As much as I would have liked to see him eat a third portion, I still had some cheesecake for him as well. When he saw it he looked at me with pleading eyes, took a deep breath and laid a hand on a taut little pot belly.
Finally! It was happening! He was getting fat! I had to see it in all it's glory. I lifted his shirt up out of the way. There it was a tiny little mound of roundness, with a series of reddened stretch marks down each side. Oh, he had done well to get this far!
I did my best to keep him topped up all day. That belly had to stretch a lot more if we were to reach our goal!

A month later on and his clothes when he arrived were noticably tight.
We said people had started to notice how greedy he was these days, they also said it was starting to show! He told me with a cheeky grin.
He told me he would demolish two plates of a fried breakfast, where before he would only drink coffee. At lunch time, he would eat his way through his sandwiches, pork pies and scotch eggs, mop up anyone's leftovers, then eat half a dozen bars of chocolate.
By dinner time, after a whole day out in the fresh air, he was starving and he'd get through a large plate of meat and two veg with gravy, demolish seconds and still have room for a pudding.
At home, Margaret complained about the amount of takeaways he was getting though. It was affecting the household budget and... he was starting to get fat!

At one time just the thought of getting fat would have made Simon feel repulsed. Now the thought of it as an interesting venture that he'd not tried before. It turned him on
He knew he should have felt guilty about his growing waistline, but he didn't. He was proud of it. He thought he would have felt less attractive, but even without me around, he felt more sexy the fuller he got and the bigger his stomach got. He wanted to get fatter and he turned to me for guidance.

Simon's trousers were so tight he had to loosen them before he got to his full level. They had left deep marks on his skin. I kissed and caressed the marks. He was going to need new clothes shortly. The buttons on his shirt were now straining to cope. I let him loosen the worst ones to allow him to grow to his absolute maximum.

His overfull pot belly, with it's stretched tight skin extended a whole foot in front of him. It was a magnificent sight! He was so stuffed he could barely move. He could not help rubbing and stroking his belly to try and make it comfortable.

"I want you to stuff yourself this full at least once a week" I told him. "You will indulge yourself whether I am around or not. You will spend less time hiking and more time on your music ventures because you are going to be so fat that exersise will become more difficult. If you do less, you will want to do it less and less. You will become lazy."

He moaned in agreement, but I knew he would comply.

By the time I was finished with him that day, he was incapable of walking to the metro. I ordered him a taxi and gave him the money to pay for it. He would not be getting buses and metros for much longer.