Chapter 2 - Fantasy lived

5 MINUTES LATER…

“MMmmph!” I groaned as another two slices of pizza were shoved into my mouth by him. He patted my swollen gut affectionately. “C’mon, more!”

“No,” I groaned, but in went an almost liquid fudge ice cream, spilling all over my flabby man boobs. Shove. Shove. Shove. I barely had time to think, he was shovelling so much food in. I was reaching my limit, but MORE and MORE delicious food appeared and more and more of it was shovelled into my crumb covered mouth. I gulped it down. My thighs were spilling out of my now tight boxers, and my gradually expanding food sac, now covered with a shocking amount of stretch marks, hung over the waistband and ate up any lap space I once might have had. The Devil squeezed my bottom, grinning all the way. And there was a lot of bottom to squeeze. My posterior hung over each side of the seat. My love handles were startlingly big and stretch-marked, and by now the food was really starting to convert to fat. All I could do was keep eating.

The Devil wasn’t enjoying this (sexually, anyway) but yet he was nearly on top of me, forcing food and soft drinks down my gullet, gallons and gallons of Coke and milkshakes pouring into my bloated, tight, heavy belly. I was now so sinfully full that I was strangely starting to enjoy it, being dominated and stuffed to bursting by someone who wouldn’t stop until I’m blimped sized… or horny…

The devil was fondling my rolls and squeezing my hanging breasts when he saw me squirm with discomfort. “Mmm, starting to enjoy it now, are we? But you’re still embarrassed… you fat little piggy you…” He lifted my enormous belly and saw a large bulge in my extremely tight underwear. He looked overjoyed. “Now isn’t this extraordinary? The one who said he‘s never horny!” My face flushed so red I must have resembled him, and I struggled and squirmed with discomfort and pleasure at having my fat fondled.

I need to make my fat piggy comfortable, don’t I?” he cooed, and suddenly the tightness disappeared and my buttocks felt the fabric of my seat. I was stunned. He had made my underwear disappear. They were lying several feet away. I looked down, feeling a breeze, at the tops of my huge, jiggly thighs, and then at my hard cock. I felt embarrassed, violated and tried to hide my shame with my hands. I’d had no idea that being fed would make me hard…

He grabbed my pudgy hands and took them away. “No,” he admonished, “live your pleasure”

“Oooh,” I moaned, naked and horny as hell as a gleeful, triumphant Devil danced around and shoved more and more food into me, splattering yoghurt and ice-cream all over my gargantuan gut and swelling boobs… I truly was fat now, and it felt so good… mmm…….



My legs were unconsciously spreading wider, the wide expanse of my big, bare, growling gut spilling forth. It made me harder to feel my throbbing penis against the underside of my belly. I could now qualify for my own zip code….

“Pity you’re only fat for two more minutes,” the devil sighed, wiping beads of sweat from the expanse of my huge, rippling gut (while I pigged out on a tub of vanilla ice-cream feverishly), shoving his finger into my belly button, in and out and in again… I shuddered with pleasure and moaned again, felling big, full, heavy, obese and naked. My pleasure was growing and growing and growing… mmm… more and more…

“Don’t you wish you could be fat forever?” the Devil asked, holding and rubbing my belly. My penis was getting the hardest it had been in years, and thickening with weight as the Devil expanded it with fat… he then wrapped his big, warm fingers around it, making me thrash in ecstasy, my thunder thighs spreading even wider apart… Up and down, up and down… yes, yes…

“YES!” I screamed with glassy eyes, hugging my gut fiercely as I came. It was magical.

“Good.” the Devil laughed, and disappeared.

I sat there, gob struck, fat, naked, in a mess of my own making. I hurtled down to Earth with a bang. He was gone. I then realized his intention; he wanted to get me horny so I would wish myself fat forever. A pit of despair formed in my swollen stomach as I realized what I had done. I was alone in the room, as I would be: forever. Awestruck and upset, I tucked into a tub of ice cream, tears pouring down my plump cheeks.

TO BE CONTINUED.