Chapter 2

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Mark was thinking hard about his girlfriend. About her stuffing kink, to be precise. She’d brought it up in the bedroom, but maybe she’d like it more often? He thought about the way she was always offering him seconds, encouraging him to have just another little bite of something. Here he’d been, refusing her, trying desperately to stay slim since they‘d moved in together last month. He hadn’t wanted to be one of those guys who got into a serious relationship and packed on the pounds. He thought of her hands on the curve of his bloated belly, the look of lust on her face as he overindulged his appetite. Maybe, he thought, maybe he’d been on the wrong track entirely…

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On Tuesday Mark made spaghetti for supper, as he knew Amy was working late. Supper was on the table when she got in the door. Heaping plates of pasta covered in a spicy meat and vegetable filled sauce with slices of toasted garlic bread on the side for both of them, though he made sure his plate was heaped twice as high as hers. Amy watched in fascination as Mark slurped his way through the whole serving, then got up and refilled his plate. He ostentatiously undid his belt and his pant button before sitting back down for a second heaping helping.

“You have a hearty appetite tonight,” said Amy, eyes wide.

“That’s right,” said Mark.

He felt his zipper inch down as his belly expanded outward. Being stuffed full felt good, he found. It felt even better when Amy gave him a languorous belly rub on the couch after supper.

“Poor boy,” she said, smiling, her hand on his stomach. “Did you do this for me?”

“I liked it,” he confessed. “Did you like it?”

“I liked it very much.”

She bent to kiss his swollen belly, lingering there, before working her mouth to parts south. He burped and moaned his way to orgasm.

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Amy was excited as she walked up the stairs to their apartment on Friday. Tonight she’d help Mark fulfil his fantasy. It was the least she could do to repay him for indulge hers. It seemed he’d enjoyed it, too, enough that it might be having a lasting effect on him. She noticed that he seemed to be eating more generally, taking second helpings and snacks in a way he hadn’t used to. It gave her a tingly feeling. She unlocked the door to the apartment, dumping her purse, and made her way to the living room. She paused in the doorway as she took in the scene.

The TV was on to a sports channel. Half an extra-large meat lovers pizza sat in an open box on the coffee. The other half was clearly inside Mark where he sprawled on the couch, naked except for a pair on tighty whities. He solid belly rounded above them, tight as a drum.

“What-”

“Quiet, woman,” said Mark, mildly. “Don’t talk. Come here.”

She walked over to him.

“Kneel down and rub my belly,” he said, spreading his legs apart.

She dropped to her knees and began her best massage. Mark continued to eat, ignoring her. She grew red-faced, humiliated by his arrogance. She hid a grin. There was something exciting about this.

Mark had to admit defeat with a few slices of pizza left in the box. He was amazed how far his belly had stretched, though. He looked down at the top of Amy’s head fondly.

“Take off your top, woman,” he commanded.

Amy unbuttoned her suit jacket and put it aside. Then she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her lacy black bra.

“Now the pants.”

She stood and removed her trousers, tossing them aside. Mark hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down. Amy stepped out of them, still silent.

“Hmmm,” Mark caressed his swollen stomach with one hand. Amy, caught, followed the movement with her eyes.

“How impudent,” said Mark, quickly grabbing her and pulling her over his knee. He gave her bottom a smack. She was soft and her flush rippled delightfully under his hand.

“Oh!” She cried out.

“Now, now,” he said. “I said no talking. You disobeyed my order.”

He smacked her again. She gasped but said nothing.

He smacked her again and again. Her gasps of pain turned into gasps of pleasure. She writhed and shuddered, unable to control he screams of ecstasy as she came. He pulled her up and into his lap, onto his waiting erection. They both sighed as he entered. Her bouncing breasts were at eye level as she rode him wildly to climax.

Afterwards, he held her tight and asked her if she was okay.

“That was fun!” she said. “I did not know you had it in you!”

”I think you’ll find you had it in you,” he said, laughing.

She smacked him playfully.

He stood and stretched, his belly still distended.

“I’m going to get fat, if I keep eating like this,” he said.

“Are you? Alright,” she said, giggling as she leaned in to kiss his belly. “I like a nice jolly fat man in my bed, and I’d prefer if it was you.”

“Hey!”

“Okay, okay, I don’t want anybody but you, thin, fat, bald, hairy, whatever happens,” she said. “I love you too much.”

“I love you, too,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I don’t want anybody but you, either.”

Alright then. Pinky swear?”

He solemnly offered her his smallest finger.

“Hey,” he said. “Are we engaged?”

She hugged him.

“You are so old fashioned! Do you want to be?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I kinda do. I want to be able to tell the whole world, this is my lady and we’s getting’ hitched.”

“Yes, then,” she said.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I accept your cornball offer!”

“Mmmm, cornballs,” he said, smacking his lips. “Sounds tasty.”

“Come here and kiss me before I strangle you!”

He obeyed her command.