Chapter 5

“Oh, you poor, baby. Let me help you,” Jenna said, pulling up his shirt exposing his poor, overfed gut. His belly had positively ballooned. He looked pregnant…ready to drop. Sloane attempted to suck it in, but couldn’t ...it was so pushed out with his overindulgence.

He shivered as she raked her manicured fingernails across his chest. Jenna placed her fingertips just below Sloane’s ribcage and massaged in circles, pushing down firmly. His massive belly was rock hard; he breathed out heavily as the fullness of his stomach suddenly revealed itself to him. He closed his eyes and groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, holding his sides with both hands. Jenna began kneading his belly, pushing down firmly in the middle and working her fingertips outward toward his sides. Jenna saw that Sloane was getting very hard; he was enjoying this as much as she was.

Jenna unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and his belly expanded outward, pushing the zipper partly down. Sloane let out a low, seductive moan as Jenna’s hands began to explore him, pushing his zipper all the way down. His face suddenly contorted in despair as he felt the enormous pressure in his belly develop to an unbearable crescendo. Jenna’s fingers worked quickly. Her palms pressing into his bloated flesh…compelling it to…Sloane finally let out a tremendous burp.

She smiled quickly sliding off his blue jeans. He lay helplessly so colossally turned on, unable to move…totally at her mercy…finally. He closed his eyes as he again felt her hands caressing his tender, bulging abdomen. A feeling of warmth rushed through him. His breathing increased as she straddled him on the sofa…her stuffed belly brushing his. He tentatively reached out. His fingertips scraped the outside of her bulky sweater. She pulled the sweater over her head revealing an incredibly stretched out camisole barely about to contain her inflated girth. She became excited as she felt his manhood expand even fuller under her clit.

“Please, please, Jenna,” Sloane begged. “I’m dying. I’m so stuffed and so turned on by you…I love you…I feel like…like…I could literally burst…”

She pulled herself off his lap, pulling off his black, boxer briefs. Lifting her skirt, she impaled herself on his engorged shaft. Sloane gasped, as felt his shaft was engulfed in a moist, tight vise. “Ahhhggrrrrr…” he yelled. “Ooohhhhh…please, Jenna…faster…ahhhggrrrr…”

Sloane clutched her swollen belly, making her moan in unison with him. “Slim, you’re getting so fat. Do you want to be able to truly eat, to stuff and stuff until you lie back with your massive belly up over you so tight and stretched and ready to swell bigger?” she asked him as he moaned, his eyes squeezed closed, his head moving side to side. You need your food now don’t you, baby… and you need your fat belly bigger...”

“Oh…oh…ohhhh…god, yes…” Sloane whimpered.

“Why did you ever let yourself get so thin? When you always knew you were meant to be rubbed…caressed…” she whispered, seductively, feeling him tremble more violently underneath her, “kissed…by your feeder…”

“Naahhgggg…oh…oh…oh� �ahhhrrrrgggrrrr…” he yelled as he climaxed, tears streaming down his face, his breath ragged.

Jenna leaned forward, kissing him full on his quivering lips still straining from his intense orgasm and gasping from the weight of his conspicuously overfed bulge. She left the room, clearing away the food, and went to his bedroom, bringing out a pillow and blanket. Sloane was still rubbing his belly when she returned, drowsily, breathing deeply, and laying on the sofa in all his engorged glory. His belly was full and round, swollen to at least twice its normal size. She lifted his head to put the pillow under his head and covered him with a light blanket. As she went to leave, he reached out and lightly touched her wrist. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she whispered, leaving him to a peaceful and exhausted sleep.

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