chapter 1

‘Don’t you want me?’ She wiggled her pert behind at him from the yoga mat in front of the tv.

He was sat on the couch behind her, his belly aching after a full meal and a cheesecake on top of it. How she had convinced him a whole cheesecake was a good idea that late at night, he wasn’t so sure.

He licked his lips, staring at her pert behind, before letting out an exasperated gasp as he tried to loosen his pants. But they’d already been loosened several slices of cheesecake ago.

She looked back at him again and winked.

His eyes peered indignantly at her. She always did this, and without fail.

‘Well,’ she got up and picked up the remote to turn off the tv. ‘Don’t you want me then?’

She placed one foot, and then another, delicately past the outer reaches of both his thighs and straddled what was left of his lap. Leaning herself forward, she placed her hands down delicately on his overfed gut, and gave him an eyeful of her chest, neatly clad in her lycra sports bra.

He bit at his bottom lip, agonisingly, as she caught him looking down her top. ‘F*ck,’ he thought to himself, glancing at the empty plate by the couch, ‘I really shouldn’t have had that last slice.’

And so having helpfully helped him to scratch one itch earlier that night - his underlying need to over consume - she was now presenting him with another inviting one to compete. But alas, it was not one he could scratch alone without the help of a partner in his current state.

She giggled as the look of realisation suddenly dawned upon his chubby face.

‘Itsy-bitsy-spider,’ she narrated aloud, as she walked her index and middle fingers across his soft belly. ‘Ever so caught in my fattening trap.’

‘You’re such a tease.’ He blurted, then stifled a large belch with his hand, looking uncomfortably full.

‘Aww, but don’t you want me?’ she asked again, toying with him now, but using her hips to help awaken him this time.

‘You know I do.’ He looked back at her as she gyrated her hips more aggressively into him.

‘But not enough to ease up on your cheesecake,’ she observed, then giggled aloud. ‘Hungry boys and their hungry waists.’ She patted his belly then tapped at her chin. ‘Is it any wonder you’re all getting so fat these days?’

‘I expect you’ll offer to help me out.’ He rolled his eyes at her knowingly, ‘Perhaps even for the price of a small snack?’

She nodded at him and poked his large gut. ‘You guess right.’ She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, ‘But it certainly won’t be small, I'll guarantee that.’

‘A few more snacks then,’ she continued. ‘And I think I might even do all the hard work for you.’ She bit delicately on his ear lobe, ‘Seeing as you’re so pleasantly stuffed.’

She then began using her lithe body to pivot him back down onto the couch, and as she did so, she slipped her hand gently in between his thighs. He was already hardening before she had got to him with her hand.

‘You must want it bad tonight.’ She bit at her bottom lip, stroking him, then continuing, her eyebrows raised at him. ‘You’ve been wanting it bad a lot lately.’ She jiggled his taught belly and grinned. ‘And it’s making you so wonderfully fat.’

‘I’m not that greedy!’ He protested, a little shocked at her bluntness. ‘You’re just making me work hard for it, that’s all!’

‘I’m sure making you hard all the time.’ She adjusted herself above him and winked at him.

‘Five donuts.’ He blurted, in a meek attempt to bargain with her.

‘Ooh piggy.’ She brought her hand up to her mouth and winked again. ‘Should I confess I would have settled for three?’

He sighed, in between increasingly tight and exasperated gasps. The fullness of his belly was now increasingly starting to weigh on him.

‘Two slices of pizza, and a slice of cheescake. That’s my final offer!' he blurted, having changed his mind.

‘THREE slices of pizza.’ She prodded his belly playfully. ‘And TWO slices of cheesecake.’ She leant in to kiss his bloated gut. ‘And you’ll have yourself a deal.’

‘I’ll even do all the hard work for you.’ She gyrated her hips into him again. ‘Seeing as you’re providing me with such a comfortable seat.’

‘You promise?’ He asked, then raised an eyebrow doubtfully, as he’d heard that all before.

‘Promise.’ She smiled back at him, and raised her right hand in salute, ‘Girl’s Scouts honour.’ She then changed the familiar three fingered salute to a crossing of her index and middle finger in his clear full view.

‘Well that was subtle.’ He rolled his eyes at her.

She grasped him in between the legs again and giggled. ‘I think you’re in no position to bargain tonight. I’ll be calling all the shots from now on.’

‘Careful,’ he said, looking down at her hand. ‘That thing could go off any second you know.’

‘Not until your belly’s full.’ She quipped, with a sly smirk. ‘And by full, I mean very full. Not your “Oh I ate three donuts and I’m so fat” spiel.’

She was the one willfully - and skillfully - teasing, mocking and toying with him now. He knew what he had been doing to her eating that cheesecake earlier before her as she exercised, ... but he did it anyway, like any good boy should.

‘But I’m already so fat!’ He protested at her mocking of him.

‘That’s besides the point,’ she replied, grinning as she prodded his belly again. ‘Because you could do with getting much fatter.’ She then clamped her hands down heavily onto his hefty gut.

‘You’re insatiable,’ he said, tut-tutting her playfully, as he was so besotted by her charms. He grasped her hands.

‘Says the man who just ate a plateful of cheesecake.’ She said, as she tried to free one of her hands from his grasp to slap at his belly again.

‘Are we gonna talk all night?’ He bucked his hips aggressively into her now. ‘Or don't you have some feeding to do?’

‘I’ll talk as long as I want to .’ She winked at him, and tickled his double chin once her hand was free. ‘Because you’re in no position to argue given your current state.’ She leant down and kissed his gut again.

‘But yes,’ she added, finally, getting up from her perch. ‘Let me get you those snacks.’ She winked at him again. ‘Because I guess at least a few more ‘snaccidents’ tonight won’t do you no harm.’

She left for the kitchen, but was quickly back, and skillfully negotiated her way back down onto his lap to straddle his hips where he lay once more, and all whilst balancing a plateful of pizza and cheesecake in either hand.

She put the plate containing the three slices of cheesecake down on the coffee table, and held the plate bearing the pizza aloft before his face.

‘One, two.’ She counted the slices, then missed two slices, ‘three.’

He grimaced. ‘You’re bad at math.’

‘But good at making you put on weight.’ She prodded his gut playfully.

‘I’m not sure I can gain any more.’ He stifled another belch as he rubbed his taught belly in some discomfort.

‘Nonsense,’ she replied. ‘You’ve only gained seventy five pounds so far.’

She mocked him by grabbing one of his thick moobs and gave it a stern shake in her hand. ‘You’re good for another seventy five at least.’

‘That’s a lot of hip-rocking you’ll have to do.’ He smirked at her. ‘But you’ve been such a martyr throughout this whole thing.’

‘Alas,’ she played along, raising her hand to her forehead in mock-sorrow. ‘I’m sure you’ll start doing your bit whenever you're not quite so full.’ She winked at him. ‘Perhaps I’ll even give you one night off stuffing a week.’

‘What a saint.’ He rolled his eyes at her.

‘Gotta counterbalance my sinner.’ She prodded his gut again and raised a slice of pizza to his lips.

‘Aren’t you hungry?’ she continued, wriggling suggestively into him with her hips.

‘No.’ He teased her.

‘That’s the best time to eat,’ she replied, smiling back. ‘And look where it’s gotten you.’ She poked his gut, and they both glanced down together at its overfed state.

‘And just think where it will get you.’ She winked at him. ‘In even just a few more pounds time.’

‘If I keep going, at least you’ll have a more comfortable seat.’ He joked along with her.

‘But I can still reach your mouth,’ she giggled, disappointingly, as she fed him a second bite of pizza from her hand where she straddled him.

‘One day.’ He winked up at her. ‘You might just be a few feet higher up.’

She rested the pizza plate on the coffee table and picked up another slice in her free hand to operate her feeding of him with both hands this time.

‘That day,’ she said, feeding him another mouthful from the fresh slice pizza. ‘Just can’t come soon enough.’

‘Neither can we tonight, I hope.’ He rested his hands lovingly on her thighs.

‘Food first.’ She leant in to kiss his burgeoning belly again, the two slices of pizza skilfully held aloft as her head dipped, ‘You know the rules by now.’

‘And this is your reminder.’ She bucked her hips into him gently and watched his belly shake back at her between her legs.

‘Well come feed me then.’ He taunted her, looking up and licking at his lips.

‘That impetuousness just cost you another slice of pizza Mister.’ She giggled at him.

‘Sue me.’ He stuck out his tongue at her.

‘That’s a seventh.’ She giggled again, and looked down at his belly. ‘I can play this game all night,’ she paused, ‘Even if you can’t.’

He shut up after that. But knew full well he would soon have his fun.

‘You won’t forget the cheesecake then?’ He asked, mocking her.

‘Not that you’ve reminded me now, no.’ She stuck out her tongue back at him. ‘And asking just cost you another slice of it.’

‘I best keep eating then,’ he said, as he proceeded to chew another mouthful that she fed him from her hand, and she picked up a third slice of pizza ready to go.

‘Yes,’ she winked at him, and nodded vigorously, as he took another bite. ‘I think you really should.’

‘Struggling to control yourself again?’ He asked, smugly sensing the growing wetness between her thighs.

‘Yes.’ She blew him a kiss before continuing, ‘But so are you, … I mean pizza and cheesecake after all you’ve had to eat? … It’s no wonder you’ve been putting on a little weight.’

‘Keep talking like that,’ he said. ‘And I’m not sure we’ll see this stuffing through.’

‘I’ve a cast iron will.’ She bit at her bottom lip, a little reluctantly, and glanced down at his belly again. ‘But I’ll collect my reward soon enough.’

‘And so will you too,’ she continued, picking up a another slice of pizza - more hurriedly now - and hovering it eagerly by his mouth. ‘You know what to do fatty,’ she said, grinning at him like a cat who'd got all the cream.

He took a bite and mumbled, ‘I guess I do.’ He then stifled a belch and clarified, in his growing excitement, ‘I think know I do.’

‘Feed me,’ he added, his breath quickening.

She winked at him and smiled. ‘Well whatever you say! Fatty!’

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