Chapter 3

My appetite and my body kept growing during the following weeks. As days passed, Hannah kept increasing the amount of food she would give me. Whereas she used to buy one donut box for the office, she now bought two, and we both knew who the second one was for. However, the only touch I would get from her was slight brushes on the arm if I was lucky. I wanted her to touch me again, and so I tried to eat as much as possible to please her. She did tell me she liked bigger men, but how big did I actually have to grow to gain her affection?

A few days ago, I weighed in at more than 250 pounds. There was no denying it anymore, I was obese. My fat belly had begun to sag dangerously close to my crotch. My man tits were bigger than some of my female coworkers. My thighs rubbed together when I walked.

And the worst part about it? I had never been so turned on in my life. Almost every night, I fantasized about her toned body rocking back and forth on my dick, now half-hidden by fat. The contrast between our sizes only increased my arousal. Some nights, I would masturbate while stuffing myself, imagining Hannah was there to encourage me.

At work, I was now the big guy. Any embarrassment had faded as everyone was now accustomed to seeing me eat almost non-stop. There might have been some judgment, but I didn’t care. The only person I cared about satisfying was Hannah. And Hannah wanted me well fed.

The week was coming to an end when Hannah approached my desk. I looked at her as she made her way to me and couldn’t comprehend how she managed to stay in such good shape with all the food she encountered, while I had gained close to a hundred pounds since I had started working here.

“Hey Jim, great work on the pilot. The results you presented yesterday were so good that the board decided to implement it company-wide! We have to celebrate! Let’s go get a drink, it’s on me.”

I felt a rush of excitement, not only because of the good news but also at the prospect of spending another evening with Hannah. However, as I got up ready to leave with her, she turned around and spoke to the entire office:

“Everyone, pack your things, tonight it’s on me!”

Oh, she meant let’s go get a drink with the entire office… I guess tonight wouldn’t be my one-on-one time with her. Anyway, I packed my things and we all left and went to the bar. We pushed a few tables together and sat down. To my deception, Hannah sat on the other side of our makeshift table, way too far to my liking. Still determined to have fun I ordered beer and wings. And then, some more beer, and some more food. As the evening turned into the night, most of my coworkers went to the dancefloor, while I finished my beer.

“I’ll join you in a few minutes guys!” I said.
I looked to the other side of the tables and saw Hannah, staring at me, with a few empty glasses in front of her. She got up and sat on a now empty chair next to me, a glass of gin tonic in her hand.

“Are you having fun?” she asked, getting closer to me so I could hear her over the loud music.

“Yeah! I was just finishing my beer to go dance with the others.”

“So you’re telling me you were done eating and drinking?”

“Hum… Not necessarily, but…”
She waved at the waitress, who made her way to our table.

“Yes? Do you want anything else? The blonde waitress asked.

“Yes, we’ll have a plate of nacho, and we’ll get one more of what we’re both drinking please,” Hannah said before I could say I was good.

After the waitress left, Hannah looked at me, grinning.

“What? You can’t fault me for making sure you are well fed…” She looked at my belly.

“Oh, you have been doing a wonderful job,” I replied patting my belly, to prove my point.

“A good job for sure, but nothing close to my standards,” she replied with a wink.

A huge plate of nachos normally meant for multiple people arrived shortly after. Although she ate a few, she made it clear they were mostly for me. About halfway through the plate, I felt my pants digging into my now stuffed belly and slowed my eating. Noticing the situation, Hannah whispered:

“Come on big boy, after you finish those, I was thinking maybe we could continue the festivities, only the two of us…”

Instantly, I quickened my pace, more determined than ever to finish it all as fast as possible. Hannah’s eyes kept staring at me the entire time. As the last chip entered my mouth, I leaned back in my chair, victorious.

“Great work, fatty. Now let’s go get your reward.”

With that, we both got up and left the bar subtly while the others kept dancing. We got to her car and I sat in the passenger seat, my pants now digging into my stuffed belly. Noticing the situation, Hannah turned over to me:

“Here, let me unbutton these. If you keep this up, you may have to get a bigger size soon,” she said, smiling.

Fortunately, Hannah lived close to the office, and we arrived only a few minutes later. We took the elevator and got to her condo. It was modern, with big windows overlooking the city. I sat down on her u-shaped sofa as she poured us a glass of wine each. She then sat close to me, our legs touching.

“To your great work, inside and outside the office,” she toasted, grinning.

She placed her hand on my thigh, looking intensely into my eyes. I leaned in towards her and we kissed. I grabbed her by her waist and she climbed on top of me, as we kept kissing. Her hands moved towards my belly and she started playing with the fat.

“Damn, you’ve gotten so big…” she said, clearly aroused.

“And it’s all your fault,” I replied as she raised my shirt to reveal my fat gut. It looked even bigger with all the food inside it.

“Stay here, I have a surprise for you.”

She left the room and came back a few minutes later, wearing only black lingerie and holding what looked like a big chocolate cake. She placed the cake on the coffee table in front of me.

“Here, this is to congratulate you for all your good work. You’ve really grown since you began working for me, both professionally and, of course, physically. Let me get a good look at you.”

She helped me up and removed my shirt and pants, exposing my obese body. She grabbed a big handful of my belly.

“Fuck, you’re so fat now,” she said giving my belly a jiggle. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone gain so much weight so quickly. You were in such great shape, and now look at you.”

She kissed me and pushed me back down on the sofa. She then served me a big piece of cake. Feeling my dick getting rock-hard under my pants, I moved my hand to it, reflexively.

“Here let me take care of this,” she said, rubbing my dick. “What are you waiting for? This cake isn’t going to eat itself.”

I was already stuffed to the brim, but her encouragement mixed with my arousal kept me wanting more food. I finished the first slice and she gave me another, and another. The more cake I ate, the more pleasure she gave me. Soon, there was only one slice left.

“Let me get it for you,” she said, getting up. However, before grabbing the last slice, she removed her bra and her panties, getting completely naked.

“Like what you see piggy?”

She turned around and grabbed the last slice, giving me a full view of her firm butt. She gave me the cake and removed my boxers, before climbing back on top of me.

“Keep eating,” she said.

She pushed my fat belly out of the way, grabbed my dick, and slid it inside her now-soaking pussy. She began rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but quickly quickened her pace. Her toned body kept hitting my fat stomach, making all my body jiggle. The contrast between her athletic body and my obese one made everything even better.

“Fuck, you’re so fat,” she said playing with my belly.

I grabbed her breast. She smiled, moved her hands towards my man boobs, and gave them a squeeze.

“You’ve grown quite the pair yourself, haven’t you? At this pace, they will get bigger than mine in no time. Would you like that? Would you like to grow big fat tits?

“Yes…”

I had now finished the entire cake and felt myself getting close to the edge.

“How fat do you want to make me?” I asked.

“So fat that people can’t help but stare at you when you waddle down the street. So fat that your massive belly completely hides your dick. So fat, that all you do all day is sit on your fat ass while I bring you plate after plate, after plate… ” She moaned. “Do you want to do this for me? Do you want to become my huge fat hog?”

“Yes! I will get as fat as you want. I will grow so fucking fat for you… So fat all I can do is stuff my massive gut while you fuck me!”

And with that, we both climaxed. She moved back next to me and rested her head on my belly.

“This was amazing,” I said, playing with her hair.

“It was,” she replied, caressing my fat. “And it will keep getting better.”