chapter 2

He was awake, and staring at the moon shining in through the window. His bare belly glowed in the soft light, a vast fleshy dome. He could feel it heavy on his thighs, spilling between his legs and onto the bed. His pudgy hands stroked what he could reach, chubby fingers sinking in to his soft, spongy blubber. Hunger groaned inside, the same hunger pangs that had just woken him. This was a nightly occurrence. She was already out of bed and in the kitchen, making up something he knew was going to be heavy on the calories. It was the words they lived by: filling, fattening, delicious.

He turned his head to look toward the open bedroom door. His cheek dimpled, his chins creased, his jowls bunched up in his neck fat. For a moment he wished he could get up and surprise her. But only for a moment. He smiled as he thought of the fattening years gone by. They used to rut on any available flat surface, any time of day, and of course the kitchen was one of their favorite spots. It had been years, though, since he'd been able to just 'get up' and do anything easily, much less move nimbly enough for surprises, and any rutting was most likely going to happen right there in the double-king bed where he spent his days.

The light from the kitchen snapped out. He could hear her approach. He grunted happily and started rolling himself over. He bent up one leg to get his belly listing to the side. It had gotten flabbier and heavier since going full-time sedentary, and he'd come to really prefer eating on his side. Moving that mountain of lard was the first step to him getting anywhere these days, an increasing struggle that - he had to admit - he got off on. What's it going to take this time? He pushed with his leg and started a slow body twist. His belly shuddered and wobbled, then hit its tipping point and folded over itself to spill and spread out on the mattress beside him. The rest of his body followed until he was up on his side, breathing heavily as he adjusted himself.

She appeared in the doorway, and watched as all his gut fat settled into place. The room was dark but for the moon and that mountain of pale, rippling flab. With a grunt he shifted again and his body erupted in wobbling waves. She let out a gasp. He smiled at her.

She held up a big, wide platter. "Hey, pig pig pig pig..." A fat double cheeseburger - butter-fried half-pound patties covered in cheese, chili, sour cream, guacamole, bacon, mushrooms - perched atop a mountain of bacon cheese fries smothered in ranch. Around it all she'd piled fried chicken, egg rolls, cole slaw - whatever remnants from previous feasts she could rustle up. A real heap of food.

He licked his lips and gave his waterbed belly a hungry pat. "Tessa baby, that smells so good..." She shushed him and moved closer.

"I said," she held a mozzarella stick up to his mouth. "Hey, pig pig pig pig..." He met her gaze, his lips curling into a plump smile, and he chomped down with a snort, his massive hang of double chin trembling as he chewed. She set the food on the bed before him. He smacked his lips as he finished the cheese, and picked up an egg roll. He bit off half, used the rest to scoop up some cole slaw, and dove in to his midnight gorge. "That's it," she cooed, "Fill up that hog belly. Such a good piggy." He grunted and upped his eating game. If she wanted a pig, he'd give her a pig. He scooped up the food and mashed it into his mouth gleefully.

Tessa clapped, "What a porker! Show me what you can do, fatso. Eat, eat!" His chubby fingers dug into the fries. "Fatten up for me, baby. Pack on that jello." She stroked a thick side roll that sloped into his huge draping tit. "Oh, I love it," she whispered, tracing his stretchmarks. "More. Eat more." He gave a small smile through his bulging cheeks as he stuffed on food. She gave him a quick kiss. "So good, tubby." He felt her palms flatten out on the soft spread of his bellyfat and roam over his quivering blub. "What a pig," she chuckled. Chili and guac slopped across his cheeks, sour cream and ranch dripped from his chins onto his flabby chest. He glanced down at the mess. "Don't stop. I'll clean you later." She swiped a chunk of avocado from his cheek and put it in his mouth. "For now, just eat." She lay across his billowing belly. "Keep it up, jelly belly. I know you can do more. There's plenty. Eat." He released every gluttonous impulse, snorting, gulping, "Come on, baby," chomping, chewing, slurping up his food. "That's it. That's it, fatty. Eat, eat."

Soon the burger was gone, then the fries, then the extras. He wiped his fat fingers around the platter to pick up the last sloppy bits. "Hold on, piggy." She picked up the platter and held it to his lips, then tilted it so he could sweep every glop of cheese, sauce, dressing, and buttery grease into his gaping mouth. "There we go." He lapped and sucked at the plate until it was clean. Everything eaten.

"Good pig. Good pig." She stroked his swelling stomach as he leaned back, chewing and swallowing the last bits of his gorge. He snorted and gulped for air as she put the platter aside and pulled out a washcloth and wet wipes. Still savoring the late night feast, he licked his fingers while she wiped his fat chest. When she moved on to cleaning his hands he just lay there breathing, eyes heavy-lidded, thick tongue licking slowly around his lips.

She released his hands and moved in to clean his face. His hands moved back down to his stretched and tender stomach, and set again to roaming and exploring his flabby mounds. She spoke quietly, into his ear. "How're you feeling, love? Nice and full?"

He nodded sleepily, "I'm getting fatter."

"Mm hm," she nodded, wiping his chins.

"***," he muttered, squeezing his rolls of blubber. "I'm so huge. And I'm getting even fatter."

She smiled at his freshly-clean face and pinched his chubby cheek. "Yes you are, my belly boy."

"No, I mean like I can feel it happening. Now. Just lying here."

"Yeah? How does it feel?" She gave his gut a happy pat, "You like?"

"Huh," he chuckled, jiggling. "Yeah. 'Course I do. Do you?"

"Tch," she shook her head. "What a question." She opened the small fridge next to their bed and pulled out a ready-made bag of gainer shake. "You're gonna be my prize hog, baby." He watched her quietly, forever amazed that he'd found a girl like Tess. She winked at him. "Biggest pig ever." She attached a drinking tube and hung the bag on a hook she'd installed just for shakes, then held out the tube for him and smiled.

"Ready? Yeah. 'Course you are."