chapter 5

I managed to finish the second bowl of mash, but I was so full; I had never felt so stuffed in my life! My belly was a tight ball and I really thought that if I moved at all, I would burst on the spot. Moving was not going to be an issue though. Jess took advantage of my inability to resist and put my arms through the hoops behind the chair. I wanted to protest, but could not raise the energy.

"You are being punished," said Jess as she moved round and put my feet through restraints too. "You will spend all day in this chair and I am going to come back regularly to top this up!" She gave my solid stomach a poke which made me yelp in pain. Jess patted my belly with a satisfied smirk and left the hut.

"See you soon baby," she said as she bolted the door.

True to her word, Jess returned with another large bowl of the mash after a few hours. Without speaking, she felt round my now softer stomach and nodded happily. I was no longer in pain, but I was still uncomfortable and felt full.

"Eat this all, skinny boy," she said. "If you fight me, I will keep you like this another day! And I will feed you with this!" Jess showed me the rubber ring and I knew I had to obey. I could not stand the thought of having the mash forced into my mouth again. I would rather feed myself.

"Please release one of my arms," I asked, "and I promise eat it all."

Jess smiled and nodded. She untied one of the loops and my right arm fell limply by my side. I shook it for a few seconds to get some life back into it and then began spooning the mash into my mouth. I wanted to vomit after swallowing just two spoonfuls of the mixture, so I asked for some water. Of course, I got some of the thick, creamy milk instead, but I did not mind. I wanted anything to take the taste away. Somehow I managed to empty the bowl, and immediately, Jess tied my hand up again.

"I like the way you fatten yourself for me, baby," she said and left.

This continued throughout the day and maybe into the night. My stomach was kept completely full with another bowl of the mash every few hours. I must have had seven or eight bowls by the end of the session and I was beginning to regret saying that this was my fantasy. However, I dare not complain as this would just cause another day of punishment and I could not face being force fed like this again! I was so relieved when the chaperones lifted me from the chair and laid me on the mattress.

It may have been psychological, but I was convinced that I could feel my stomach stretching. I laid there and looked at this dome which obscured my feet and could not believe the size and solidity of it. I felt something cold and wet on my taut skin and then Jess began gently rubbing.

"I am just keeping your skin supple, baby" she said. "This oil will help you." There was a recognisable smell to the lotion; it seemed almost spicy, but I could not quite put my finger on what it was. I did not think about it too much though; I found the coolness and the massage very relaxing and soothing on my over-filled belly and I soon drifted off to sleep.

It only seemed like two minutes before I was awoken by Jess gently shaking my shoulder.

"Time for breakfast, skinny boy," she said. There was another large bowl of mush on the table, and I almost complained, but I thought better of it. Instead, I said that I was not very hungry after the previous day's feeding. With perfect timing, however, my stomach gave a small growl and I realised that, actually, I was starving! Jess just laughed at me.

"Your belly is getting used to being filled up," she said smiling. "Soon you will be eating so much more for every meal and you will get so fat for me!" She pinched my waist enthusiastically, and I noticed that there was definitely more there than before. "Oh! I cannot wait!" said Jess as she felt my bum and thighs with undisguised excitement.

When she had finished, Jess motioned for me to stand and I thought my belly bulged out more than before. I could not be sure though She produced the rope and wrapped it around my waist pulling tight again. This time, it sank further into my flesh, but Jess seemed pleased.

"You have just passed five," she said. "I am very proud of you, but you are still in the red and you are still my skinny boy, so come; eat breakfast!"

I looked at the yellow mash, expecting more of the greasy banana mixture, but was pleasantly surprised to find this was something different entirely. I tentatively tried a spoonful and was greeted with a pleasant taste and texture.

"This is made of corn, sugar, cream and boiled milk," said Jess with a self-satisfied grin. "I am going to give you this every morning and every night along with your other mash."

I was hoping that it would replace the mixture, but tried not to show how disappointed I was that this was not the case. Instead, I shovelled down the contents of the bowl as fast as I could, and when I finished, I realised that I was still hungry. Part of me hoped that I could get away with not eating so much, but strangely, I was conflicted with the desire to feel my belly until I was totally stuffed again. Almost without thinking, I asked Jess for more!

"Oh no, skinny boy," she replied. "You need to have breakfast!"

The chaperones brought in several platters revealing sausages, fried bread and a pile of pastries. They put them on the table in front of me, along with a pitcher of the creamy milk. Jess motioned for me to begin eating, and I slowly started filling a plate. As I moved the bread and sausages, I noticed they were swimming in butter.

"Eat it all, or be punished!" said Jess. She watched every move I made to ensure all of the food was swallowed, and as I finished, she picked up the oil and I gratefully accepted another massage. This time, Jess oiled my legs and bum as well as my stomach and chest. She expertly dug her fingers deeply into my skin and made sure every inch of my body was covered. She even massaged my arms, hands and fingers.

"We know you are fat when your fingers get plump," she said. "That is when we have the wedding. What do you think?"

I felt my skinny knuckles and knew there was only one answer I could give.

"Feed me more, Jess," I whispered.