chapter 6

I do not know what I was thinking when I said this. Whether I had become accustomed to the constant feeding and did not want it to end, or whether I had been brainwashed by Jess and her promises of sexual reward for my weight gain, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Jess squealed and clapped excitedly and then poked my belly.

"I think we have some more room in here," she said.

I was not sure that was right, but I had just asked for more food, so could not argue. Fortunately, I was given another bowl of the sweetened corn; pleasant to taste and easy to eat, but after I finished, I needed, once again, to be helped from the table and laid in the mattress. I noticed that I could barely see my toes over my swollen stomach, and rubbed it in disbelief at how large it was getting. But this was still nowhere near big enough for Jess.

"See you soon, skinny boy," she said.

With larger meals and even less movement, I quickly gained more weight and the day when the rope reached past the seventh marker and into the yellow zone was very special.

"You are no longer skinny boy," said Jess. "You are now chunky boy! But I don't want a chunky boy; I want a fat man!"

Once again, meal sizes were increased but now, between the stuffings, I was left on the mattress with a plate of pastries and cakes.

"I really can't eat any more!" I gasped, struggling to breathe after a particularly huge breakfast.

"Oh you don't have to eat them all in one go!" laughed Jess. "They are just to keep you from getting too hungry before your next meal, so you have a few hours. Pace yourself!"

I eyed the cakes suspiciously as I dozed off, but I don't think I slept for very long. The unbolting of the door woke me from a dreamless sleep and I felt worse than before; something I did not consider possible!

Jess looked at the uneaten food and tutted with disappointment.

"Baby, don't you want to get fat?" she said sadly.

"I am already fat," I said, patting my belly.

"No, no, no! You will embarrass me in front of the tribe! They will say I am going to be a bad wife!" She sighed and motioned to the chaperone. "You need to be punished!"

I was expecting another bowl of the mash, but what I got was far worse. The chaperone returned with two short sticks, thin but solid. Jess put them between my toes and twisted somehow while pinching down. The pain was unbelievable and I cried out in agony.

"You better start eating, chunky boy!" said Jess without emotion. "We have come too far to stop fattening you now!"

I grabbed one of the cakes and rammed it into my mouth. The pain in my stuffed stomach was nothing compared to the throbbing in my toe. Jess release the pressure of the sticks, but I could still feel them nestled between my toes, just waiting for another sign of refusal to eat. Somehow, I managed to finish everything on the plate, but I felt beyond stuffed! Jess sat beside me on the mattress and gently massaged my belly.

"I don't like to punish you, baby," she said. "But it will be worth it on the wedding night."

Her hands gently slid around my belly and towards my groin, but just as I felt her finger tips rubbing my manhood, the chaperone cleared his throat and Jess pulled away quickly with a shy smile.

"We have to wait, baby," she whispered. "Get some rest and I will be back with your next meal soon." I wanted to groan, but I knew better, especially now that punishment could also mean the physical torture of the sticks.

"Double mash tonight, chunky boy," said Jess as she walked out of the door. "You must still be punished for not eating the cakes!"

I don't know how long it was before the next meal came, but I was certainly not hungry. I could not believe the large plate of roasted pork, completed with a thick layer of fat which Jess insisted I ate. This was served with a bowl of creamy mashed potatoes, full of butter and cheese and a large side of vegetables fried in butter. As usual, everything was coated with grease. Afterwards, I was given a large cheesecake, but I was so full I started to struggle. Jess picked up the sticks and waved them at me, and I quickly started eating again. The fear of the pain making me ignore the tight discomfort of my stomach.

"Well done, chunky boy," said Jess proudly. "I knew you could do it!"

I was helped back to my mattress and oiled again, and to my disbelief, one of the chocolate and orange cakes was brought in and left beside me.

"You know what to do," said Jess with a smile and as she left the hut added, "Don't make me punish you again, chunky boy!"

Learning from my previous experience, I fought off sleep and nibbled on the cake. I figured that if I took small bites, then I would be able to get through a large portion of the cake without too much added discomfort in my overfull stomach. I had managed to eat almost half of the cake when Jess returned, and I could not work out whether her expression was of disappointment that she could not punish me again or pleasure at the way I was stuffing myself more than ever.
Jess just grunted and left the hut, only to return a while later with another meal. Battered chicken in cream sauce and sautéed potatoes.

"Everything I eat is covered in butter and cream!" I muttered.

"Well of course, baby! We are making you fat!" replied Jess and then she added with a laugh, "You don't gain weight with salad! Now you have a few hours to finish that cake, and then it is time for your bowls of mash."

Somehow, I managed to get through the rest of the feedings, and as the chaperones laid me onto the mattress and I turned onto my side to find a comfortable position, Jess patted my solid stomach.

"I am impressed," she said. "I did not think you would manage to eat everything we gave you today, but I can see that you have made the effort to keep yourself stuffed! If you keep this up, the wedding will be here quicker than I expected!" She leaned in and brushed her lips against mine, but once again, the chaperone made his presence felt and she pulled away.

"Sleep, baby," she whispered. "You need to rest because I have seen how much you can eat today so we are going to do it all again tomorrow!"

As usual, I had no idea how long it was before Jess returned with breakfast, accompanied by the chaperones and Jim. My stomach was grumbling when I woke up. I could not believe I was hungry, but Jess laughed at the noise.

"Your belly is stretching," she said. "It needs more food now! You just need to keep eating to keep it full, so you will just get fatter anyway. But it is my job to make it happen as quickly as possible!"

Jim did not speak; he motioned for me to stand. Slowly, I got to me feet and he lifted my arms so he could see my fattened body. I noticed he gave my arm a pinch as he raised it.

"Jess is doing really well!" said Jim. "You are growing nicely. The fat man is an honoured position in our village, but Western culture has made people think that fat is not attractive so we don't get willing volunteers any more. Jess was so pleased when you asked her to fatten you!"

I felt around my rounded stomach, bum and thighs.

"This is so soft and smooth," I said. "I can't believe how fat I am now!"

"Not fat enough, baby!" said Jess putting a series of plates onto the table. "Come - eat."