chapter 4

"You're joking! Of course you can."

"I can't..." Elliot groaned and flopped back against the pillow resting on the headboard. "Sky, serious, I'm so full, I--"

Sky rolled her eyes and folded over one of the pieces of toast, and crawled over to sit on his huge, painfully full stomach. Elliot grunted as she did and visibly winced. "Come on, I'll help you." She insisted, prising his mouth open and shoving the bread inside. "Or do you need me to remind you how to chew, huh?"

Elliot chewed up the toast as quickly as he could to get it over with and swallowed hard, all of it in one mouthful. "I mean it, I'm gonna puke if you keep putting food in my mouth."

"Then puke." Sky shrugged and picked up the second plate of bacon she'd made for him. Not being a meat-eater herself, she found it even sexier somehow that she could get Elliot to eat flesh. It was like he was consuming other creatures to make himself bigger, more powerful... or something. It turned her on and that was what really mattered. "I'll get you a bucket, pig." She joked, curling three strips of the dripping meat into a ball and pushing that between his lips as well.

Elliot moaned in protest but chewed it up and swallowed it, putting a hand against his stomach in an effort to soothe the pain.

"What?" Sky glared at him, flicking his chin. "You don't like it? Are you saying I can't cook, huh?"

"No," Elliot shook his head and failed to hold back a deep belch, hissing in pain after. "Course not..."

"Then shut up," Sky popped another couple of strips into his mouth, "'Cause you're hurting my feelings."

It was a matter of minutes of Sky shoving food into Elliot's mouth before all of it was gone, and she even made him lick the oil from the plates when they were empty. "There, that wasn't so bad, huh?"

Sky grinned and kissed Elliot's cheek, her hand creeping over his stomach softly. It was so big and hard now, like a solid swollen beach ball poking out from under his shirt. It had been so long since either of them had bought any new clothes for Elliot that it fit incredibly poorly, to the point where it would never seem to cover even his empty belly. Which is not even to mention the times like this where he was absolutely full to bursting, and it didn't even scrape the halfway mark.

Elliot grunted and closed his eyes, rubbing the side of his aching stomach in a pointless attempt at numbing the constant, dull pain. He could hardly remember being so full... the only thing that eased it at all was burping, so he forced out a long, deep belch, then another.

Sky hummed affectionately, rubbing the steep underside of his belly sympathetically, her fingers dancing lower so they were almost touching his cock. "You know you sound so sexy when you do that..." She pressed her fingertips against the hardest part of his stomach to push out another burp, giggling happily when she managed to. Something about it was just so decadent and gluttonous.

"You're lucky I don't mind that you're a freak," Elliot grunted, letting out another smaller burp for good measure and allowing his eyes to fall shut.

"Yeah?" She leaned her head on his chest and slid her palm back up his stomach. She pressed down on it experimentally, feeling it squash down for a second then spring right back up when she stopped. "Damn, you're so big now..." she murmured, tracing the lines of his stretchmarks softly with her fingernails then going back to moving her hand over the curve of his huge, tight belly. "I remember when you were a little skinny thing, remember high school?"

Elliot hummed out a reluctant laugh and nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Yeah...&qu ot; Sky sounded distracted, in awe at the size of her lover. "Can't've been long ago, right? You got fat real fast, El."

"Not my fault," he mumbled, turning on the TV with the remote next to the bed. "S'you. Making me eat all the time."

"Oh, you love it!" Sky giggled and kissed the side of his stomach. "You think it's sexy, right? I know you do... don't you think about how much bigger you are than everyone else? You're ***ing huge, El, you, like... you look too big to fit in my ***ing car. It'd probably tip over if you got in it."

"You think so?" Elliot frowned and looked at his stomach, risen up like a mountain in front of him so he couldn't see even the tips of his toes, or Sky's hand on the downward curve of it by his hips.

"Mhm," Sky hummed, "You're, like... ***ing obese, babe. You look like you should be in one of those TV specials about fat people who can't lose weight. When was the last time you stood up?"

"Last night," he said, "I had to pee."

"Right, right... is it easy?"

"Is what easy?"

"You know..." Sky shrugged and nodded at him. "Standing."

Elliot paused before he answered, then tipped his head to the side slightly. "Not really, no. It hurts a little."

Sky couldn't hold back her glee but tried to bite her lip enough to dull her smile. "S'a good job you don't have to stand up much then. Hey, listen, I'm still hungry, uh... I'm gonna go make a sandwich or something. What do you want in yours?"

Elliot sighed loudly and reached over to stroke Sky's hair. She was so tiny... his huge thick fingers made her whole body look small. "I told you I'm really not hungry..."

Sky tutted in annoyance and stood up. "Fine, then I'll decide."