Chapter 2

Pete brought me into a few rooms where I was introduced to some of their other clients.

Bruno, a very heavy man to begin with, told me that he was indulging in one of his childhood fantasies. He was sitting on a bed of huge satin pillows as several girls in harem outfits feed him a feast any sheik would admire.

Zara couldn’t speak to me. She was reclined in a padded chair in front of a banquet table. She panted as her female feeder actually perched on top of her bulging, ball belly and was spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth almost faster than she could swallow. The male feeder stood in back of them surveying the scene.

Pete explained that Zara would be getting married shortly to a very wealthy man from Nigeria. In their culture, how fat a man’s wife was signaled how successful he was. Traditionally, brides-to-be would enter a fattening room or hut to learn how to please her husband and be educated as to her responsibilities as a wife and mother by other women. But, most importantly, she would be fattened up over a period of weeks to months. Zara believed that since her family had moved to the United States and she had met Ajayi here, that he wouldn’t care about what she considered an absurd tradition. Ajayi was from a wealthy family and he planned on taking Zara back to live there eventually. But, a much fattened Zara.

“How interesting,” I remarked. “How long has she been here?”

“Two months. She’s escaped once and has tried to trick her way out of eating. But, as you can see,” Pete said, pointing to her ballooning midsection. “She’s still put on a good amount of weight. Another three weeks of this and we’ll break her. She’ll comply to her fiancé’s wishes.”

As Pete moved me past Zara’s room, I could see her head turn slightly to follow me with her eyes as her cheeks inflated with the food being shoveled into her gapping mouth. There were a few more rooms before we got to mine. Two men and three women were busy eating themselves or being fed by others.

“We cater to all kinds here,” Pete bragged. “We have the average person who wants to put on the pounds to the famous actor who needs to be fattened up for a role.”

Finally, we arrived at my room. It was a nice sized room. In the center, was a cushy recliner with a 50" Wide screen HD-Ready Plasma Monitor with HDMI Input mounted on the wall with all the premium channels and the all important sports channels on Satellite. There were stacks of DVD movies with a Home Theater System w/ 5-Disc Progressive-Scan DVD/CD Player. There was a Chinese hand painted screen, which slightly blocked my adjustable king-sized bed, which meant I could sit in the recliner or lie in bed and watch TV. A formal dining room table overloaded with food with padded upholstered armchairs. The refrigerator and pantry in the small kitchen was fully stocked. I was all set to begin.

Pete said his goodbyes and wished me well leaving me in the room with my two encouragers, Gerulf and Cole. They immediately showed me to the banquet table lined with all the best barbecue food some old favorites and some new ones: piles of hamburgers, hotdogs, ribs, chicken dripping with sauce, chili, Chinese Barbecued Pork Chops, Beer Basted Steaks, Blackened Chicken Breasts with Grilled Polenta, and a large blackberry cobbler with a pitcher of beer.

“Once a day, the main kitchens will send a cart with your meals for the day,” Gerulf began, “you’re expected to eat every crumb. If by 9 PM Cole and I see that you’re in need of assistance, we’ll do what’s necessary to help you to reach your daily goal. You can also call us at anytime during the day to help you along.”

“Gee, thanks,” I said between mouthfuls of hamburger.

“Hey, that’s our job,” Cole replied, slapping my shoulder and handing me another hamburger. “Since you came midday, you’re missing the breakfast and lunch portions. Your cart will hold a lot more than what you see here.”

“Wow, mmprh, this is a lot of food, I thought it was a whole day’s worth,” I said between bites.

“Nope,” Gerulf stepped in having me recline more in the armchair. “There’s a lot more where this comes from for you to enjoy.” He patted my belly, which was beginning to show a bulge after consuming the sixth hamburger. “You’re going to grow nice and plump for us, Mark – 1 to 2 pounds a day. That’s a 28 to 56 pound gain by the end of the month.

It took until past nine o’clock that first day to get all that food into my belly. It was hard work with frequent stops. I was so exhausted that in the end Cole was spooning chili followed by the cobbler into a thick funnel and I swallowed barely chewing. I kept waving my arms to slow the flow…my green t-shirt crawling up my hugely rounding, belly protruding from underneath…rriiipppp…belly blowing up…sticking straight out over my tightening jeans…Gerulf holding my gut…fingers pressing down into my expanding flesh…the flow increasing…wriggling in my chair to get free… Burrrrrrpppp …my belly round as a basketball and looking very solid protruded far past my well-developed pecs... FARRRT!

“Mark you’ve grown so much already!” Cole cried, “Good job!”

“I ...can’t...take ... Burrrrrrpppp …anymore!” I yelled, holding my ball belly.

“Its so tight!” Gerulf said, thumping what looked like an overripe melon instead of my belly. “Here’s something for you to wash down those burgers. Drink up!”

“ARRRGHHGHH!” I yelled as my head tilted back, the beer flowing into my overfed gut.

Time moved slowly and then suddenly everything stopped. It was over. My jeans had somehow held. The top two buttons had given way, but the other two were intact. Soo full!

“Great job, Mark,” Gerulf praised. “It will get easier as your stomach stretches. But, I think we made great progress today. Let’s get you on your feet.” “I...don’t...think... Burrrrrrpppp I...can...move... Burrrrrrpppp!” I panted. “Oh, I am so stuffed! I’ve never eaten this much before in my life! Rriiipppp… ” The two men helped me to my feet. I leaned heavily between them as they helped me to the bed. They dimmed the lights and left me. I’ve never felt this full in my life, so utterly stuffed. My belly ached. I remember rubbing by gut until I fell off into a dreamless sleep.