chapter 4

I sat back in the booth, groaning slightly from the pressure that had built up in my overloaded stomach. I tried desperately to force up a belch, knowing that Coraline would be bringing a full dessert pizza to the table soon.

She liked me to sit at the booth when I came to visit her at Piggies, probably because my ever-growing gut was close to pushing against the table. She constantly teased me that soon I'd eat so much that I'd wedge myself in. At the rate she had been feeding me, it probably wouldn't be long.

The door jingled to announce new customers, but I didn't bother turning to look. I just kept stroking the upper shelf of my swollen gut and wondering how Coraline would reward me later for my gluttony.

"Evan?" came a disturbingly familiar voice.

I turned slowly to look. My stomach sank (already heavily weighed down as it was) as I saw Julie, Brittney, and Lindsay standing next to my table.

"My, my," Lindsay smirked. "Haven't you grown."

"How did y-, why are you here?" I asked.

"Sorry hun, my fault," Coraline said as she approached the table. "I ran into them the other day and couldn't resist bragging about my big man."

"Yes, she said you were eating better than ever," Julie added. "So of course we had to come see for ourselves."

I then noticed that Coraline had two full dessert pizzas with her, each one ridiculously rich and heavy.

Coraline put the dishes in front of me and squeezed into the booth next to me. The other three sat across from me.

"C'mon baby, make me proud," Coraline urged, reaching under the table to slide her hand under my belly and gently stroking the front of my pants.

She knew I couldn't say no, the corner of her lips quirking up as she felt me stiffen. I spread my legs a bit more and picked up the first piece. I had to pause halfway through to unfasten my pants and the looks of smug satisfaction by the others was almost enough to make me stop.

But then Coraline reached down the front of my boxers and I dove right back in. Slice by slice disappeared into my ballooning belly and then it happened . . .

I felt the table pressing against the front of my outrageously distended gut.

Two slices remained.

With a grunt and belch I reached forward and grabbed them both, stacking them to make a sandwich. Out of my mind on a sugar rush, I chomped right through them.

"Oh wow, that was impressive," Lindsay admitted, fanning herself with her hand.

"Damn Coraline, I'm truly jealous," Brittney agreed.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you," she told them. "Thank you for introducing me to the hottest guy in the city."

She sat there proudly, her hand now resting atop my bloated middle as they chatted for a little while longer. I was deep in a food coma.

After maybe an hour or so, Coraline was tugging at my hand and telling me we had to go back to her place. It took me at least five minutes to maneuver my bulk out of the snug booth, two buttons on my shirt actually giving way as I slid out.

Back in her bedroom I lay on the cool silk sheets as she rubbed oil all over my naked body, her hands pressing and prodding and grabbing and tugging until I was moaning loudly and begging her for release.

"You did such a good job today," she praised me. "It was so, so hot to see you eat all that food. Watching you bloat right up until you were almost stuck in the booth is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

I just grunted, her hands still working away but keeping me at the brink.

"Will you do just one more little thing for me?" she asked.

Of course I would, and she knew it. I nodded, willing to do anything just to get her to finish me off.

She grinned and disappeared from view. Less than a minute later she was back, holding a plain white box. She sat down next to me and opened it up, revealing an entire cheesecake.

Coraline grinned at me as she loaded up a huge forkful and held it to my lips.

"Open wide," she cooed.

I whimpered slightly as I opened my mouth to accept the first bite of many, knowing my fate was sealed. I was never going to be thin again. I peered down at my form as I chewed the next bite, my mountainous gut rising high above me and obscuring my view of anything beneath it.

Somehow, thought it may have violated every law of physics, the entire cheesecake joined the rest of the food in my tremendously swollen belly. I could not move.

"Mmm, perfect," Coraline sighed with pleasure. "My little fatty can't even move, can he?"

I couldn't even shake my head, just breathing shallowly as my body struggled to digest the massive amounts of food.

"Don't worry," she told me. "I'll do the moving."

With that she crawled to the end of the bed and knelt down, I could no longer see her over the crest of my inflated middle.

I could feel her, though, as her soft lips wrapped around me and my eyes rolled back into my head.

Oh yeah, I was her fatty. I was hers.



FIN