Chapter 7 - pizza

He let go and wiggled his jaw. "Somebody taught you to hit in L.A."

"I'm sorry", I said, "But how could you do that? Just walk out?"

"I save us both embarrassment."

"Am I that gross to you?" I turned to run away.

"Gross? What are you talking about, Savannah? Stop! What are you talking about?"

Dammit, why were my tear ducts hardwired to my anger? I started sobbing.

"Clearly you're sorry you touched me!" I yelled.

Before I could think, he was holding me against his chest. "Savannah, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you know that well. I'm sure you didn't mean to go bed with me last night..."

"Do you think I'm a whore? That I sleep with whomever is front of me?" I spit.

"I don't know. You never say what you mean. Just like all women", he groaned.

"Oh shut up!"

"I can't figure out what you want from me", he said.

"I wanted to be with you last night..."

"Why, though? You've inherited. I can't help you any more than to match you up with a realtor..." he shouted.

"You're so bizarre. What does a woman ever want to sleep with a man for? I wanted you....that's it!"

Silence.

"I don't believe you."

"What have these *itches done to you?" I asked, "So you're chubby! Who cares."

"I...."

I grabbed him and pressed him close to me. "Big, but you could be so much bigger..."

His mouth flopped open.

"What did you say?"

"You're very handsome, and you're fine as you are, but if you wanted to gain, that would be fine too. I'm an FFA."

"A who?"

"A chubby chaser for lack of a better term", I said.

"Really?"

He inhaled hard and fast when I rubbed his belly. "Really."

"Please don't say this if you don't mean it...." he begged.

"I do, I'm just..."

"What? Say it, Savannah. What?"

"Confused! I'm so torn...I NEED to leave, all I WANT to do is stay with you."

I didn't have time to blink before he'd scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me into the house and up the stairs.

Hours later, two pizzas were delivered to Belle Rive.

"I can't believe you're into this", he said.

We're on the sofa, and he's sitting in front of me, laying back in my arms, giving me full access to his front.

"But I can't, I can't", he insists.

"Shhhhh", I whisper,pressing my cheek against his, then kissing his cheek, "Imagine yourself very very fat, in bed, in my arms, drifting off to sleep after making love, not a care in the world."

"What if I get out of control?" he asks desperately. "When I eat...I can't stop."

"I'll take care of you." I kiss him again.

"What if I can't stop? I'm so scared of this...

I pick up a piece of pizza and bring it to his lips.

He moans and eats it.

Piece after piece, and the large pizza disappears into his belly.

"How much do you weigh?" I ask.

"About 267, m'am", he says.

"367 by next year?"

Oh God", he moans.

"You're not just going to gain weight, you're going to be purposely fattened. By the woman who loves you, fattened into a pig", I inform him, feeding him.

"Oh God yes", he moans, growing hard. "Make me a pig."

"Do you want to obey me?"

"Yes", he gasps hard.

"Open, pig." I put another piece in his mouth.

"Wow, I'm so round", he whispers, rubbing his swollen belly.

"You are, angel, grow for me, fat boy." I kiss him again. "Time for dessert."

"I love it when you call me that", he laughs.

"Cum for me, baby", I say, kissing his cheek, and taking his rock hard cock in my hands.

"This can't be real", he says softly, his belly jiggling as he explodes.