chapter 18

There were two methods he hadn't started on Kat that he planned on starting in the next few days. The third method he had started from the beginning when they began dating. It was one of the most powerful and one that worked the most. That method was associating food, being stuffed with sexual pleasure. Kat had definitely taken to that one and he hoped she would do the same to these. The second method was restricting how many times Kat would be up from the bed walking around. He knew this would be hard to do at least for now. The other method was keeping her constantly stuffed and to just give into her desires and give him any control that he didn't have yet, he would finally have. Derek didn't waste any time in getting her to associate food and being stuffed with sexual pleasure.
I didn't know what got into Derek but it seemed that as the kids were older the more he focused on my weight gain again. Every night he would stuff me and funnel feed me as much as he could fit in me and then we would have some of the most passionate sex we had ever had. I wasn't complaining though, I was looking forward to it every night. I would also stuff myself during the day just to get release while Derek was at work or running errands.
My weight started skyrocketing up. It was increasing faster than I had ever seen it do. As soon as I would buy new clothes I was out growing them and seeing my belly burst through them. Pants the buttons would pop off along with any buttoned shirts. T shirts I had to constantly pull them down or else they would ride up and show my growing belly. My body was growing all over there wasn't just one or two parts getting bigger. Every inch of me was increasing in size. There were stretch marks that whenever I looked especially at my belly there was a new one. It was showing how fast and big I was getting.
I was feeling my size besides just when I was outgrowing clothes or being overstuffed. It was with some of the simplest things. It was hard to nearly impossible to tie my shoes or sometimes even see the weight on the scale due to my belly. Going up stairs was hard, it was getting to the point where I it was just easier to stay in the basement where everything I needed was. Stairs would make me pant and be out of breathing before I even reached the top. My walk slowly turning into a waddle and I knew that pretty soon it would be a full-fledged waddle. All of this would just turn me on more and make eat more so I could get fatter. All I wanted was to eat and grow.