Chapter 2

Alex never fully got to sleep – he lay in bed, aiding his poor stomach by rubbing his belly, feeling helpless against the great, sloshing contents of his gut. He drifted in and out of consciousness, in a dreamlike state of pain and arousal for the next three hours, his hard and bulging abdomen putting pressure on everything and creating an incredible sense of fullness throughout his entire body. When it completely died down and he’d relieved himself and taken a shower, he sat at his laptop and got to work. An hour after that, his belly slightly deflated, he went to the refrigerator to start on the leftover smoothie.

When Lily would come home a bit later, she would find Alex finishing the smoothie.

...4390.

The day was not over yet.

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Lily and Alex had begun experimenting with power early in their relationship. They were both used to being sexually respectful, open, and fun, so she'd let him know right off the bat that she loved giving up some of her control. Nothing too crazy – a little bit of being tied up, a few orders here and there. When Alex became worried that being in charge was getting to his head, he’d suggested switching – and never turned back. Being dominated by a smart, independent, attractive woman – and being rendered completely helpless – was the greatest turn-on he’d found, and so they began to do it more and more despite Lily’s initial discomfort with being so in charge – something she’d never before experienced in the bedroom.

However, after several weeks of practice, Lily had become more confident and self-assured. One night, she finally came into her own and topping became a second nature to her. She craved the rush of owning a man, of having him helpless and at her whim. Lily was a nice girl; she viewed her partner as an equal and adored him, and was always a good and kind person. In the bedroom, however, she discovered that she wanted nothing more than to take complete control of him – to be the ultimate source of power. On so many levels it enticed her. She could be cruel, and subject him to pains. She could be nurturing and comforting and see to his needs. But above all, she would be in charge, and he would be at her mercy and command.

When she had thought that he was getting softer, something seemed to click. She inexplicably found herself desiring on her boyfriend a big, soft belly, hanging over his waistband for her to jiggle and squeeze. She imagined him breathless and stuffed, tied down as she fed him bite after delectable bite, his stomach expanding in his lap before her very eyes. And she imagined sensual belly rubs, her hands soothing his stuffing pain with loving affection and tenderness.

In that moment, she glimpsed the ultimate domination. She could control his environment and change him without him ever knowing. It felt wrong, and she knew it was wrong – trust was the backbone of everything they shared, trust and equality. Yet she’d never been this turned on before. All she wanted now was to nurture his belly and grow it according to her whims and desires, himself helpless against what he couldn’t even perceive.

So she made herself a deal: one day of trying to fatten him, and nothing more. He would never have to know, because he would never really feel the effects past that day, and everything would return to normal.

Lily’s own desires had different plans for the both of them. She couldn’t concentrate on work at all; she’d simply never been so turned on before, by her power or his helplessness or, more than anything, the thought of his expanding, softening belly, picturing her skinny boyfriend becoming a soft, fattened man. She pictured herself months from now squeezing his pale, cushioned belly and teasing him, he completely unaware that it was all her fault. She wanted to spike everything in the house with oil and sugar and weight gain powder and... she soon found herself on google during a coffeebreak, looking up appetite stimulants.

No, she thought. I can’t do this...this is wrong. But Alex had always been teased for his skinniness. He was insecure about his body – not with her, but he’d always worn long sleeves to athletic events and avoided beach situations. He’s always wanted to be bigger...I’m just giving him what he’s always wanted. He’ll be glad to finally have some padding on his bones.He doesn’t want that extra padding to be fat! You’re misleading yourself. He wants to get buff – not to get covered in soft, jiggling fat that will bounce around, grow out of his clothes, pull up at his shirt, tear his jeans, rest on his legs when he sits up, and press onto you as the two of you make love, you exploring every new contour of his expanded, manly, sexy, fat body, perfectly designed according to your wishes...

Let it be said that Lily’s conscience did not put up the best of fights.

To be continued...