Chapter 3 - she

I sit aside the hydraulic heavy duty chair where you, exhausted, overstuffed and amazingly fat, softly snore. Satisfied with the first round I tenderly stroke the mountain of fat and food your brimmed paunch is forming. I say mountain, because your packed stomach pushed your fat belly to nearly two and a half foot height! I look at this impressive globe and try to imagine how it will look like in half a year from now. From now, from this weekend, the weekend when I push you over the last border! I switch on the massage pads in the back of the chair. The massaging, especially in your lower back area will stimulate your stomach and help to digest these unbelievable amount of food I crammed into your belly today. Moreover, I love the sight of all your blubbery rolls wiggling from the vibration those pads are causing! I was not over exaggerating when I told you that the dessert cake was a ten thousand calorie bomb. But because of the plans I have for this weekend this cake contained nearly nothing long lasting, nearly no dietary fibers, only a huge amount of sugar and cream. I know you don't want to know, but I for myself count the calories. All this unused energy packed in your gut, much too much for your metabolism to burn, will transform into pounds of pillowy pliable fat. It will make you bigger, more of soft flab to fondle for me, shape you a bit more into the man of my desires! I regard your wobbling rolls of fat for a while longer, listen to the noise your gut is making while digesting all these food. And while I sit here and admire the wiggling results of my handiwork, I remember another milestone in our relationship.

It was at the end of our second year when I realized that the chair you were using during our feeding sessions was getting really tight. It was a huge and sturdy chair, but in the last few weeks you had to struggle to get your now 300+ pound body in or out of it. So I ordered the special made heavy duty hydraulic chair we're using until this day. Originally I had planned to surprise you with it on our next Friday. But I had decided that it would be much more exciting to combine the presentation of the gadget with another new experience for you! I ordered the biggest amount of dishes ever, close to double the 'normal' quantity I used to feed you. And I was wearing the most salacious outfit in my possession. I still smile when I remember your face, the stunned expression and the wide open eyes as soon as you got a glimpse on me. I, in a skin-tight bodysuit made of black velvet! From my neck down to the feet, every inch of skin, every curve covered and yet absolutely exposed! I led you to your place, inwardly smiling while listening to the creaking noise the chair produced when you squeezed your huge butt and the big belly into it. I could see the arm rests slightly squishing your paunch. You filled out the space in the chair like you would wear a tight snug glove! I served you dish after dish, sometimes watching you eat, sometimes feeding you myself and sometimes seductively dancing in front of your eyes! I knew you were too occupied with watching me, too distracted by my luscious body and your own arousal to notice how much you were swallowing down. I watched, I fed you or danced, but all the time I observed your bellies growth, the swelling of this amazing fat paunch. The more you crammed into your stomach, the more your fat belly expanded, stretching the fabric of your shirt and pressing your flabby rolls into the armrests! I was so hot, my hard nipples tried to pierce through the suit, the place between my thighs screaming hot an wet and sending waves of longing up my spine! I made you finish all dishes, ignoring the sweat on your reddened face or the pleading gazes! I was hot, you were stuffed and horny and so you tried to get up to accompany me into my bedroom like we did so often before. But, as I had it planned, your fat belly was stuck! Your fat rolls pressing into the chairs armrest and your stuffed gut made it impossible for you to get out of the chair! I watched your struggle, closely examining your round face. I enjoyed the change of its expression, from utter surprise to a slight hint of anger and finally to a mask of total embarrassment! You struggled to get your bloated body out of the chair! And I? I did all to rise your dilemma! I posed in front of you in each and every seductive way I could think of! I wiggled my hips, I fondled and pushed up my full breast just outside your reach and I slowly danced with one hand stroking my crotch! I teased you all this time, asking you if you had become too fat and lazy to make love to me! I told you that if you wouldn't come to me I would satisfy myself right before your eyes! This went on and on, with you struggling with tear of bashfulness on your face and me getting hornier as I've ever been in my life! I slowly swayed to my bedroom door, still watching in your bloated helplessness! Then I vanished into the bedroom, leaving you in your desperate situation. Then I rolled the new chair into the room! I parked it in front of you and threw myself on it. With the back rest shifted down I sprawled at the huge gadget, tantalizing and humiliating you even more! I rested flat on my back, legs spread and with one hand between my thighs, alternately moaning or teasing! You proceeded to get free, struggling and rocking your fat body. You had been so occupied by your fight that you did not recognize the remonstrative creaking of your seating furniture! Then, with a loud creak and splintering noises the chair finally disintegrated! Your fat body slumped to the floor, the part of the chair all around you. I jumped up from my playground and through myself into all this mess! I kissed and fondled and stroked until I had soothed your anger and dried the tears of embarrassment. I helped you to your feet, led you into your new feeding chair and relieved you from the remains of your tattered clothing. I nearly tore apart my body suit when I then stripped before your eyes. I jumped on your lap and slid down on your dick to give you a wild, passionate ride. After we both had satisfied our burning desire I gave you my special treatment, belly rubbing and fondling your fat rolls while the massage pads were working your back! I pampered you until I could feel that the pressure in your stomach had vanished. And then I fed you your dessert for the very first time whilst f*cking you...

I watch you sleep; listen to your snore and the noises of your stomach. I enjoy the jiggling of your flab, the wiggling and wobbling of all that soft and squashy layers of fat! As soon as my probing hands feel that there is room again in that incredibly large stomach you owe to me and your desires I go to the kitchen to prepare your next filling. It's two a.m. now, so it will be not more than a halve gallon of weight gain shake...