Chapter 4 - he

I wake up from intense belly jiggling. Startled and still dizzy from the sudden awakening I open my eyes and see your beautiful face smiling down at me. You fervently shake my fat paunch; the ripples cause the flab at my whole body to wobble. I'm still full, my stomach is rumbling and gurgling while trying to process all the food, but the pain from overfilling is gone. The wiggling forces out a few loud belches and you laugh at hearing them. You stop from shaking my belly and fix my hands to the arm rests. Then you turn your back to me to grab something from the small table hidden behind your back. Turning back to me you reveal a funnel and a large jug with a thick, creamy content. Your special weight gain shake, about a halve gallon of it! Another ten to twelve thousand calories! I know what it is made of, you mixed it one time in front of me, made me watch the preparation of this incredible fattening liquid. I know it is useless, but I press my lips together and wearily shake my head! My stomach is still heavily loaded, the two hour nap just had eased the painful strain. Visibly exhilarated by my puny resistance you lower the back rest of the chair until it is nearly horizontal, then you climb over my head. I get a glimpse of your perfect round but while you're hovering over me, then you kneel down. My head now is stuck between your soft but strong and unyielding thighs! You look down on me with a devious smile and amusedly sparkling eyes. With two fingers you close just long enough to force me to breathe through my mouth. Quickly you insert the funnel, while shaking your head as if being amused about a balky child! You pour some of the thick, creamy liquid into the funnel, and well knowing what you would do if I don't swallow I slowly start to suck. I close my eyes, and the feel and taste of the shake sends me back about one and a half year.

It was about five or six month after I finally gave in and ate as much as you wanted me to. Once you got what you desired (and giving me what I craved for in exchange) my weight had sped up his growth. In the few months since my capitulation we had to buy new clothes for me four times! The scale you made me step on occasionally now was showing me slightly over 250 pounds! You stepped behind my naked body, grabbed the now visibly hanging paunch and lifted it up a few times. Then you told me that you had decided that we would change our Friday evening routine. You said you want me eating only for you. So we would stop dining out at the restaurants, instead you would order the food for home delivery. That announcement was really relieving for me, I had hated these evenings in public. It had been embarrassing and humiliating the last few Fridays! Seeing the other patrons disgusted gazes, and especially hearing their nasty comments about the fat pig, the uncontrolled glutton or the incredible porker had heavily hurt my feelings. Yes, I was fat! But that was my problem, mine alone! You had done your best to cheer me up as soon as we were home, but the humiliation never completely vanished. So, hearing you say that we would have the Friday's dinner at your home mad me really happy. Before you left on the next Fridays morning you whispered into my ear that you would prepare something very special for the first Friday night at your apartment! When I reached your place, I found the thick carpet in your living room covered with a large plastic sheet. Seeing my quizzical look you only smiled and told me to be patient. I would find out soon enough what this setup was meant for! We had our dinner, as always I had three helpings to your one. A little abashed I realized that despite the fact that I had more than three times your meal I still had room left! Of course I had to open the waistband of my trousers, but they had been very snug to begin with. You cleared the table, then you vanished in the kitchen for a while. Reappearing through the wide sliding door you shoved a table sized trolley into the room. Puzzled I looked over the items on the cart. A very large blender was accompanied by butter, whipped cream, sugar, peanut oil and chocolate milk, each in real large amounts! A little frightened I watched you mix a pound of butter with an eighth gallon of each, whipped cream and peanut oil. Into that mixture you poured a half pound of sugar and then topped up the brew with the chocolate milk. You looked at me, poked your little finger into the mix and then licked the thick liquid from your finger. My eyes went wide in shock when you then added a halve bottle of vodka to the shake! You filled all of it into a large scaled jug, so that I could see that it was more than a halve gallon of thick, creamy liquid. You placed the jug on the ground and started seductively to dance in the middle of the room. Piece by piece your clothes vanished until you where swaying your voluptuous and extremely exciting body naked before my eyes. Your hands swiped over your hips, cradled your billowy breasts and waved invitingly! I pushed my weight out of the seat and joined you. It took a bit longer to strip me, but soon a was as naked as you, my cock hard like a pole pressing itself into the fat roll of my lower belly. You kneeled down in front of me, put your lips over the bell-end and swirled your tongue around it until my legs were shaking! Then you laid down, seductively, flat on your back. I was up to mount you, but you shook your head. You told me to go down on all four. You watched me going down, my belly nearly touching the ground. Then you poured some of the shake all over your breast, your belly and your thighs! Without being told I know what you wanted me to do, and so I licked the thick creamy mixture from your soft skin. You lolled on the ground, moaning in pleasure. As soon as I finished one layer of shake you poured the next over your body. I licked and licked, you moaned and in between encouraged me to continue. Panting and groaning you begged your pig to keep going, to swallow, to get fatter for you! My head swirled from too much sugar and alcohol, but I proceeded to lick, ignoring the rising pain in my stuffed gut. After I had finished a good three quarter of the shake, my arms wouldn't carry me any longer and bloated and drunken I fell on my side. You helped rolling me in my back and then mounted me, burying my throbbing dick deep inside you. After an exhausting but incredible pleasuring ride you feed me the remaining shake through a funnel, which left me painfully bloated lying on my back. You rubbed my swollen gut, stroking and caressing the hurting stomach as much as playing with my moobs and wiggling my love handles. It took us more than one hour before you finally managed to bring me to my feed. You supported me while I slowly waddled on my heavily shaking legs to the bathroom. Then you lead me into your bedroom, were a gigantic and clearly visibly reinforced bed was waiting for us. Tired and drunken as I was I fell down on it. Enjoying your soft hands stroking and rubbing my hard and distended stomach I dozed off. The weight-in on the next morning revealed a, for me shocking and for you very exciting, gain of over 5 pounds!

I open my eyes to look around. The jug is empty now, but the funnel still filled with shake. My stomach is filled to burst, but thanks to the alcohol in the mixture I don't feel too much pain. While I reminisced you have changed your seat. The funnel is now held by a gibbet like contraption and you do anything with your experienced hands to help me swallow the last pint of shake. It is a slow and hurting process, but finally I lick the last drop from my lips. I'm so full now, even if my life would depend on it, I couldn't move a single inch from where I lay. My swollen paunch looks bigger than ever, an immense monument of your feeding skill. The sugar flash and the alcohol making me dizzy, it won't take long until I will sleep again. You look at me with an understanding expression on your sweat face. Poking into the strained skin over my gut you approvingly nod and tell me to sleep, because the first breakfast would be at 8. With nearly closed eyes I watch you slightly bend down to kiss me on the top of my high rising potbelly and I see that you don't have to bend very much! In fact, you could lay down your boobs on my belly whilst staying aside of the chair. How incredible fat I've become! And how much you will cram into this belly tomorrow??