chapter 3

The thought of still being stuck in the chair when she returned was absolutely humiliating, so the moment I was capable of moving I got up and waddled to the bedroom.

Before I laid down, I glumly took stock of myself in the mirror. I looked like I had somehow gained another ten pounds in the last hour or two, all in my vastly bloated gut. Audibly moaning in discomfort as I slowly disrobed, I reflected on how I had arrived at this predicament.

Kelly's initial revelation that she liked seeing a guy "well-fed" seemed virtually harmless. I certainly never starved myself so I didn't see the issue. When she asked if I would be willing to eat everything she made for me, I never would have imagined it would involve me being stuffed to immobility or gaining weight so quickly that Kelly would be sewing buttons back on my pants on a weekly basis.

I laid down on the bed as instructed, feeling the weight of my overloaded middle pressing down on me. I gently rubbed the the taut surface of my spherical belly, giving in to the long, groaning belches that worked their way up.

I would have happily drifted off into a nice little nap, but I was interrupted by a stirring below. It seemed every time that I was weighted down by a heavy bloat, I would inevitably grow quite aroused.

I closed my eyes to sleep but all I saw was a mental image of Kelly bending over me earlier, giving me a nice eyeful down her top. Despite trying my hardest to clear my mind, that titillating image remained. Just as my will-power was almost completely sapped, I heard the door open and closed as Kelly returned home.

A few moments later she peeked in on me, glowing slightly from her workout and looking insanely hot.

"Mmm, good boy," she purred. "I'll be back in just a minute."

Of course, as soon as I heard the shower start all I could think about was Kelly soaping up her tight, toned, perfect body from head to toes. My arousal grew as I began to imagine her stepping out of the shower, joining me in bed, exploring every inch of my body with her tongue and . . .

I froze. When had the shower stopped? My heart sinking, I craned my neck to see over the crest of my paunch.

"This. Is. So. Freaking. Hot." Kelly pronounced from the doorway, standing there naked,

I had no words.

"Why did you stop?" she asked as she walked over to me.

She wrapped her hand around my fist and started moving it up and down again.

She leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Don't stop, but don't finish yet."

Then she walked back out of the room. Moments later she returned, still unclothed but holding a worryingly familiar box.

"I drove by here after the gym and couldn't resist stopping there," she told me. "I know how much you love them when they're fresh and warm."

She opened the box and there they sat, a dozen light, airy, glazed donuts. I knew I was in trouble. Slowly she fed me one by one as I kept stroking, aware that even though the donuts were light in weight, they were packed full of fattening calories.

What room had been cleared in my stomach was quickly filled up again.

"Do you know how fattening these are?" she whispered again in my ear. "No wonder you've rounded out so much."

Another donut. More chewing. More stroking.

"Where do you think this one will end up? Maybe those love handles? I do love that you're starting to get wider as well."

Another donut. A muffled moan. Still stroking.

"Do you know what I did at the gym? I ran six miles. For breakfast I had two eggs and some yogurt with granola. Did you know I've lost five pounds since we got married? Can you tell?"

She stood up and flexed for me. Her abs were more visible than ever, her legs more muscular, her breasts full and perky.

I started stroking faster.

"Not yet baby," she urged. "Still six more to go."

Another donut, I was stretching to my limit.

"What have you done since we got married? Well, you probably haven't run six miles combined in the last year. Nope, you've gotten nice and comfy and let yourself go a little. You like to let your wife cook you a good meal and then you eat until you're plumb full."

Another donut.

"And that's really started to take a toll on your figure, hasn't it? First your abs disappeared under a nice little starter belly. Yup, just a little soft around the middle. The mark of a man well cared-for in the kitchen and the bedroom."

I belched, panting, my arm growing tired.

"But you didn't stop there, did you? You could have turned it around, lost the weight, and been nice and fit like me. Instead you didn't renew your gym membership because you were hardly ever going and you bought a weight set for the basement. And I'll give you credit, you're still down there a couple times a week staying nice and strong and I appreciate that."

Another donut. How many left?

"But I'm afraid that weight-lifting didn't really help the main issue, did it? You were eating three big meals a day plus snacks. You were hitting up the vending machines at work and stopping for fast food a couple times a week. Everyone who knows you got to watch that tiny little tummy grow into a nice round pot belly."

Another donut. About to pop. Huge belch.

"And then you just kept packing it on. You were outgrowing clothes so fast that people must have wondered if I was sticking a hose down your throat and pumping you full of lard. All our friends noticed. Cindy, Susan, Jamie . . . they've all said something to me. About how quickly you've gained. About how content you look. I give them little tidbits, nothing much. Just about how you unbutton your jeans after dinner. How you sometimes ask if I'm shrinking your clothes."

Another donut.

"Cindy actually asked when you were due the other day. Hehehe, isn't that hilarious? You were wearing these jeans that were really tight, barely buttoned up under your belly. And you had that polo on that probably fit 25 pounds ago, now it just shows off how far you stick out in front. She said it looked like you were pumped full of baby. Do you know what I told Cindy?"

She held up another donut.

"Last one."

I groaned out loud in relief. Her hand wrapped around my fist again and began pumping faster.

"I told her that you were just pumped full of food. And that . . . almost there . . . and it would be a while . . . before . . . you . . . popped!"

Her last squeeze took me over the edge, my eyes crossing and back arching. Sometime later I became aware that she was cleaning me up and leaning over to wish me sweet dreams.

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