chapter 5

After that night we found our rhythm. I learned that Kelly enjoyed it when I scoffed at the idea that she would be able to keep fattening me up. Her favorite was when I'd tell her that I was going to start dieting and lose all the extra pounds, and then she'd make me eat my words . . . and a couple thousand calories.

"What's that?" she asked one Saturday afternoon after I returned from the store with a large box and several bags.

"A treadmill and new exercise clothes," I told her. "Remember? I said I was going to lose this extra weight."

In truth, I was planning on using it regularly to stay healthy, but I knew my waistline would not be shrinking.

"Sure thing babe," she smirked. "Whatever you say."

After I put it together, I changed into my new clothes and got on. I purposefully bought my clothes on the snug side so every extra pound was very evident. I started slow but still felt an alarming amount of jiggling. Kelly watched, licking her lips with sensual hunger.

"Yup, I'm going to run off this weight in no time," I bragged, trying to hide the fact that I was already a little short of breath. It was probably good that I didn't wait any longer before buying this.

"Whatever you say, dear," she replied.

I was kind of hoping that she wouldn't stick around for the whole workout, but she made no indication that she was going to leave. I upped the speed and began a slow jog. Soon I was red-faced and puffing for breath, repeatedly pulling down my shirt in a vain effort to keep my entire gut covered. Kelly's breathing quickened with mine, but for obviously different reasons.

Finally I had to admit that my stamina was nearly non-existent and pushed the button for the cool down mode. When it completed I stepped off of the treadmill with shaking legs.

"Yeah, no problem," I said, trying to keep up my bravado.

A corner of her mouth quirked up. "Dinner will be ready after your shower."

An hour and a half later I surveyed the devastation. A medium sized pan had held lasagna, but now only contained some smears of sauce and a few clumps of cheese.

Kelly stood behind my seat, leaning over to murmur in my ear.

"How do you feel?"


My cheeks puffed out as I fought to contain a massive belch, it finally escaped with a long, low moan.

Her hands slid down my chest and caressed the pronounced curve of my midsection, now bloated and engorged.

"I checked the treadmill while you were in the shower," she said. "Do you know how many calories you burned?"

I was barely able to shake my head.

"94," she informed me with barely concealed glee. "And do you know how many calories were in the lasagna you just ate?"

I didn't respond, as I knew she didn't need me to.

"1400 calories. So how do you think this weight loss thing is going to go?"

"I'll lose it *brrrrp* in a year," I managed to grunt.

She laughed smugly. "In a year, huh? Well, I predict that in a year your belly will be so big that you'll be asking me to tie your shoes for you. But, if this is something you want to do, I'll certainly support you. I have some workout clothes waiting for you upstairs on the bed. Why don't you put them on and I'll come join you in a minute."

I got up with a disgraceful amount of effort and lumbered up to the bedroom, my heavily swollen gut swaying before me. I sighed and shook my head when I saw what Kelly had laid out on the bed for me to wear. She had taken a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and "tailored" them to look like some kind of throwback workout gear.

I reluctantly changed into the ridiculous outfit and then looked at myself in the mirror. The sweatpants had about 95% of the legs cut off so my thick, flabby thighs were fully revealed. The t-shirt had been cut so it just covered my chest, doing nothing to conceal the gigantic, protruding orb of my stomach.

"Not bad, huh?" Kelly chuckled.

I turned from the mirror to see her standing in the doorway, each hand holding a pie.

"Peach and blueberry," she said, nodding to each respective pie. "I thought we should top you off, why don't you lay down on the bed and get comfortable."

I did as she suggested and she began feeding me the pies, switching between forkfuls of peach and blueberry. Despite being so full already, I found that I was able to keep up with the steady feeding. Things did get blurry for a while, all I remember was the elastic feeling as my stomach stretched more and more and the increasing weight pinning me to the bed.

"All done," Kelly finally announced.

I grunted slightly as I regained some awareness. Awkwardly, I lifted my head slightly to see my tremendously bloated belly rising like a mountain, obscuring much of my view.

I was massive. I groaned softly as I let my head fall back.

"No time to rest now," she teased. "Not with that huge calorie bomb in your gut. If you don't get up and exercise some more you're just going to keep getting fatter and fatter. We don't want that, do we?"

"Just need . . . a minute," I grunted.

"Oh my, are you too full to move?" she giggled. "Sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind? Remember, I did say I'd support you in losing weight. Surely there's some sort of motivation I can offer."

She ran her tongue slowly around her lips, giving me a very smoky look that left my mouth dry.

"Isn't there something I can do?" she repeated, running the tip of her finger down between her pert breasts and across her flat abs.

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Tell you what, just give me one sit-up and I will drain . . . you . . . completely."

I knew the cutoff sweats were doing nothing to hide my strong physical reaction.

"Of course," she continued. "Maybe you can't do it. Maybe you've gotten so fat that you can't even sit up anymore. Wow, how embarrassing would that be?"

"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I can still . . . urk."

That little sound corresponded with my attempt to rise. Kelly had distracted me enough so that I almost forgot about the monumental amount of food I had eaten. My first attempt to rise was a complete and utter failure. I felt my face heating as a grin spread across Kelly's face.

Trying to convince myself that I failed because I hadn't really put any effort into it, I made a second attempt. I gasped and grunted as I strained to rise, my heavily distended stomach remaining stubbornly in the way.

This can't be happening, I thought.

Suddenly desperate to get to a sitting position by any means necessary, I twisted sideways to lever myself up. Kelly put a hand on my chest and pushed me back into a prone position with disturbing ease.

"No cheating," she chided me. "Don't tell me you're already so fat that you're stuck on your back like a turtle."

I wasn't going to admit it, but that was exactly how I felt. I made another half-hearted attempt at it, but whatever ab muscles were responsible for moving me up had been so stretched out and weakened by all the overfeeding that I barely even budged.

I couldn't move.

"I'm not going to lie, that was pretty great," Kelly said, sound rather breathless herself. "I will definitely reward your effort, but then you have to do a little something for me."

She crawled onto the foot of the bed and slipped off my shorts and underwear. At first I thought my concern over how much I had gained would put a damper on my libido, but as usual she had me clawing at the sheets in no time. True to her word, she did not stop until I felt completely drained.

Moments later she was standing by the bed again, staring hungrily at me as she slowly disrobed. I just laid there in a haze of pleasure, more unable to move than ever.

I just watched as she climbed onto the bed next to my head and swung one leg over so she was straddling my face. Looking up, I saw strong thighs, firm abs, the undersides of perfect, perky breasts, and her smiling face.

"Hope you're still a little hungry," she purred as she lowered herself down.

Oh, I definitely was.



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