Chapter 2

An hour later I returned, and made a big casserole of mac and cheese with cream cheese. I took the large pan and a 2 liter of coke upstairs. I thought better of it and returned to the kitchen to make a roast beef sandwich with mayo. I pulled down the covers and kissed her belly button. She didn't move and I kissed her belly button again. This time she wiggled a little bit and opened her eyes.

“I think we've managed to grow you out a little bit from this morning.” I said. “Think you're ready for some more ?” She was eager to try, and I suggested that we do some of the roleplay she had told me she wanted to try. She was all over that idea, and So I asked her if she had ever been fed while tied up. She cracked a big smile and sat in my office chair. I tied her arms to the arm rest and bound her feet to the post that the chair rotated on. I took the mirror off my closet door and set it against the wall. Then I pulled up the casserole and started spooning it into her open mouth.

“I'm gonna make sure you dont fit into that pretty pink shirt by the time you leave here.” I threatened.

“You had better.” she retorted as I stuffed her face with bite after bite of the cheesy mess I had made.

She ate dutifully as I told her what I was going to do with her. “I'm gonna make sure you roll out of here. I know you dont think I'm going to do it, but I'm gonna make you eat so much you're going to beg for me to stop.” She just smiled a cheese filled grin and I felt impelled to egg her on. “You're going to be such a fat ass, everyone you know is going to ask what the hell happened to you.” I turned her on the chair to face the mirror and fed her as she watched. I pulled her shirt over her belly and rested it in the groove in between her breasts and belly. I grabbed a handfull of pudge as I spoon fed her and told her how much it was going to grow. “I hope you remember this image, cause you are gonna be so much fatter than this when you leave.” I fed her the rest of the casserole and the 2 liter as she watched. She was excited and so was I. I didn't know how far to push her because I didn't know her that well, but she loved being teased, I could just tell. “are you full yet?”

“I could probably put down some some, if your arms aren't tired yet.”

I took up the sandwich and pushed it into her mouth as she took a huge bite. Her belly was starting to get really firm. I knew she could eat more, so I fetched a bag of doritos from the kitchen and ran back up. I fed each chip one by one and tickeld her belly while she watched in the mirror. She started to slow down by half way through the bag, but I just kept feeding them into her. Eventually her stomach couldn't keep up with her mouth. “you have been doing so well, you're quite the little butter ball, but you aren't going to get up until this whole bag is gone.”

“I really have to pee though.”

“Well, as long as you are tied up, you're going to pee whenever I let you....and I think I'll let you pee when these doritos are gone.”

She worked through the rest of the bag. It took a long time though, and I told her how well she had done. I untied her and walked her to the bathroom. I stood outside like a guard, I knew I didn't have to, but it fit with the idea of her being held captive to my feedings. She came out and I told her that I had one more thing for her. She looked uncomfortable at the idea of more food, and I couldn't blame her. But she dutifully sat in the chair and let me tie her down again. I grabbed a juice box and a jumbo chocolate cookie and ran up to her. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle much more than that, but I wanted to let her know that I was going to decide what she ate or didn't eat. She moaned, mostly in pain, but also with some pleasure at being fed those last few bites of cookie. “You'll feel much better after you get out of this chair. Just a little bit of juice left and I'll untie you.” She sucked on the tiny straw slowly and with hesitation, but finished off the last sip.

I untied her and told her how well she had done. Her shirt was riding up on her belly a few inches more than when she arrived now.

“My god theses pants are tight.” She uttered. “I have to take them off.” So she slid out of her pants and slid back into my bed. I followed her into bad and sat up behind her as she laid back onto me. I rubbed her belly softly and swirled my finger tips around in circles on her skin. I felt bad for making her eat so much, but I enjoyed every second of it. I kept of rubbing circles in her belly and kissed her on the side of her neck savoring the fruity smell of her hair. Her belly was taught and looked like a expectant mother in the third trimester. She laid her head back onto my chest and after a few more minutes of belly rubbing fell fast asleep. I squiggled out from underneath her, tucked her in and kissed her on the cheek. She briefly smiled at me and fell back to sleep with a grin still clinging to her face. She looked so beautiful and I wanted to give her the world.