chapter 7

She cleared her throat, she felt incredibly spell bound by the display, but she was nervous, dangling delightfully on tenterhooks. She had never known a man who actively wanted to get fatter, as much as she had dreamed one day she would finally meet one. Now presented with the opportunity, a wave of apprehension flooded over her.

"Forgive me.... Bill." She began, as she twiddled with her fingers, "but. I. I mean, I don't know." She looked briefly to his eyes and then back to her hands. "Vie never done this before. What. What do I do?" Her body ached to be next to him, to touch his warm flesh, to watch him and help him expand.

Bill took one of the dishes from her tray and patted the soft bench beside him. "I do have a sweet tooth," he said with a soft discrete burp, "that's how I got this big. And I have a feeling you're going to help me get bigger...it's easy, and don't be afraid to touch me...I may bark but I don't bite, at least not until later." He finished with a wink. "Anyway I think we're both going to enjoy what could happen next. Jen you are an amazing chef, I can't stop eating your wonderful creations but I want your help."

"I've always wanted to see how big I could get if I really stuffed but nearing the end each time I ran out of steam...too tired to lift a fork, to distended to sit vertically and able to breathe. I knew I could get bigger if I had someone to help but never found the right woman. I'm hoping that's you."

Letting her think things through and get used to the idea of touching him, let alone pushing him to exceed any previous capacity, he sighed and leaned back having finished the second bowl.

Feeling her lean into him, seeing her eyes glued to the swollen arc of his belly he tested her. "Baby, if you can put gentle pressure right here" he said placing one her hands on the almost horizontal shelf of his upper belly, " and gently rub you'll help all this fattening food settle and distribute and eventually digest. If we do this gentle and slow for the next several hours I should be noticeably larger. To get me as big as possible you may have to eventually undo my shirt and belt so I can breathe." He looked at her seriously..."are you willing to do that? Would you like to do that?"

She felt herself inwardly swoon as Bill winked at her. As her hands melted into his warm flesh, she felt a tremble pulse through her. Her ex wasn't small, but he never let her enjoy his size.

She moved her hand slowly in circles. She couldn't believe she was finally touching the man she had longed to touch since the day he entered her pub.

"I...I would very much like to do that." She spoke softly.

I'm his baby, she thought to herself. I'm his. He hopes I'm the right woman. The though of being his sent excitement through her. Bursting out of her comfort zone she picked up an éclair of the tray, she bit her lip seductively and pressed it to his lips.

"Is this.... right?" She said presenting him with her homemade, fattening treat. Still circling her hand on his slightly distended gut. Feeling a heat between her legs, Her inner self wanted to rip his clothes off there and then. But she wanted to enjoy this moment, her first time feeding a man, Bill of all people. She wanted the moment to last forever.

"Perfect, don't be afraid, don't stop," he commanded, his tone softening and surprisingly gentle.

Chewing the éclair he sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing his arms at his sides, willing her to continue her attention to his slowly expanding abdomen. Her touch was feather light and as the time passed and he had consumed pastry after pastry, he realized her exploratory touch was becoming bolder and bolder, squeezing his lower softness, sliding under his breasts, gently circling his navel and through the spreading gap in his overstretched shirt slipping deep into it and holding herself there. He was in shear sensory heaven and could almost feel himself stretching, his belly pushing forward, his hips straining as he tried to widen his knees to make room.

"More" he whispered as she paused briefly allowing him to swallow. Lifting his arm closest to her placed it over her shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

Jen relished in the deepness of his navel, she squirmed in her seat. Longing to be touched by him, but not wanting the erotic feeding session to stop even for a moment. The idea of all her treats adding layers of new soft fat to this already hefty man before her did something deep inside her she hadn't felt for years.

The tray was almost empty. Jen was shocked and aroused at how easily Bill had managed to put her food away.

The force of him pulling her in closely set her alight. The more aroused she became the harder and faster she explored ever inch and fold on Bill. She was physically quivering with anticipation.

This man was heavy and she wanted that heaviness to be used against her.

She threw caution to the wind. She leaned in, feeling his flesh mould around her. She unbuttoned his shirt one by one soaking him in. When the last button was undone, his large bloated belly spilled out of his open shirt, she took a gasp there it was. Better than the numerous times she had imagined.