chapter 14 - fulfilling her dream 2 - her point of view

He took the first piece and held it up to his mouth. He gently nibbled on a first bite and she watched as he savored the exquisite taste of this most sinful creation. He thoroughly took his time with the first piece but then immediately went on to the second.
“Good, good”, she encouraged him, “You like it, don’t you? No wonder, since it is the most fattening cake, Leah sells at her pastry shop. Did you know that more than half of the cake is essentially butter? The perfect treat for my ever-growing hog.”
He munched on the second piece, while she continued to tease him. And with every word she could see how a deep hunger awakened in his eyes as he ate faster and faster. The moment he finished the second piece, he immediately continued with the third. Meanwhile, her hand had disappeared beneath her panties and while she used the other one to overtly play with her nipples.
“Yes baby, give in to your hunger. Show me what a greedy, gluttonous porker you really are.”
He was breathing heavily as he stuffed himself with the third piece. Whipped cream and icing covered his hands and mouth, but he did not care. Arousal rushed through her body as she saw him let go off the last cultural restraints and downright devoured the cake like an animal. Her hand sent waves of pleasure through her body and soft moans escaped her mouth.
Her breathing was heavier as she spoke again: “It is hard to imagine that you really weigh mighty 492 pounds these days. I have fattened you up well, haven’t I, funneling all those thousands calories into you, making you balloon into the luxuriant butterball you are today.”
The fifth piece was gone and he was panting. She could see how horny her teasing words made him. So she wouldn’t have been surprised, if the panting was arousal, surging through his body. Once he had caught his breath he took the sixth piece to his mouth.
“You can’t stop, can you my sweet greedy hog? Ever since I popped the first strawberries into your mouth and I saw your manhood grow, I was intrigued. I knew what desires you were hiding. And I, who had tasted the joys of your softening body, wanted more of it, so much more.”
With a grunt he shifted his weight and a loud belch escaped him. He massaged his belly, making the soft mounds of his moobs wobble back and forth. His other hand, undeterred, lifted the eight piece to his lips.
She chuckled.
“And you did not disappoint me”, she flashed a devilish smile, “There are very few feedees online, who have blown up as wonderfully as you did. Only five years ago, you were a lean man of 165 lbs. I never imagined that you would end up this massive, nearly three times the man you used to be. And the way you are stuffing yourself tells me you are not done gaining, my blubberbound porker, are you? But maybe today is the day I dreamed of for so long.”
He looked up and stopped chewing. Half of the ninth piece was still in his hand.
“You, … you always wanted to make me this fat?”, he mumbled with his mouth full.
“Well, why don’t you get your non-cake hand down between your legs, tubbo.”, she commanded.
He looked at her dumbstruck.
“You heard me right. Grab you dick, piggy, if you can still find it.”
She saw how her humiliating words excited him even more. Obediently, his hand wandered down the curves of his huge gut. However, the way he was sitting, it never made it around his bulging overhang.
A lustful smile appeared on her face.
He shifted his weight to try it again, but his belly was still in his way. His head flushed red as a wave of shame overcame him.
Soft moans escaped her as she continued to play with herself.
“Come on, baby. Jerk off with me”, she teased.
Frustrated, he stuffed the remaining part of the ninth cake piece in his mouth and lifted his belly up with his cake-hand, while the other finally got hold of his dick. He sighed.
He grunted as he finally pumped his hand up and down his shaft. With each move his whole body quivered in response. Nearing 500 pounds there was no part of him left that wasn’t jiggling. A spectacle that nearly sent her over the edge. But she needed to concentrate.
“What are you doing, piggy?”, she scolded him, “Who told you to stop eating?”
He immediately let go of his belly, which dropped down and made him nearly lose the grip around his dick. Picking up the tenth piece, he shoved it halfway into his mouth.
She watched the morbidly obese man in front of her. Leaned back into the cushioned couch, his moobs rested on his enormous mound of a belly, that hung between his thickened thighs. Part of it covered in whipped cream and icing, where he had held up his belly. His one hand desperately arched around his hanging gut to grab the remainder of his dick, which was more and more swallowed up by the fat in his pubic area. The other one greedily stuffing more and more cake down his throat on her command.
She loved him and each and every pound of his swollen form. And he was finally hers, her plaything, her sexy wobbly boy-toy, her obedient porker.
Moans of pleasure escaped her mouth as her hand hastened its pace.
Spurred by her ecstatic moans he picked up the pace as well, his flabby body jiggling ever more wildly.
The eleventh piece of cake muffled his moans. He was nearly done, but had not fulfilled her wild dream tonight. Well, the way he was blowing up, it wouldn’t take long. She smirked, lost in her own thoughts for a second. A muffled curse, brought her back to reality. His cock-hand had slipped and his belly sagged down taking its place.
There it was. The moment she had waited for. The sight of his helpless attempts to get hold of his dick again, his whole body wobbling in response and his other hand still stuffing cake in his mouth finally send her over the edge.
With three loud screams of lust her body convulsed in a breathtaking orgasm and for a moment afterwards she laid there still enjoying the comfort of the recliner.
He looked up and her directly in the eye.
She smiled as only one can smile in the aftermath of sexual fulfillment.
Relaxed, she just laid in the recliner for a few minutes, enjoying the aftermath.
Then she got up and walked to him, being aware how painfully aroused he was.
“You really are the man of my dreams”, she sighed.