Chapter 3

Two hours just flew by. I ate all of my meal and a bowl of the stew Hank had order for me. He told me that my stomach was still too small. My capacity would increase as my belly was stretched out with more food. He recommended that I be stuffed daily to keep my stomach stretched to be able to take in more and more food.

“Then we’ll increase your intake. You’ll blow up nicely,” Hank said, rubbing my bloating belly.

“Do you really think so?” I asked

He looked at me quizzically. “Well, maybe we should test my hypothesis. Come with me.”

We got up from the table. He paid the check at the counter and said goodbye to Susan. She handed him a large brown paper bag from under the counter.

“Here’s your order, Hank darling,” Susan said.

He thanked her, gave her a generous tip, and we got into his truck – Hank in the driver’s seat and I in the passenger seat. Hank opened the bag revealing several pies – 3 cherry, 1 chocolate cream, and the other banana cream. He took a couple of hunks out of one of the cherry ones and then offered me the rest.

“May I?” he asked, undoing my belt buckle, sliding off my belt. “You won’t need this any more.”

I was barely able to finish the first pie with the big meal still weighing heavily in my gut. He shook his head knowingly. Before I knew it, my seat was reclined and he was massaging my abdomen – long deep strokes.

“Moving the food around, relieving some pressure to make room for some more,” he explained. “How does it feel?”

“Good, but I feel tight,” I grunted.

He got all but the last cherry pie into me this way…lots of belly rubs and frequent breaks. I wish I could say that I my buttons burst open during my first real feeding and I gained 25 pounds in one sitting, but that would be a fantasy and this story is true. I must confess that I had heartily wished that my buttons did burst and was praying for it during the process. Though Hank tried to create a certain erotic atmosphere for me with his half-whispered encouragements, his gentle massage, and how he’d just brush my inner thigh, I was not used to all this rich food. My stomach protested loudly – groaning and grumbling as it was forced larger than it had ever grown before. My belly was hard to the touch and ballooned as if I had swallowed a watermelon. My jeans were so restrictive – holding me firmly – my flesh pressed painfully against the denim. And, Hank wouldn’t let me open my jeans.

“I want you to truly sense what these jeans really feel like because you’ll never wear them again. You’re going to have to invest in something with a little more stretch,” Hank said, trying unsuccessfully to insert a finger into my waistband.

I gasped. My bloated, rock-hard belly attempting to escape from the top. OH, THE PRESSURE! Hank took me for a drive for about an hour or so, giving me a tour of the area. He watched from the side as I struggled to rub my unbearably stuffed belly, resisting the urge to rip open my jeans himself.

“Now, that’s what I like- a man with a healthy appetite,” he declared, almost swallowing his piece of cherry pie whole.

I marveled as he almost inhaled his dessert. When we got back to the parking lot, the pain had subsided. What remained was a deep satisfaction – I was sustained by a very full belly and an equally filling companion. I did have another kind of longing at that time which would be satisfied… in due course.

“Again, tomorrow, Studdley?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” I said.

He chuckled softly as he watched me struggle to get behind the steering wheel, my stomach encountered the steering wheel.

PRESENT DAY, A FEW MOMENTS LATER:

He returns to my side with a large plastic container between his hands. I know the dreaded container – pleasure and pain. He slowly uncapped it and pulled out a thick, shiny glob or the sugaring scrub.

“No,” I moan.

“Yes, oh yes,” he whispers into my ear as he kneels before me as if worshipping me.

I whimper as the cold mass brushes my skin. I squealed as he deftly began to rub the exfoliant into my taunt ball –belly…being oiled up so slowly…grains of sugar massaging, reaching deep down, agony…I was his thickly blown up love toy…

“You should have given the hand signal and I would have stopped,” Hank said.

“Wanted to…ahhh…feel…really….full,” I said, groaning.

“Well, you have succeeded,” Hank replied, in awe of my expanding girth. “You’re so tight, Studdley, so damn big. Time to take your measurements.”

He stopped playing with my fat and went for the scale and measuring tape. “Remind me what you were when we met.”

“Ughh,” I exclaimed as he got me on my feet.

I gingerly stepped on the scale he rolled under my feet. “When we met eight months ago, I was about 191 pounds and was a size 36 waist.”

“As of now, you’ve fattened to a nice rotund 247 pounds,” he said giving my engorged belly a good poke causing me to grunt and swear softly. “That’s a 56 pound gain.”

“Now for your next set of accomplishments,” Hank announced, pulling out the tape. “Let’s see…hmmmm…”

“Well?” I asked, impatiently. “What have I blown out to?”

“Your waist is currently just making it at 43 inches around. So, you’re up 7 inches. Now, that ole ball belly of yours is 52 inches round,” he said, almost sadly.

“You sound disappointed,” I replied. “I love the way you’re made me so fat.”

“Fat? You’ve got no idea what fat is yet, Studdley. Now, eat,” he commanded, pointing to a rather large bowl of mini oreo cookies.

I went to sit down, but he stopped me.

“No, I want you to lean over the table…spread your thighs for me,” he said, positioning himself under my ample expanse. “I want you to feel your own weight.”

I grunted feeling the pull of gravity…so heavy…I shoved my face deep into the bowl and being to graze.

OH, MY LORD, HE’S GOING TO MAKE ME STAND FOR THIS.

My hips began to grind and then to thrust forward as I was hand milked being pulled up and down…grunting…snorting…chewing…and swelling more…every crevice filled inside of me…fingers crawled up and down my gurgling belly as I stuffed myself bigger and bigger…moan escaping me lips…tongue lapping up and down my thighs…almost there…ooohhhhh…now grinding faster…painfully bouncing…grasping my belly…then my arms pulled away and held tightly…

Before he took me in his mouth, Hank said, “I want to grow you. You will always be filled…this is only the beginning for you my friend…my love…”