chapter 13

Trevor's new regime was doing amazing things to his figure. By the time his plasters came off, he'd put on another two stones! I was so proud of him! The medics were not.
They said he was putting his life in danger simply by being morbidly obese. He could not afford to put any more weight on. They were talking like he could collapse and die at any minute! I didn't like the way they spoke to my Trevor at all! Getting him this big had taken a great deal of effort on both our parts. I was not going to ruin it all now!
They were wrong. Trevor was perfectly healthy in my book and it was my intention to double his current size in the next year to two years. He'd been completely dependent on me these last few weeks. I was willing to relinquish a bit of control so that he could return to work. His weight gain rate would slow, but he would still be getting bigger.
By the time we arrive back home after spending the morning at the hospital, poor Trevor was very hungry. He did not dare say anything because I was the boss, it I knew. Three and a half hours was a long time to go without a feeding.
So I fed him now. A litre of shake was a lot. It was so rich that usually he got only a quarter of that amount, but he was an addict and he was already showing signs of withdrawal.
He drank the whole lot down greedily, pleased he had the use of both hands back. I sat back and watched his empty belly swell.
After this, I would let him relax for and hour or so. This afternoon, he was going to find out how big he had become!

While he was asleep, I sorted out some of Trevor's old clothes. I laid them out ready for him to try on in the dining room. I didn't want him climbing all of those stairs, after all.
I put a big full length mirror in the living room and set up my camera. We were going to take some pictures of him.
I left out snacks on every available surface, both sweet and savoury. Trevor needed to be rewarded this afternoon. He did not realise how big he had become. It was time for him to find out!

The first outfit I gave Trevor to try on was the smallest. A pair of stretchy track suit bottoms and a tee shirt. They had fit snugly when we got married.
The track suit bottoms would not pull and higher than his knees. He got the tee shirt over his head, but he could not get his hands through as well. He tried a different way, putting his arms in first, but that did not work either.
The picture was taken with him holding the tee shirt in front of him. There was a good six inches of flesh either side.
I gave him a small shake for his efforts.
The next size up fared not much better. He was rewarded again.
Two sizes bigger and the track suit bottoms could be pulled up to mid thigh level. He got one arm in his tee shirt, but that was all. He drank down his third shake as eagerly as his first one
The next size trousers, Trevor managed to pull up to his hips. I helped him pull harder and we managed to get them over his rounded buttocks. The fabric was stretched tight. The drawstring was loosened as far as it would go. His big belly poured over the top of the waistband. He managed to get the tee shirt on, but it was a struggle. It looked like he was wearing a doll sized tee shirt it was so small, it was stretched and puckered so much that all the fabric was gathered over the top of his floppy man-breasts.
In the photograph , the clothing made him look fatter than ever!
I helped him undress, gave him another shake and we moved to the next size.
This time, the trousers pulled over his bottom easily. We both needed to push his belly inside. It only just fit, but by the time he had pulled the tee shirt on as well, the bottoms had rolled down to rest under his belly.
Again, we pulled, but no matter how hard we tried, we could not get the tee shirt and the trousers to meet! The tee shirt kept riding up and the trousers kept riding down! More great pictures!
Another shake, another size.
Trevor's flesh was covered in this size, but it was still very tight. The tee shirt emphasises his man-breasts. It showed his mounds of back fat and side rolls. The stretchy trousers were so tight, they showed the dimples in his cellulitic skin. He might be able to get away with wearing this in public, but then again, with his sixth shake inside him, the tee shirt rode up to reveal flesh again.
The next size was brand new. It was the biggest in my arsenal and it covered him up nicely all over. It was only a little bit tight over his belly.
Now I gave him a more formal outfit to try. It was the same size as the biggest track suit bottoms and tee shirt.
I had to help him pull the trousers up and tuck his belly in. We left the flies undone for now.
The formal shirt went on next. I helped him fasten the buttons, then we tucked the shirt into his trousers and fastened the trousers zip and button. They were tight, but they fastened.
He put on a tie and fastened it, then he pulled a suit jacket over the shirt and fastened that.
Now I stood back to admire out handwork.
The jacket was tight over the shoulders and upper arms. There was a lot wrinkling under his arms as the fabric tried to stretch to adjust to his bulging frame. This made the jacket just a little bit short. The buttons wrinkled and gaped. I took a picture. Trevor looked trussed up. I told him to eat something, then he could loosen the jacket buttons.
Despite all the shakes, he was hungry. He picked up a cold and congealing burger stuffed with three meat patties, four slices of cheese, plus mayonnaise, pickle and butter. He devoured it in seconds.
He loosened the jacket buttons and his frame appeared to relax. Now the jacket hung from his shoulders and his hidden belly bulged.
I took more pictures and asked him to take the jacket off.
The shirt looked tight over his upper arms and shoulders, but it was still tucked him his trousers. He looked smart and sexy. I moved in closer and I could see how the tight collar bit into his neck fat. He even had a little roll between the base of his skull and the back of his shirt collar. It made his double chin more pronounced.
I told him he could remove the tie and have something else to eat.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he got ride of the strangulating tie and picked up a large slice of gateau. The cake was supposed to be eaten with a cake fork, but Trevor picked it up with his hands. As he bit into it, the whipped cream oozed out between the slices. He licked most of it off, but one blob dropped down the front of his shirt. He finished the cake, then took the dropped cream off with a finger. He licked all of his fingers clean, but the cream had already left a greasy stain. His fingers may have been licked clean, but now they were sticky with sugar.
That did not matter to me. I didn't mind him getting a bit grubby.
With no tie to hide the shirt buttons, it was evident just how tight his shirt was. The button holes and the front placket gaped. The further over his belly you got, the wider the gaping. The trousers were only just holding up over his belly button.
I asked him to push the trousers down beneath his belly. His belly lurched forward and immediately looked bigger. The shirt was stretched to it's absolute maximum.
Could he push his belly out even further?
Indeed he could! The shirt suffered. It started with a tiny rip down the placket seam, but every time he moved, the seam got bigger until it was a good three inches long!
I got him to eat something else. He chose half a dozen barbecued ribs. Now his fingers were not just sticky, they were stained as well. His lips were covered in the dark sauce. He licked around where his tongue could reach, but he could not reach the stains on his cheeks or his chin. I didn't tell him they were there.
Now I let him loosen off his trousers and pull his shirt free. I could see everything he touched now. He was getting barbecue sauce everywhere!
I let him loosen the tightest buttons across his belly. His belly was reddened from where his trousers had been pulled tight. It was possible to see where every shirt button and every fold of fabric had been embedded into his flesh.
Trevor's big belly was free now, but he was not yet full. With my permission he picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and started to eat. He ate the whole thing, slice by slice.
Now his belly flesh was solid. If he slapped it there was no wobble. It extended a good three feet in front of the rest of his body. He sat down, tired of all the standing around when he was fresh out of plaster. He sat with his legs wide apart to accommodate his giant appendage.
Even though he was clearly very full Trevor had his eye an another piece of cake.
Who was I to deny him?
He ate cake until he was truly stuffed. His belly was engorged. His skin drum tight. He took his breath in gasps as his belly was so full it pressed up as well as out onto his lungs.
Just sitting, getting his breath brought on a sweat.
A big smile spread across his face. He closed his eyes as his stuffed body gave him the short pleasure that he craved.
He'd not be able to reach this point agin today. No matter how hard he tried. He had reached the zenith. But tomorrow, he could try all over again!