chapter 12

"...And this one," Mort coaxed in his playful, seductive voice. Martin opened his mouth obediently, and Mort slid a fat, rich chocolate between his lips.

"Mmm..." sighed Martin, closing his eyes with bliss as he chewed.

"You've liked everything so far," Gwen said, laughing.

The three of them were in Mort's apartment, Gwen watching as Mort fed Martin chocolate after rich chocolate. Martin was already stuffed, having had forth helpings of Mort's delicious cooking.

"We'll just have to keep going until our darling boy finds something he doesn't like, then," Mort said in a voice of false innocence.

"I don't much like coconut," said Martin.

"We'll save this one 'til last then," Mort said teasingly, setting the coconut chocolate aside. Martin was reclining on the couch, feeling deliciously fat and spoilt as his two feeders doted on him (though Gwen was not exactly comfortable with accepting that role, and just liked to watch him gorge).

He had taken to wearing sweatpants whenever he went over to Mort's, so that his belly could have more room to expand. He was really starting the feel the effects of his weight now; going up the stairs from the basement to the apartments was enough to render him winded. He could feel his thick thighs rubbing together when he walked, his ever-growing belly swaying beneath his shirt.

"How much to you weigh now, anyway?" Gwen asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

"Oh gosh, I haven't checked in ages," said Martin through another mouthful of chocolate, his chubby hands resting on his round, ever-expanding belly. "I'm afraid to know!"

"Well, I must confess my curiosity is getting the better of me," said Mort, grinning. "Gwen, darling, why ever don't you fetch the scale for our dear Martin?"

Gwen didn't need to be asked twice. She sprung up from the couch, and hurried out of the room.
Mort fed Martin another chocolate. This time, Martin took Mort's hands, and sucked gently on his finger, licking the chocolate from him.

"Oh honey," Mort whispered; "do you remember that time long ago, when I covered myself in cake, and made a delicious plate for my piggy?"

"Yeah," whispered Martin, feeling himself getting aroused.

"Why haven't we done it again?" Mort whispered.

"Well... there's Sherry," Martin said awkwardly, but Mort merely waved a flippant hand.

"My Sherry cherry isn't such a prudish pixie as you are."

"I'm not prudish!" said Martin. "Like, since Gwen and I had that talk and sort of got together, I don't feel so weird about- about us--you and me, I mean."

"Could it be that you want me as your bit on the side, while you live on the straight and narrow?" Mort teased. He slid his hand over Martin's belly, and caressed his thick thigh, feeling his hard dick underneath his pants.

"Yeah..." Martin moaned. "I've missed you so much, Morty... I've missed this so much... Would you like it if I was as big as Sherry?" he whispered.

"Oh you naughty boy," Mort said through gritted teeth, instantly getting hard. "I want you huge. Completely at my mercy."

At that moment, Gwen returned with the scale, and Martin gently pushed Mort's hand away from his dick, not knowing whether Gwen would be comfortable with seeing something like that. Mort, in any case, immediately became distracted by the scale.

"Hop on darling!" he said happily, as Gwen set the scale down on the ground.

Martin got off the couch with some effort, noticing how much more difficult this was becoming of late. His shirt rode up, exposing his belly-hang, which was becoming more and more notable by the week. He stepped on the scale, leaning forward and trying to flatten his belly with his hands, so that he could read the numbers. This too was becoming far more difficult; there was so much more fat, so much more of him.

Then the number flashed:130kg

Gwen let out a low whistle, and Mort fanned his face with his hand like a swooning girl.

"Oh my gosh... I'm getting huge," Martin said, awed. "That's almost three hundred pounds." His belly rumbled as if in approval.