chapter 4

"Wow, you HAVE to eat 12 more donuts, before she LET'S you cum?", questioned Mary from her mounted position utop Billy's chubby thighs.

Too embarrassed to look at Mary, Billy didn't say anything, but just looked down at his own fat and distended belly.

"So now it all makes sense," said Mary like a seasoned sleuth that just pieced together an elaborate conspiracy.

"What does?", queried the now bashful Billy.

"So how much have you gained so far with your feeder?"

The words "feeder" and asking how much weight he'd already gained, made him grow even harder. His cock twitched and Billy let out a stifled moan that did not go unnoticed by his current feeder. However, Billy still tried his best not to let his growing lust show. He straightened up a bit, in an effort to regain his composure. With virtually anyone else but Linda, his roose would have been successful, but Mary was very familiar with his type. She easily discerned the physical, mental, and emotional storm raging within her new pet. Mary had chosen her words wisely, knowing full well that she'd just stirred his pot.

"My feeder?", half questioned Billy. Deep down inside, he knew exactly what Mary was asking. He understood, yet his pride still denied the truth laid out before him.

"Linda's not my feeder, she's my...." he paused, ashamed before continuing, "...she's my.... wife."

"And your wife is NOT your feeder? RIGHT?, said Mary in an openly mocking tone. "So how much have you gained since getting married.

Billy paused, thinking and doing calculations in his head. Then, "130lbs", said Billy. The words seem to shock him more than Mary. Up to this point, he knew he'd packex on more than a few pounds, but saying it was another thing.

With a wolfish grin, Mary prodded his obese body, massaging his many folds of textured flesh. "I watched you gain a ton of weight over the past year."

"I know I put on a few...", said Billy dejectedly.

"Its been more than a few sweety, but as I was saying; You were a chubster when I first saw you, but here's my question. How did she make you grow so fat, so fast?"

"She didn't make me do anything", said Billy in a defiant tone.

"Of course she didnt.... but, your Fat Bitch Ass isn't allowed to cum until you've eaten 24 donuts. Yeah, she not making you fat. Right", continued Mary in a light tone.

"So you used to be thin?"

"Not only thin, but fit as a fiddle", said Billy with pride.

"And just look at you now....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", purred Mary as she set another one of her baker's dozens before stuffed, yet not sated hog of a man Billy had alowed himself to become. He sat spread legged with his pants undone and his massive girth spilt out upon his lap.

A few years ago, this current image of himself as an obese man sitting, belly exposed and downing over 30 donuts, would have terrified him. But now, things were different. He'd changed just as much on the inside as he had on the outside.

Even without his pulsating cock sleeve, Billy would definitely be sporting a raging hard on in this situation.