Chapter 9

The next few days passed in a blur for the two of them. During the day, Jenna would busy herself either working at the magazine or walking around town waiting for Sloane to return home from work. Tuesday afternoon Sloane got out early so they went on a nature walk, driving outside the city with Jenna toting a backpack brimming with sandwiches, cookies, and soda. They stopped at a picturesque spot and they ate an early dinner. Sloane was fed like a prize hog. He was utterly stuffed like the unfortunate Thanksgiving turkey…more and more food was put in front of Sloane, spooned into his mouth, offered, insisted…he peered down at his ballooning paunch. His belly had puffed-up resembling an overinflated, sphere. When he stood up, he inhaled, attempting to suck in his belly, and then ever so slowly exhaled. His belly pushed harder and more firmly against his straining jeans until Sloane felt the snap give way with a gratifying bang. He grunted attempting to refasten it with little success; it kept popping open.

After such a large dinner, he felt beyond bloated. Why did I eat so much? he moaned, gasping, his belly a solid ball of fat. Walking became labored for Sloane as he struggled to keep up with the lighter Jenna. As they walked Jenna would reach into her pack and feed Sloane the tasty sweets, and Sloane tried to eagerly devour all she offered…his belly swelling…larger and larger…

Jenna took the greatest pleasure in watching him begin to waddle holding his overstuffed belly and then relished the look of amazement on his face as he remembered they had cycled 2 miles from where they parked the car. She tried to be deaf of his grunting as his knees brushed against his hugely, distended belly. The last mile was punctuated by Sloane’s continual huffing and puffing. With Sloane red faced and sweating, they finally got to the bike rental place. Jenna returned the bikes while Sloane slowly made his way to the car and got in on the passenger side.

But rather than get in on driver’s side, she opened the passenger side and pulled the lever on the side, reclining Sloane’s seat. “Ooof!” Sloane exhaled, holding his underbelly.

Jenna straddled Sloane’s legs and pushed herself firmly against his swollen belly. Underneath her she felt the bulge expanding in his pants. She moved against him, gyrating her hips…his bugle becoming a thickening rod.

“Oooh," Sloane moaned, holding his belly, puffing his cheeks with air and slowing letting out, "I feel like I'm going to explode."

Jenna helped him off with his pants, pulling hers off as well. She couldn’t believe how swollen Sloane’s belly had become and how turned on it was making her. He grasped her full breasts and brought them to his mouth. She moaned as he latched on, sucking wildly as she softly caressed his underbelly and sides. He sucked in his breath as she mounted him, moving up and down his dripping shaft. Sloane’s legs began to shake sending his body shuddering as he felt her cum with him. Exhausted, Sloane lay back rubbing his big belly as Jenna dressed, moved into the driver’s seat, and drove back toward the city.

That evening Jenna kept Sloane quite full. Sloane tried to get Jenna to eat more, but was unsuccessful. In the back of his mind, he remembered that he was hired to overfeed her, but this fact and his other responsibilities got further and further away from him as the moment overtook him – the wonderous food being poured into him and being sexually satisfied over and over again.

After a consuming a filling chicken pot pie the two of them had baked together, Jenna stuffed him full of éclairs and cream puffs. His belly stretched, growing larger and more pronounced under his shirt. Soon the silk shirt was overstuffed with his growing middle, riding upward – seams groaning and creaking. She deftly massaged his gut, opening his pants and pulling down his zipper.

“Tell me how fat I’m getting,” Sloane said, eyes closed.

“Getting tight in there?” Jenna asked, feeding him more.

“Ah-huh,” he mumbled, shaking his head, his mouth gapping open – trying to swallow the sweet treat inside. Stuffed and full, he could hardly breathe he was so engorged.

“Looks like you’ve been gaining more than a little weight, haven’t you?” Jenna whispered in his ear. “becoming really porky.”

Sloane’s belly rumbled almost in response. Jenna laughed, patting Sloane’s great belly.

“I expect you want me to blow up like a blimp,” Sloane replied, chewing slowly. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing the round sphere on his lap. She poked and tickled his belly, causing raucous laughter followed by a string of belches from Sloane. He took a few more bites she offered and then put up his hand. His stomach was unyielding; it had stretched tremendous taut. It trembled with enormous internal pressure. It rumbled precariously …he had finally attained his absolute limit.

Slowly Jenna slipped her hand inside his pants, coming to sit between his beefy thighs. He felt himself being pulled down and then the most delicious lips embracing his cock. He sighed, quickly becoming lightheaded. And, that was only the beginning. She made him cum again and again, until he was shaking, totally spent.

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