chapter 2

Before he had time to catch his breath she had quickly reappeared by the couch, the remainder the cheesecake on a plate in her hand. It was whole, save for the one slice he had greedily cut out of it earlier. She placed the plate on the coffee table beside the couch and straddled his lap.

"Best seat in the house," he quipped observantly, as she made herself comfortable in her new perch.

She wiggled her pert bottom against his thick thighs and smiled at him. "It's getting comfier, that's for sure," she said, prodding his belly. "What's left of it."

"Where's the knife?" he asked, "To cut me a slice of that cheesecake?"

She smiled.

"Oh, ... I think we both know we won't be needing a knife. You wanted one slice, and one slice is what you'll get."

She reached for the plate and spun it around for show with her hands.

"See? ... 'Technically,' ... still 'one' slice."

He sneered at her. "Well that's rich coming from someone who just called me 'fat'." He pushed the plate away, pretending he didn't want it. "That's the last time I do a deal with you." He crossed his arms playfully across his belly in a pretend huff.

"Oh, come-come now," she said, sliding a hand beneath his belly to stroke him softly. He was already aroused.

"From where I'm sat, it feels like someone's still making me an offer, don't you?"

She stared at him, smiling. He had always been a slave to his urges. He rolled his own eyes in return. She let him be and picked up the spoon.

"First things first, how about a bite?"

She scooped up a big spoonful of cheesecake and hovered it invitingly by his mouth.

"I can't have you going to bed hungry, now can I? ... What kind of feeder do you think I am?"

He looked at the spoonful. "Well," he paused for thought, "I may not approve of your methods, but a bite sure does sounds good right now."

He licked his lips in anticipation, stroked his belly, and stared longingly at the cheesecake on the spoon by his lips. He knew he shouldn't.

"I really shouldn't," he said, "I'm really starting to get ...".

"Oh, but you should," she said, interrupting him mid-sentence.

She swished the spoonful invitingly again by his mouth.

"All that fattening cheesecake looks so good doesn't it? ... Just think how big it'll make you, how fat you'll get. Don't you want that? .... Go on, ... spoil yourself. Let's at least get you a 'little' fat. How about that?" She patted his belly.

"Well, when you put it like that," he said, finally accepting the spoonful of cheesecake into his mouth with a look of appreciation on his face. "It makes a lot of sense."

He closed his eyes, as the cheesecake's blissfully sweet taste and velvety texture began to overwhelm his senses.

"Mmm," he moaned, "You're so right, it tastes so good. And oh-so rich. I can almost feel the calories."

"My compliments to the chef," he added, through his muffled chews.

"Well," she replied, "you know the best compliment for this chef is an empty plate."

She smiled at him and dangled another heaped spoonful persuasively by his mouth.

"Go on, have some more, I really do insist."

"One more bite it is then," he said, swallowing the remainder of the first spoonful, and accepting the second into his mouth.

"But this really is the last one," he spluttered through a mouthful of cheesecake. "Promise?"

"Oh, ... let me worry about that," she chuckled.

"I know a big appetite when I see one. And how to satisfy it. You need lots more, I can tell."

She prepared another spoonful as he ate. He threw his head back as he swallowed, his eyes glazing over at the pleasure of being positively encouraged to truly satisfy his real appetite. The appetite he'd kept under wraps until meeting her.

She felt his belly rumble between her legs.

"Mmm," she sighed seductively, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"Now someone is hungry tonight, aren't they?"

She knew the moment she spoke like that he'd eat to excess.

The feeding continued until only one bite of the cheesecake remained. He looked sleepy, almost food drunk by now. His belly had swollen up between her thighs. Its pressure on her was as stimulating as watching him eating the fattening cheesecake had been. She began to rock herself gently against his belly, sensing the inevitable reaction to his growing gluttony rising beneath it.

She kissed him on the cheek, in an attempt to rouse him from his stupor.

"C'mon," she whispered softly in his ear. "Just one more bite and we're done."

His belly gurgled loudly in protest. She paused and looked at him innocently but her eyes were full of mischief.

"Don't you want to get fatter for me?"

She fluttered her eyebrows.

"Yes, ..., yes ... one more bite," he replied sleepily, rubbing his belly in a daze.

"I need one more bite, please ... please feed it to me."

"Make me fat."

"Perfect," she said, as she placed the last spoonful by his lips, granting him his wish.

"Eat it all up now, because we want to get you ... nice .... and ... fat ...".

Her voice dropped a semi-tone and she let her words linger provocatively in the air.

Food drunk, he nodded sleepily.

"Nice ... and ... fat," he muttered repetitively.

She returned the spoon to the plate and placed it back on the coffee table. She leant forwards to rest her head upon his soft shoulder. She felt his belly rise and fall beneath her body with each of his laboured breaths. His breaths were shallow at being so stuffed. He was so warm, and so very large, she felt tiny by comparison.

"You're so greedy," she whispered lustfully in his ear, before kissing him deeply. She tasted the sweet cheesecake on her lips. If only he knew how sinful she'd made it. She placed her head back on his shoulder. Light headed from all the indulgence, she watched on, as he slowly drifted off to sleep. And let all those calories begin to work their magic.

She didn't mean to take advantage of him when he got like this, but she knew deep down she just couldn't help herself, and judging by how the weight was piling on to him, neither could he.


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