Chapter 6

He fell asleep right after, digestion kicking in and when he woke, she was giving him another blow job and waking him up with another pizza slice. He was so full, it was obscene and crazy, but he had to eat. It felt so good and automatic.

The sexual arousal seemed to make his stomach more stretchable. He soon had a hard time breathing and was panting.

She gave him a belly massage, the most sensual thing a feeder can do for a feedee and it felt so good, even if it created more pressure.

Lovingly she kneaded his belly, the fat on it and the pumped up gut behind. It spoke a clear language: Absorb, fatten, grow and become huge. The gesture was both loving, encouraging and demanding.

Then, suddenly it was all gone, the whole pizzas had vanished and he had a hard time breathing, his stomach had grown so large that it pushed away his lungs and instead of big breaths all he could do was shallow pants.

He had never ever eaten that much in his life before, never ever been this full. He felt like he would explode any second. He had the magical and very very hot feeling of that he had overdone it, that soon he would start having a strong stomach ache and then, prompting what he had asked for while overeating so massively, his belly would start to move and he would feel the slow rhythmic pumping inside him. And how he would groan and moan, look at her and see her wide eyes as she watched his gut.

And then, with contractions deep inside him, like having a pump installed there, he would inflate and his belly grow, first from pressure and then he would feel his double chin grow. Feel how growing fat would touch his thighs, as his belly fattened spontaneously. And the feeling of fattening, pure and direct, and gaining at a clip that was impossible, magical and totally unheard of.

That did not happen of course, that was impossible, but he had this strange feeling when she touched his anus, that he should not let her, that she might find something out that would endanger his future life, the way he knew it. But a scary realization, that this was exactly what needed to happen. He felt on a slippery slope, that threatened to make him lose control, and his belly doing more and more what it automatically was built for. Yes, he felt it clearly now: his belly and the fat on it was seducing him, taking him, making him enjoy being fat and with every pound of fat he contained, it would push him more to gain, to give in and let it happen.

When he got tired again, he knew that he was fattening, but it was good, he was now in good care.  He was not alone and got slowly fatter. He had a feeder that was taking care of him and it was so natural and ok to get fat now.

When he woke up again, he got an instant hard on when he realized what was happening: He was gaining, his belly was fatter than it had been the night before. And it was happening fast too!

He could see that she got hot at seeing his belly fatten, of grabbing his double chin and feeling how his breasts had gotten larger.

He felt her wet pussy, and he realized how horny it made her to watch him gain and fatten. He was glad that at this point, she did not know one of his weaknesses:

Namely,that is made her horny and wet to see him eat and that his growing fat made her excited. And making her wet made him horny and also seeing his fat grow, which made him eat more. This was a viscous cycle that would make him very very fat.

And even worse for his waist line: That he had a directive inside his gut to grow as large, as fat as his feeder wanted him to become. He was scared, that she was attracted to very very fat men, even immobility. He knew, if she wanted to see and it made her horny, he needed to gain and get fatter, however fat that would be.

They went out and she took him to a special store for big and tall people. She started talking with a sales person and started to point to him, explaining something that he could not hear standing a little off  to the side.

He came back with jeans and held them to him, measuring if they seemingly fit. They were huge, made for somebody several times his girth.

His feeder came over and said to the salesperson, “yeah, that is the right length, but his brother has a large hanging belly that will not fit in these!”

and the sales person nodded and smiled “oh, well, then you are in the right spot here. He seems to need special support, I think I know what you need!”

and then he knew what she was doing.

When the sales person came back, she shook her head “naah, bigger. He is a real lard tub, I think he gut hangs till the knees.”

The seller bustled off and soon came back. He could not believe the feelings that ran through him.

When they had bought the pants, they went home again and put them on and it was like magic, it felt like they were sucking on his fat, like they created a vacuum to pump up his gut to fill them out. he felt his belly softer and jigglier than ever before, there was also a feeling of danger: This woman seemed to be the real deal, she wanted him to fatten. And these pants were way too large, if he would fill them out. he got a hard on from this, he felt very clearly that a part of him wanted this badly.

And that night, when she always insisted that he should eat a little more and he felt his resistance melt, he had a nightmare that made him wake up in the middle of the night.

In the dream she had taken him to this clinic, helping him to lose weight. He had gotten to fat too fast and was scared for his health and wanted to lose weight, had to lose weight. And he needed psychotherapy, because he had these impulses to eat and eat and eat and eat, to not stop eating anymore and fatten faster and faster.

He feared for his sanity, as this also made him horny.

When they arrived at the clinic, they examined her, a whole staff was occupied in mapping his belly shape, feeling his pulse, his blood pressure and taking his dimensions.