Chapter 2

“One day I am going to get so fat that I won’t be able to work anymore.”

He could feel her breathing pattern change and her entire body tense up. She let her hands drop from his neck to his expansive belly and she looked up at him.

“Is that what you want?”



“I was trying to ask you if that is what you want. For me, it is kind of inevitable.”

“But how do you feel about that?”

He gazed down into her eyes and saw that she was completely serious. He snickered a little, “You certainly aren’t making this easy.”

“Well, baby, you brought it up. I think I am entitled to know how you feel about that before I answer your question.”

“Did you just call me baby?”

“Yes, baby,” she said lovingly and rested her head on his chest again. “It just felt right. I hope its ok.”

“Of course. Can I ask one question before I answer you?”

“I guess.”

“Do you like men that are bigger than me? Like a lot bigger?”

“Do men get much bigger than you?” she teased, giggling into the giant roll of fat on his side. “What do you think?”



That was all the answer he needed.

“Fine, then, I do want to get bigger. Here lately I’ve been wondering if I will ever be able to stop. I know that it is a bad thing, but I just love to eat so much. I love my career and all, but I literally cannot help myself. Does that mean I am addicted to food?”

She turned towards him, wrapping her legs around the enormity of his torso and staring him face-to-face, “Maybe, but it isn’t a bad thing if it is what makes you happy.”

“Then let’s do it.”

“Together, really?”

She kissed him passionately and began grinding her pelvis down onto him. He was still hard from earlier when he had fantasized about devouring everything in the bakery.

“Let me feed you and make you that fat, baby. It is something I have always wanted too. Oh, Peter, I can make you so big.”

He couldn’t concentrate on anything except her mouth, both what she was doing with it to his own and what she was saying. His thoughts were racing. Many times he had imagined getting so overweight that he couldn’t even get out of bed, but never in any of those daydreams did he have a girlfriend who wanted to feed him and help him grow to that size. He had anticipated having his groceries delivered and perhaps even eventually hiring a private nurse to care for him. What Heather had just offered had never even occurred to him as a possibility.

“We can start right now,” he told her, his excitement growing exponentially. “Would you go get me a cake and feed it to me?”

“Sure. What kind?”

“Surprise me.”

She rose off of him and slipped her dress up over her head, exposing the matching black lace bra and panties underneath. The sight was heavenly.

“You like?” she beckoned.

“Very much.”

She bent over towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. He hesitated a little and she could sense it right away.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he faltered. “I haven’t been naked in front of anyone in a very long time. It makes me nervous.”

“Taking your shirt off isn’t the same as being naked. It isn’t even topless. You don’t have breasts.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt for her. “I’ll let you be the judge of that. Now go get me my cake.”