chapter 2

It's been a few years since that first night, but I can still remember exactly how it went. We started in her kitchen, where she had ordered a whole party's worth of pizza, wings, breadsticks, fries, and more, with dessert to top it off! At first I didn't really believe that someone would be into fattening, but I believed it when I saw how enthusiastic she got the more I ate.

When I slowed down, she started hand-feeding me, with one hand rubbing my belly as I ate. She took off her top, and walked in front of me so that I could see her impressive breasts as I ate. She teased, "You can touch them when you're done."

I tried to eat it all, but after a while I just felt too full. I told her, and she told me to take my shirt off. It was getting kind of tight, after all. She started massaging my gut, her hands making swirling motions which squished and spread the lard around my belly. It felt amazing, and helped to reduce the packed feeling in my stomach. She squeezed at my love handles and shook, and I blushed as my whole body wobbled at the motions. Her hands traveled further down, and undid my fly.

"Just making room for more," she said, seductively.

She pulled at my arms and led me to her room, where I laid on her bed. She giggled at the loud creaking noise the bed made.

She pulled my pants down further, and pulled out my excited cock. She started stroking it up and down, very slowly. It felt great of course, but she stopped unexpectedly.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked.

"Don't you remember?" she said, "Not until you've finished your meal."

At that point, I was determined enough to eat through the pain. She brought in the remaining food, and fed it to me while massaging my belly, occasionally rubbing my cock to remind me of the reward I was working for. The desserts at the end made a nice break from the greasy fast food. I stuffed myself more and more as I got harder, and she got wetter, and it felt like I was about to explode. In the end there was just one bite of cake left, which she put in her mouth. I was confused, until she jumped on me and started kissing me, and we made out and shared the last bit of dessert together.

"You've been a good boy," she said after, "You deserve a reward."

She leaned further down, and started sucking my cock. It felt as good as I'd always dreamed it would, and it didn't take long for me to explode with the greatest orgasm of my life. It was time for her to swallow something that night.


That was 3 years ago now, and my wife and I have only grown our relationship, pun intended. With her encouragement, I've ballooned from 230 to 400 pounds in that time, and we have no intention to stop soon. We've already looked into special harnesses and equipment for when I'm immobile, and she says she can't wait until she has to reach in to grab my buried cock.

We've started playing with bondage recently, which has gone incredibly well. There is no better feeling than being tied up and tube-fed, while someone plays with your cock, going faster and faster the more you drink.

When I think about it, I must be the luckiest guy in the world.