Chapter 13

I leave him rest for a few minutes before talking again. “It’s time for you to pay your bet” He was rubbing his belly and belching. “What? –burp- Uff, Right now? But I’m so full, I can’t even –burp-“ He belched loudly and I finished the sentence “get up? Yes, and that was the bet. Now let me bring some butter to get your fat ass out of there”. It took me a few minutes to put butter all over his belly, he said that only on the side will be ok, but I told him that I wasn’t going to risk. We unstuck his belly but his pants made it more difficult to get him out. I had to pull on the opposite way so he could get it out. When it came out we saw that it had leave marks on his belly. “Well, those are your battle scars”.

He waddle to the living room and farted a few times. “Ugh, what a hog. I don’t even want you to do anything near to me anymore, but, a bet is a bet and now you have to pay it” I slapped his butt and sat on the armchair. He was going to seat but I stopped him “Hey what are you doing? Come here and do me a strip tease. You used to be a striper, right?”

He stood there, with humiliation on his face and rubbing his belly. “I know that I was mean but please don’t make me do it”. He said. “If you don’t do it, I’m going to make more milkshakes for you to drink”. I said seriously. He looked at me concerned and then looked down. He stood in front of me and started to move clumsy. “Is that all you have? Here let me put some music, and I want you to make some sexy moves that you made on your work”. I put Crazy from Aerosmith on my cell phone and then watched him.

He moved his hips side to side and moved his hand down his torso like when he had abs. “I feel so heavy, how can I do something sexy with this big and disgusting gut” he turned back and bended to shake his butt, I slap it hard and laughed. “Clothes off! Clothes off!” I yelled. He didn’t turn back, just started to take off his jeans with clumsy moves that he used to use to look sexy. He was wearing a big and white brief that looked tight on his butt. He took his jeans and throws them on the table and kept dancing without face me.

“Turn around blob!” I pinched the fat on his back and he yelped. “H-Hey! It isn’t allowed to touch!” He turned back and looked at me blushing. “I’m going to say what is allowed and what no. Keep dancing, pig” the white briefs looked like a thong under his fat belly, that was sagging and started to cover his crotch. His hips looked even bigger without the jeans, It seem that he had double them in size and his legs were chubbier also. He started to take of his shirt and his mobs jiggled furiously as he

started to shake the shirt on the air. The fat on his arms were jiggling, and I could see his double chin.

I started to feel something familiar, seeing him dancing with his added weight and humiliated was making me feel turn on. I didn’t want him to realize this, so I started to laugh “Ok, ok. That’s enough; I have had my revenge now please cover yourself again. You’re making me sick”. I lied. “Please don’t make me do that again". He put on his shirt and a jeans, but he leave them undone to give room to his belly. “Ok, sorry. But you can use this as a motivation to lose weight. you know, all the embarrassment”.

I said as I got up. “Yes, yes. You’re right. Thanks, I guess”. I leave the living room and went straight to my own room. “Did I thanked her for humiliate me? It must be something for the food, I better go to bed” He said to himself and I saw struggling to climb the stairs from the door of my bedroom. “He looks… hot. What I am thinking? He looks fat. He’s becoming a big fat and lazy pig just like I wanted”. I went to my bed and stripped. “And that’s turning me on, amazing.”

The next day I made a light breakfast for him and put him on trance and then gave him a big breakfast and a liter of milkshake. When he got out of the trance, he thought that he was full from the small breakfast. I kept this strategy so he would think that he was eating less, I didn’t fixed his sweatpants with the excuse of being busy with my work. To avoid any motivation to workout, I bought him several new games. But some days I would find him trying to make exercise, one or twice a month. The milkshake and the stuffing made him gain even more weight on the following months and I started to enjoy it more.