chapter 6

When Piki said he would train me, I didn't think he meant make me fat. I had put on seventeen pounds in the two weeks of "training" we had begun. I would sit and he would give me a huge amount of a specific type of food to eat. He kept a record of how much I could eat until I wanted to die.

We usually did this at least once a day. We tried curry once and I could only eat seven plates of it. I didn't know I'd have to eat a bunch of rice with it. Today he had pies for me to try and eat a ridiculous amount of. Out of ten pies I could only put away six of them. "Piki, I'm full."

"But you have to learn to eat past that point," he said. "Just four more." He pushed another pie closer to me and I almost fell over.

"I need a treat to keep going," I said. He nodded determinedly and walked over to me on my side of the table. He got down on his knees and went for the zipper on my already unbuttoned pair of jeans. "Uh, I meant like an ice cream or something...but this is good too!"

"You want more food to feel less full?" he asked, still kneeling near my crotch. "That's crazy."

"Well, uh, I can always go for ice cream." He started laughing and stood up. He stopped laughing and looked at me.

"So, which do you want? Ice cream or a treat from, uh, me?"

"You!" I exclaimed, suddenly in the mood for more pie. I had a solid erection and my breathing had picked up. He nodded and went back to where he had just been.

He worked his hand into my underwear and grabbed onto my penis. Oh god it felt good. He stroked it, making my penis even harder. Nobody had ever done this for me. I had never had any sort of really sexual experiences.

I mean, heated make-out sessions didn't count. My penis was free from my underwear and he put his mouth around the head. "Eat your...pie," he said in a muffled voice. I leaned forward and grabbed the pie tin.

I dug my fork into it and started shoveling pie into my mouth. It was apple pie and I didn't feel so full anymore. I finished that one as pre-cum spurted out of the tip. He was really good at this. Slightly more full, I grabbed another tin and started on it as well.

I was about to cum. I felt a surge up the shaft of my penis and finished another pie. That was just more pre-cum. He continued and placed one of his hands on my stomach.

"Pii...ki. I'm...I'm coming!" He stopped sucking and moved his head. Semen spurted out onto the floor, some catching him on his cheek. "So...sorry." He wiped his face and then the floor with a paper towel from on top of the table.

"Do you still want the ice cream?" he asked.

"I just ate two more pies; I don't think I can handle the ice cream." He smiled as he walked towards the freezer in my kitchen.

"But you said you can always go for ice cream."