chapter 2

he thrusted in and out. Both of them panted like animals as he pounded her pussy harder than he ever had. By the time he came this time, he was out of breath. He looked down at his belly and said
"I'm getting so out of shape. I can barely even fuck my wife."
"Your wife is very satisfied," Val said, patting him on his tummy.
They both got out of the shower, dried off, and Kyle went to try on his new clothes.
"Ummm, Val, are you sure you bought two sizes up?"
"Yeah, pretty sure..." she said.
"They're still pretty snug. I really need to start going to the gym like I said I was going to do."
"Baby, I told you, don't stress, I will go exchange them tomorrow..."


Many months later, after three hearty meals per day, Kyle walked into work when a coworker yelled to him,
"Kyle, you look like you're trying to sneak a basketball in under your shirt! Your wife must be feeding you well!"
Kyle just patted his over grown belly, laughed, and said,
"Yeah, she doesn't let me go hungry."
Kyle sat down at his desk with his belly now hanging well past his size 40 pants. His button down shirt was so tight you could see the indention of his navel. Kyle unpacked his lunch and started nibbling on it at 8 am. He had just eaten a large breakfast Val had cooked for him, but his belly was used to being stuffed at this point. He could barely last an hour without eating. Right after making himself comfortable at his desk, unbuttoning his pants button, and his bottom two shirt buttons so his gluttonous belly could be free, and opening his third bag of chips this morning, Val walks in to bring him a client file he had left at home. Embarrassed by what a slob he must look like, he quickly sits up straight, sucks his gut in as much as he can and tries to button his clothing back up. But Val locks his office door behind her and moves his hands away from his buttons, insisting that he let her help. But instead, she just unbuttoned his shirt even more so that his bulging gut was in full view. Her tiny body sat on the side of his office chair, leaned over him, running her hands over his engorged belly.
"Baby, I'm at work, someone could knock..."
"Then let's take this somewhere more private," she whispered.
His cock was rock hard and he had a hard time saying no to her, so they snuck into the gym bathroom. No one used it during office hours. Val noticed the scale, looked at Kyle, jiggle his stuffed gut and asked
"How much do you think you weigh now?"
"Who cares? Clearly I'm fucking huge now. Do you want this cock or not?"
"Yeah, I want it, but let's just see how big that belly of yours is now."
Kyle reluctantly got undressed and stepped on the scale and saw the numbers flash 320!
"Holy shit! How did I get this huge? Is this what you wanted? Is this why you kept feeding me? And look at you, with your athletic body! Is this what you wanted?" he asked, jiggling his belly.
Val took his hand, stick it down her panties, and said
"Yes, this is exactly what I wanted."
Val took his belly in both hands, shook it, then spanked it, the tongued his navel.
"Admit it, you like your big gut, don't you? You like how sensitive it is when you've stuffed it full of food all day then I rub it for you at night. You like that you have to pick it up and rest it on my ass when you fuck me doggy style. You like that it almost bursts all of your shirts open, don't you? I've seen you pig out at buffets and massage your belly through your button holes. You like how deep your navel is and how when you sit down, and it's protruding halfway to your knees, your navel gets that much deeper."
Val taunted him until his cock was dripping with cum. Val shook his belly and listened to all the food slosh around in there. She walked behind him and wrapped her arms around him to show him that she can't even reach her other hand past his huge gut. From behind, she cupped his gut in both hands, and told him to watch it jiggle. He looked down, not able to see his feet anymore, and watched his wife play with his swollen belly. As she fingered his belly button and shook his tummy, he grabbed ahold of his erect cock and started stroking it. She put one hand under his hanging gut and walked him to a chair and insisted his sit down. He leaned back in the chair and jerked his cock while Val taunted his engorged stomach. She poked it, massaged it, squeezed it. Every time her hand touched his belly's tightly stretched skin, he got that much closer to orgasming. When finally, she whispered in his ear,
"That's right piggy, stroke that fat cock while I play with this massive gut I gave you."