chapter 2

She smiled triumphantly at having caught her prey. Of course, she had had her suspicions all along. She knew several hidden-hundred calories were being greedily consumed behind her back. That waistline of his was spiraling out of control for a reason after all. And now she knew how he did it, she was not about to let it slide.

'What a pity,' she thought, deviantly. He had seemed so confident about regaining control of his weight this time. But alas, by now, this poor boy before her could simply not control his greed.

'It was funny', she thought, how her very own alpha male - ensnared by her enumerate charms - had allowed himself to be coaxed into becoming such a blubbery-ball of weak-willed butterfat. She felt sure, given hindsight, that he may have regretted his first pick up line to her in the club that very first night they met. But like all her past flames, he soon came to realise that her love come with a price around his waist. She had twenty pounds on him before he knew the game was afoot.

And now, she watched on, delightedly, as she saw the panic on his face, at being caught like the greedy hog that he was. He was desperately trying to suck in at his gut, as if that could hide the weight he had piled on since they met. She saw his cheeks slowly begin to emanate a dark glow as he looked down, and for the first time that night, realised that his 5X shirt now resembled little more than a crop top having gorged himself so hard. He looked so ashamed, but then again he was not. Its what they both had wanted for so long now.

There was silence.

She said not a word - she just stood there in the kitchen doorway - leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed. He daren't look at her. But he could feel that Cheshire-cat grin. He pictured her wild bed hair, the mischief in her eyes, they all increased her allure. And from vivid memories, he knew her night slip clung invitingly to every slender curve. At least one in this relationship could control their weight. And it certainly wasn't him, he looked down at his belly. He couldn't remember the last time he saw his feet, let alone what he grasped in his right hand.

She finally tip-toed over to him, pecked him on the cheek, and placed her lips by his receptive ear.

"Well, well, well," she whispered softly, patting his belly with her free hand. "Someone's cheating aren't they?"

She looked at the mess around her and smiled. "If this is what you call weight-loss, then I wholeheartedly approve."

She let her hand trace the full curve of his belly. His furrowed his brow. He knew her gloating would be intolerable, but somehow, it only turned him on more. He just couldn't stop eating.

Emboldened by his embarrassment, she took the opportunity to join her hand with his in his pants, and rekindled his flame. Never had a man hardened so fast in her grasp before. 'Easy prey,' she surmised excitedly. His thirst for her - like his thirst for his food - she could seemingly never quench. And she had tried. Oh boy, had she tried, and it had had devastating consequences for his waist. This boy before her - now a man - had just gotten bigger, and fatter, and heavier since the night they met. And now he seemed hungrier for her love than ever before. It was time to capitalise on her upper hand.

"Allow me," she said, with a wry smile, as she reached for a cream cake, "to help," she pressed the cake to his lips, "With this weight loss," she eyed his belly critically again, "you say you want so much."

He pulled his head away from the treat. "I can explain," he protested, "I can explain all this." He knew he couldn't. He pointed over at the boxes, "I really can ..."

"Suushhhh," she said, as she pressed the cake determinedly to his lips.

"I think you've explained enough." She looked at the empty boxes and raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Don't you?"

His eyes began to fixate upon the treat in her hand. Her other was weaving a familiarly inviting spell in his pants, keeping him an endless prisoner at the crest of that wave. He licked at his lips, he couldn't hold on much more, not like this. He knew there would be no release until it was done.

"Aren't you hungry?" she inquired, looking doe-eyed at him. She quickened her manipulation of him, "I think you are, aren't you? ... I bet you want to eat them all."

Her smile became less angelic this time, as he sensed her eyes reading his face, as he let slip a pleasurable sigh. She knew he was close to giving in, like always. If eating to excess got him off, eating to excess with her help sent him into free-fall. He rubbed at his belly sensually, as if he couldn't contain his size and his lust for more. It was no wonder he was getting so fat so fast. Weakened by her words, and spellbound by her strokes, he was unable to resist, and took a ravenous bite from the treat in her hand; like it was his first, like it was his last. If somehow he could blame it all on her, it would be alright. She chuckled as he bit heartily on the treat again. She always won, eventually, particularly where food was in the case.

"Fat boys," she cooed in his ear. She inspected his love handles with obvious glee, "always so hungry, aren't you? No matter how much I fill you up."

Intoxicated by a cocktail of lust, he took yet another bite from her hand, and then another, and another. He was almost licking at her fingers such was his thirst for more.

She squeezed his manhood tight.

"Mmmm, didn't have to use my lips this time," she whispered in his ear, as she kissed him on the cheek, "progress". She slapped his belly for good measure and let her words linger.

"It's been fun ....," she continued, her breath hot on his neck, "fattening you up out of these pants." She inspected the straining seams and squeezed her fingers between his belly and waistband.

"Time to size up again soon," she added, bringing a second cake to his lips, "If you keep eating like this".

He turned to kiss her, passionately. Mainly because he could stand her teasing no more.

"You were so slim before you met me," she gasped, as they both came up for air, as she prodded his belly with a satisfied grin.