chapter 8

I was downstairs making my way to Jon at the clerking station. I saw Jon busying himself with some paperwork, but he looked different. As I got closer, I noticed his shirt and suit jacket looked a little tight. He had definitely developed a bit of a gut.

"Ahh Mr Rose. What may I do for you?"
"Hey Jon. You're looking a bit...heavy. How have you been?"
"Ah yes. I've had the pleasure of testing a new variant of your wife's..."
"Ex-wife" I interrupted.
"...a new variant of your ex-wife's milk. This milk can add weight to men quite effectively. It should be on sale in the near future." Jon said whilst patting his new tummy.
"Oh I see. How is Amber anyway?"
"She's very well I believe. She is up to 900lbs now according to the scale and her hunger has not ceased. And don't worry, she's being well looked after. She is never short of gentleman callers..."
"Good for her...anyway. I was hoping if you may be able to help me? My Lacey has..."
"Gotten too fat for you now too?"
"Yes, unfortunately. I just can't handle her. I'm fed up of going to the gym to care for her and I feel like I'm not getting enough satisfaction from the relationship. I need help I guess."
"You want somebody to look after you for a change don't you Mr Rose?"
"Maybe I do yeah." What was Jon thinking of I wondered.
"No problem Mr Rose. We here at Crave hotels will look after your troubles while you stay with us. Go stay in this room for as long as you like, and a new colleague, Jenna, will come and discuss with you how she may personally make you feel better. She may even give you a massage on the house." Jon winked at me. What was this? Was Jon getting me a whore or something?
"Oh...kay..." I said cautiously.
"Good luck Mr Rose!" Jon said cheerily as I made my way to the elevators to see my new room.

As I opened the door to my room, it wasn't just a room. This was a real presidential suite! It had two living rooms, a giant 80" TV screen, a real kitchen, a wet room with a sauna and a jacuzzi. A bedroom with an emperor size bed. This was just unreal. On the bed was an envelope. A handwritten note within read;

"My dear Tom,
I'm going to make you fat.
Love,
Amber"

How the hell did she get that note in here? In fact how the hell did she even write it? Her hands and fingers must be far too chunky to even have any dexterity to use a pen. I crunched the paper into a ball and tossed it in the trash. Laying back on my bed I thought to myself that I better relax and get used to this comfort level. Taking a seat on the plush sofa, I ordered some room service. A celebratory T-bone sounded good.

After half an hour, there was a knock on the door. Must be the room service. "Come in please!" I yelled. As the door opened, it wasn't a man pushing the food trolley, but the most stunning woman I had ever laid my eyes upon...

Long blonde tresses of hair cascaded down her face. Green eyes almost glowing in the light, with cheekbones and jaw that made her look strong, powerful almost. She had a body to die for. This woman looked to be about 5'8" whilst wearing her kitty heels and probably only 250lbs in weight, skinny now in my eyes. There were a couple of loose buttons on her white shirt. Her breasts were a massive G cup, and were struggling to be kept in her bra. Her tummy was a bit puffy, but looked flat in comparison to her chest and ass which was so wide and fat as she waddled over to me. Her pencil skirt looked skin tight on her backside and revealed the majority of her thick, undefined thighs. She left the food and joined me on the edge of the bed.

"Hi Mr Rose. I'm Jenna." She said, looking into my eyes deeply. She looked familiar...but I just couldn't place her.
"Hi. Call me Tom."
"Tom. I like you Tom. Do you like me, or do you like the look of me at least?"
"Uhhh. Yes, yes I do. Very much. You're breath taking."
"So...what are you going to do about it?" Jenna said getting closer to my face with her lips, her hand on my crotch. She got me hard as soon as she sat her wide ass next to me.
"What's going on?" I said. Next thing I knew, she pushed me back onto the bed, pulled my jeans and underwear off, pulled off her skirt and started riding me hard.
"Do you want to see my tits?" she whispered as she rode me.
"God yes!"
"Then rip my shirt off big man!"
I did as she commanded letting her huge tits bounce free and she leant down allowing me to suck her nipples. She started lactating, and I was hooked. Her milk was luxurious, creamy, thick, delicious. I couldn't get enough of the sweet flavour she was producing.
"You like it huh? I thought you might!" she said while riding me. I was lost in my own world, the rhythmic fucking and amazing cream lighting up my taste buds like never before. After Jenna finished, she lay next to me allowing me to suck her heavy tits. She stroked my hair and I fell asleep.

3 months later...

I felt on top of the world. Jenna wasn't a gainer and she was content with her sexy chubby body and I found her irresistible. She did use her breasts to get anything she wanted out of me, but I couldn't complain. I loved her, and I think she loved me too. We saw each other every day and each day was like the last, ending with me drinking her delicious breast milk.

As I was fucking Jenna from behind, she was yelling with pleasure urging me to finish and asking if I was hungry for seconds because I was her 'big fat man'. To be fair, I had developed a bit of a fat gut in these last few months since I stopped going to the gym and I was going out to eat with Jenna, ordering room service, and drinking her milk whenever I could. My hairy fat gut slapped against her ass with every thrust until I finished, laid beside her and grabbed her tits and wrapped my lips around them.
"That's it....that's a good boy...I'll look after you my big man."

12 months later...

"Baby! Where are you? I'm so hungry for you right now!" I yelled. I was laying in the emperor bed of my suite begging for Jenna's milk. I had my head propped up in bed, and I looked over myself. "Jeez. I've really let myself go." I thought to myself. I had a huge fat body now.

My stomach covered my cock and I couldn't remember the last time I had seen it. I lifted my fat heavy arms and scratched my soft jowly chin, one of them anyway. The last time I looked in the mirror I looked bloated and incredibly fat in the face. I had moobs now almost as big as Jenna's chest. And my legs weren't made for walking anymore. I couldn't remember the last time I got out of bed. But Jenna looked after me, and I was satisfied by her milk. That's all I could think about. Her delicious, euphoria inducing milk....

"How's my big, fat man?" Jenna said as she seductively walked in the bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high socks. "time for your medicine fatty!" she dropped a couple of pills on my tongue. They were Viagra. She always did this now to help my cock get hard. I hated it though as it meant no milk for at least an hour.

"I just want your milk though! I'm so hungry." I cried like a baby.
"Wow. You've become such a lazy, disgusting, greedy, fat, slob of a man, haven't you?"
I nodded.
"That's right. You have." Jenna said as she trotted in front of me, playing with her huge juicy tits, teasing me. "You know, I think you're gross Tom. Absolutely vile. But I had to do this. Do you know why?"
I shook my fat head.
"Don't you remember me? I was at your wedding after all...."
"My wedding? What?"
"I was Amber's Maid of Honour after all. I'm Gemma, Amber's sister. I can't believe you never recognised me!" Jenna, or Gemma, giggled.
"But but...Gemma is thin as a board! Flat as a pancake!"
"That's right. After visiting my beautiful sister here in Vegas, finding out you left her for some chubby little bitch, I decided to get revenge. I drank her milk and got curves in all the right places. She told me that you would like my big tits and ass. After speaking to the hotel letting them know I wanted to lactate, they helped give me the hormones necessary, as long as they could use me to test their male growth milk compound. I said perfect, and here you are. N=1, fat as a beached whale, experiencing what Amber did. You won't be able to pleasure yourself since you're too fat, and it's time I got myself together and left you, like you left my sister."
"No...you can't...I'm starving here!"
"Hardly. You know, I really love this sexy thick body of mine. Think I'll take it around town, fatten up some other greedy men."

And with that, she left. I was in bed, alone. My cock was getting hard now thanks to the Viagra and I couldn't do a damn thing, but cry.

"I really fucked things up." I sniffed.

The End