chapter 2

It turned me on even though I was scared for my life of what his next plans were. He began to get the ice cream and spoon and scooped a huge chunk of chocolate slightly melted ice cream from Ben and Jerry's. As he did that a little bit of the ice cream was dripping off the spoon and he licked it up continuing my intense arousal. Suddenly after that in one quick motion as I was licking my lips he shoved the ice cream in my mouth holding the spoon there until I swallowed and quickly scooped up another with a slosh coming from the container. He again forced more ice cream into my mouth. As I gulped and swallowed I heard his belly growl as it was nearly hovering over my face.
We continued this feeding cycle with John gorging on the other tub of ice cream. When both containers were empty, he grabbed nearby handcuffs and forced me to be spread eagle with little resistance as I couldn't fight in my current state of being scared, being horny, and being bloated. John got up and walked into the kitchen. When he returned, John's belly looked bigger and a bit distended from the ice cream. In his hand were two more pints of ice cream. He patted his stomach, causing it to jiggle. " I'm full, but you're still growing, and this will look small when I'm finished helping you grow," John said, rubbing his belly a bit more. He continued feeding me with a show on Netflix to give us background noise. To my dismay, I could barely fit any more ice cream than a half a pint inside my stomach, so he was stretching my body to its limits. It was so painful being stuffed to such an extreme amount.
I realized I needed a plan if I were to escape this man without growing beyond his body's limits. I don't know how but I have to if I don't want my body covered in stretch marks. The way he's stuffed me already, I'm going to gain 5 pounds a week. John is an expert in this as he knows how fattening dairy can be. After we finished, he used the bathroom to return to me, and I needed to go. All that dairy made me have to pee bad. He forced me to an agreement that for him to unlock me he needed to stuff me again, and at this point, I was willing to do anything to avoid peeing my pants while handcuffed to a strangers bed. Mainly because I don't have any spare clothes.