chapter 11

Peter was exhausted by the time he reached his apartment. After he’d left Lisa’s office, he had to stop at a restaurant on his way back to his apartment. Now he was tired of walking, and his belly felt heavy and full. He turned the key in the lock, pushed open the door and waddled in. He couldn’t wait to flop himself down on the couch.

As Peter looked toward that destination, he froze. Sitting on his couch was Felicia Hardy.

“H-how did you get in here?” Peter stammered.

Felicia threw back her head with a laugh, her long mane of platinum blond hair flowing around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing the all-black cat-burglar outfit she’d worn the night before, nor the little black eye mask. She looked very casual, clad in tight-fitting gray yoga pants, and a white tank top that highlighted her impressive physique.

“How do you think, tiger? I came in through the window,” Felicia replied, smiling.

She raised herself off the couch and took a few steps toward Peter. He fought the urge to back away, though from the expression on his face it was obvious that she intimidated him. Her lean, strong body seemed to glide toward him.

“Felicia, stop,” Peter said, holding up a hand toward her. “I think you should, um, turn yourself in – or at least return the things you stole from that store. If you did that-”

“Shhh,” she said, placing a finger against his lips, while simultaneous pulling him forward with his extended arm. Peter looked into her beautiful, pale eyes as she towered over him. Smiling, she led him ever so slowly toward the couch. “Don’t you worry about that, my plump little spider, I came to see you for an entirely different reason.”

“Y-you did?” Peter asked. The shock disappeared from his face, replaced with a look of confusion.

“I came because I want you, Peter...”

Felicia had led Peter directly in front of the couch. She placed her hands on his chest, and gave him a swift, strong shove, causing him to fall backwards into the thick soft cushions of the seat. He landed awkwardly, the swift movement causing his soft body to bounce and wobble. His shirt rode up, revealing a large portion of his pale belly fat. In stark contrast, Felicia lowered herself elegantly down beside him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his bared belly.

“Me?” Peter finally managed to say. Felicia nodded slowly, grinning, her gaze on his large, spherical gut. Her fingers traced gentle, tantalizing circles on his exposed lower belly. Peter wanted to push her hands away, but he had gotten so fat that couldn’t reach that part of his belly anymore.

“But Felicia, I- I thought you only liked Spider-Man. You never had any interest in Peter… the real me...”

“That was true, Peter… until I saw you last night...”

Peter’s eyebrows raised as he gaped at the beautiful woman ogling him.

“...when I saw how deliciously BIG you’d become, mmmm, I couldn’t get you out of my thoughts. That’s why I came back.”

Felicia brought her hands up to Peter’s face, turning his head with her palms on his chubby cheeks. She leaned forward, eyes closed, and kissed him.

Peter felt all of his insides melting. It had been so long since he’d had physical contact with a woman! His head started to swim. His stomach growled.

After what felt like an age, she pulled away. Peter opened his eyes to see her face still close to his, her gorgeous eyes still half closed. Her tongue ran over her bright red upper lip.

“Wow,” Peter whispered. “I-I can’t believe you like me like… this!” He slapped the side of his massive belly with one hand.

Felicia smiled. Her teeth showed, giving her a predatory look. “I like you fat,” she said, and squeezed one of his moobs. Hard. She leaned in again to kiss him, this time more forcefully – he felt her tongue dart into his mouth. He moaned in response. She pulled up, and was now kneeling, hovering above him.

“I love you fat, Peter,” she said, and jiggled his belly, now almost completely bare. “And I want you fatter!”

Before Peter could even question what she had just said, Felicia had picked up a cardboard box from the coffee table near the couch. She rested it on Peter’s stomach, on the shelf under his chest, and lifted the lid. Donuts. Six huge, decadent, expensive-looking donuts. She took one from the box and brought it slowly toward Peter’s lips.

He turned his head slightly, and tried to raise a hand to block the delicious smelling deep-fried pastry from getting to his mouth. Felicia’s movements paused, but just then, his stomach growled. She smiled a devilish grin at him, and delivered the fattening treat to his reluctant mouth.

“I knew you would like these,” she purred. “I knew a man with your… appetite… wouldn’t be able to resist these delicious treats. They were made by a very talented baker, but they are verrrry fattening!”

Peter could only groan in response as he hungrily consumed the first donut. Felicia fed him another, which he easily gobbled up.

“Mmm, porky Petey, you have gotten so greedy,” she said, smiling and laughing, continuing to feed him. “I love it!”

Soon the box was empty. Peter finished chewing, and realized he was breathing heavily. He tried to compose himself before speaking.

“I still find it hard to believe that you find me attractive like, well, this,” Peter said, waving his hands over his form which spread out over a wide section of the couch. “I mean, you are a beautiful woman who could have any guy she wants!”

“But that’s it, Peter,” she said, gently tracing circles with her fingernail on the exposed flesh of his tummy, “the men who throw themselves at me are so ordinary. So… unexceptional! You have transformed from a super-strong stud into a soft ball of dough, and I find it so… exciting!” She grinned, baring her teeth. “You could be such a wonderful plaything for me, Peter!”

Peter went to speak, but Felicia placed a finger over his lips to silence him. She grinned slyly as she looked deep into Peter’s eyes. “You just finished all those dense, calorie-filled donuts. But you’re not full yet, are you Porky Petey?”

A guilty look spread over Peter’s face. He slowly shook his head.

“Oh, I love how insatiable you are!” she purred. “But right now, I have a need to be sated. Come.”

Felicia stood quickly, then as Peter struggled to get to his feet, she used her considerable strength to help tug him up. She giggled at his awkwardness, as his whole body jiggled and bounced. Then she took his hand in hers and led him into his bedroom.