Chapter 12 - calories

His hands tied to the bedpost, Martin sat there sipping on a large jug of thick liquid, which Jenny had blended up for him. It was loaded full of some of Vincent’s super-rich protein powders, plus lots of cream and ice cream, chocolate sauces and even butter. “Are you going to be able to get it all down?” Jenny asked eagerly.

Ignoring the tightness in his belly, Martin simply burped and released the gas, plastering a confident expression on his face. “Of course I am!” he smirked.

Of all the crazy things that they had done, drinking a blend of deliberately fattening ingredients definitely had to up there with the best of them. It had all started with a throwaway comment he had made about eating a stick of butter for Jenny one evening. Since then, Jenny had taken the idea and run with it, concocting this thick, gooey blend herself from ideas she had found online.

“Mmm! It smells so good!” she smiled, thrusting her nose into the jug whilst Martin took a quick pause. “You’re such a lucky fat boy, getting to drink all of this!”

Martin smiled. It was all so erotic; he would have done anything Jenny asked of him. He burped loudly and sighed as the pressure on his stomach briefly relented. But no matter what, this discomfort he felt was so completely worth it.

“You’ve grown so much!” Jenny marvelled, rubbing the tight belly pushing out more and more, before bouncing the sagging nipples now resting on Martin’s stomach shelf. “You’re really getting so big, honey!”

Martin nodded lethargically. All these calories were so hard to get down. He burped once more, before finding his voice once again. “But you want me to grow more though, don’t you?” he smirked, seeing the lust on Jenny’ face.

“You know I do!” Jenny replied, breathless with lust; sitting back as if to take in the full extent of his marvellously swollen physique.

Martin nodded again, knowing what he needed to do. “Feed me that fat-shake, then,” he insisted, smiling with a little delight at the joy his words gave Jenny.

Lifting the jug carefully, Jenny placed it directly onto Martin's parted lips. “Come on then, fat boy," she whispered. "Drink it all down for me...”