Chapter 15 - feedees

“He’s such a good boy!” Jenny smiled. “He’s going to be a very big, very fat, very obedient blubber boy for me,” Jenny went on, patting Martin’s fat stomach as she pushed in more ice cream by the spoonful. Then she took Martin’s hardness in her hand and massaged it, making him shudder with sudden pleasure.

“Jenny always said that she could do this to anyone,” Vincent explained. “She said that she could make any guy grow massively fat for her. We saw one day that you had posted about moving to New York soon. That was when Jenny had the idea of proving it to me.”

“Vincent has been watching your progress with a lot of interest,” Jenny whispered, still feeding and feeding Martin. “All the sly little pictures I took and feedings I’ve given you!” She turned her head to Vincent, handing him the spoon. “Here,” she ordered, passing him the tub as well. “Take over for me.”

Vincent took the spoon and tub with a sceptical look on his face, as if he doubted that Martin would eat it for him. But as soon as Jenny was free to work more on Martin’s body, stroking him up and down, admiring the rolls of belly fat, Martin found his jaws opening, even as the 500lb man was the one placing the fattening ice cream onto his tongue. “Look, Jenny!” Vincent chuckled in delight. “He’s doing it! He’s eating it!”

“Oh, he’s a very good fat boy!” Jenny smiled teasingly, as if she had never doubted it for a moment. “You’re going to grow so big and fat for me, aren’t you, Martin?” she went on, sliding her tongue over the angry stretch marks on Martin’s love-handles, as her 500lb husband eagerly pushed more ice cream onto him.

Martin moaned in pleasure and nodded his head as he closed his eyes to enjoy the multiple sensations he was experiencing. He could hear Vincent scraping the bottom of the tub and realised that he had finished the whole lot without even thinking about it. “You’ve trained him so well!” Vincent marvelled, placing the ice cream pot down on the broken bedside table.

Martin heard Jenny shuffle across the bed to sit between both himself and Vincent. “Pick your belly up for me,” she ordered to Vincent, who immediately used both hands to lift the mass of it up slightly.

Still pleasuring Martin with her right hand, Jenny slipped her left hand deeply into the bulging fat in Vincent’s groin, expertly handling the large man, who immediately started to moan; his eyes rolling back into his head and his arm coming out to support his heavy bulk on the bedpost; leaving only one strong arm holding up his fattened gut.

“It took me quite some time to get Vincent to submit himself to me,” Jenny smiled, looking directly at Martin as she spoke. “I knew from the moment I met him, what I was going to do to him. He got down on one knee, of course, and I still knew it. That’s why our walls are covered in pictures from our wedding and honeymoon. I want this fat boy to see, every day, what I have done to him!”

She turned and looked up at her huge husband, almost panting with how well he was being stimulated.

“Vincent resisted me at first. He didn’t want to be a fat boy as those first few pounds started arriving. He felt his body changing as I fed and pampered him in bed each night; his definition fading. The six-pack went first, of course. Then I started to see this fresh, little gut sprouting and pushing its way out, as well as the extra bulk in his chest. Next, the guys starting making fun of him in work; how doughy he was looking and how tight his clothes were fitting. Vincent used to come home and complain to me about it, and yet, I still continued to overdose him on calories each and every day! Within two and a half years, I had him out of the army, at home with me, where I continued to push his new, little belly to expand. I trained him to enjoy it and force it to grow it bigger and rounder and heavier for me. Fat boy never stood a chance!” she laughed, looking at the arousal on Vincent’s face as she recounted the story of his undoing.

Martin looked at Jenny’ sharp, brown eyes, seeing the wickedness that lay within. So why had he never wanted her more?

“You, on the other hand,” Jenny chuckled, “willingly surrendered your body to me straight away. I had that big, blubbery butt of yours on its way within a month! It was the easiest thing I’ve ever done; no resistance at all! Even as your fat ass was hanging out of your underwear, you continued to gorge yourself for my pleasure!”

Vincent was making grunting noises and Jenny turned her face to him instead. “Are you my good fat boy?” she asked; mockery and teasing laced within her voice.

But Vincent was too far gone, his eyes squinting tightly shut as he clearly felt himself climaxing. “I am!” he moaned, before jerking and ejaculating fiercely; pathetic whimpering noises escaping his greedy, open mouth.

Smiling, Jenny turned back to Martin, grinning with anticipation. “What about you, Martin? Are you my good fat boy too?”

Martin had fallen over the cliff’s edge. He was in free-fall; beyond saving. “Yeah,” he gasped, feeling the pleasure about to peak, just as Jenny wanted. “I…I am!”