chapter 2

I can't sleep. The hunger is to unbearable. All I can do now is wait. It's not that long to wait, normally only half an hour in the kebab shop. How longs he been gone? 2 minutes, fuck! I cant wait any longer, I need food now, why didn't I get Tom to grab me something before he left?! There's food in the bedside cabinet next to me but that'd me moving, fuck it, it'll be worth it.


Finding the remote for the bed would be a lot easier if Tom didn't turn the fucking light off! I suppose it'd be a lot easier if I wasn't 600 pounds over weight...but I am therefore it's just Toms fault for turning the light off!


Eventually I'm sitting upright and I struggle to reach into the bedside cabinet and grab the first thing my chubby little fingers can grab. A box of 36 jaffa cakes, no that wont cut it, A box of 10 twinkies, no that wont do either! What else? I need something bigger.


'AH HA!' I shout out loud


I pull the large box closer to my face, 'Tesco Chocolate Party Tray Bake', perfect! I rip the box open and toss it to one side next to the unopened box of jaffa cakes and twinkies. The cake is now resting on my belly shelf, staring at me but for some reason I'm hesitating, normally i'd be ripping into it by now with no remorse, not even questioning my decision but for some reason I'm stalling. Maybe because I woke Tom up at nearly 3 in in the morning to specifically get me food and yet here I am about to tuck into a large cake. But isn't this what I'm supposed to be doing? Stuffing my gut with unholy amounts of food until I pass out into some kind of food coma?


'Fuck this' I whisper under my breath as I pick the cake up with both hands and savagely attack the moist chocolate treat, chew swallow repeat, chew swallow repeat...and it's gone already. Vanished into my growing abyss of a stomach...and yet it's still growling at me! At least Tom should be back soon, how long has he been gone? 12 minutes!


'Fuck! UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!'


I must've eaten that cake so fucking quickly! Oh fuck I'm still so hungry! Wait a second..the jaffa cakes and twinkies! Looking down to me left I can see the sweet treats staring at me so innocently, calling me, begging me to eat them! I grab the box of twinkies and expertly rip it open. Within seconds a pile of 10 twinkies lay helplessly on my belly. Resisting the urge to tuck in I grab the box of jaffa cakes and again rip them open and add 36 jaffa cakes to the twinkies on my belly. I begin to recline the bed completely flat, holding onto my snacks of course so they don't escape their savage fate.


That was short lived. I was like something possessed, three jaffa cakes at a time and 2 twinkies at a time, hence how I devoured the lot so quickly and here I am again waiting in the dark for my feeder to return to me baring gifts in the form of greasy, fattening, delicious food!


*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*


Tom would've loved that one! Maybe if he hurried up he could've heard it! I hate waiting for food, A feedee like myself shouldn't have to wait! If only I could reach the TV remote, at least that'd past the time but I cant, yes I can walk, sort of, but it's the getting up I struggle with, even if I used the bed to get me more vertical my first step would still be a struggle. Without Tom to support me the weight of my belly alone would probably pull me forward and I'd collapse to the floor, then what? I'd never be able to get up from the floor, I don't think Tom would be able to get me up from the floor single handily either! Although he is bloody strong considering his slim physique.


I guess that's one of the cons from being so fat, lose of mobility, but who needs mobility when you've got a sexy enthusiastic feeder like mine? Plus being this fat and lazy has waaaaay more pros then cons, eating tons of junk food without lifting a finger is a good example.


Even in the darkness I can see how huge my belly is, just swaying it back and forth like I am now is so hypnotic and mesmerizing. Wait A sec, am I getting turned on just my playing with my own belly? I am! I'm wet as fuck! No wonder Tom is always so rowdy! God it feels so good, the softness of my belly, the warm doughy feel, the way it jiggles at the slightly touch, I wonder if the roll is in place? 'The roll' is what I call the part of my body that massages my pussy when I gyrate my hips, I'm not sure if its a thigh roll or perhaps my fupa but sometimes, if I'm sitting right when I move my hips it stimulates my clit, it's only a gentle stimulation but it gets me going, I subconsciously do it when Tom feeds me but I wonder...Oh my god the roll is in position! And it's pushed tightly against my clit tonight!


It feels so good! In fact this is the best it's ever felt! maybe it's the extra weight I've gained or the thought of Tom being home soon to feed me those delicious kebabs! Oh fuck this feels to good, i'd better stop, but I..I cant! Fuck I think I'm gonna...


'OOOHH FUCK! *FFFFFFHHHHTTT*'


Yep, I just cummed, I literally just made myself cum buy gyrating my hips. At least that killed some time Tom should be here any minute and I cant wait to devour those kebabs!