Chapter 18

“I…..”

“Come on you aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I…”

“Come on let’s see the damage.”

He slowly relaxed it.

“See it’s not a lot.”

“All the way.”

“That is all the way.”

I smirked at him.

“Don’t make me have you do it while sitting.”

“I….”

“Go sit.”

He sucked in harder this time then sat down.

“You really want to keep playing this game?”

“What game?”

I sighed.

“I can wait. You can’t hold it forever. I know your stomach muscles aren’t that strong. They have been atrophying since you stopped working out.”

“I still workout.”

I poked his middle.

“Yes you workout ways to avoid exercise and workout ways to force more food down.”

“Come on this isn’t funny.”

“I agree. What happened to my hot boyfriend? Who is this lazy piggy who does nothing but eat himself into a food coma?”

I poked his side. My finger sunk in.

“I….”

“Come on.”

He slowly relaxed his stomach. It poured into his lap. His shirt rode up. I couldn’t see the draw string. I bit my lip.

“Ooooof.”

“See doesn’t that feel better?”

“I guess.”

I shook his belly. I was entranced. When did he get so fat?

“You really have been a fat lazy pig.”

He blushed a bit.

“I mean it’s not that bad.”

I gripped his fat. I let it drop. His facial expression was so hot.

“Piggy likes that doesn’t he?”

“Mmmmhhhhm.”

I did it again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you?”

“No. Just…..”

“Yeah just what? It’s hard to lose weight?”

He gripped his belly and shook it. Almost as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Just I didn’t mean to let it get this bad.”

“You sure about that?”

“Well yeah.”

I got down level with his belly. It was so doughy and soft. Such a stark contrast to how it was before. I felt my fingers sink into it.

“I think you like it.”

“No.”

“You sure? You don’t like eating till your belly hangs over your belt?”

He bit his lip.

“Fuck.”

I shook his gut. He relaxed it even more.

“Oh so you were still holding out on me?”

“These shorts are so tight.”

“But that’s how you like them.”

He was squirming at my touch. God he was fat.

“Fuck.”

“I bet even now you want more.”

“Fuck.”

“You are such a pathetic piggy.”

“Fuck.”

“You are so hard. But i mean your belly is starting to obscure your dick.”

“Fuck.”

“Piggy likes that. You think it’s hot that you have let yourself go enough that you can’t see all of your dick when sitting?”

“Yeah.”

He looked so turned on.

“So pathetic. I bet you want me to tie these even tighter.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet you want to eat till you would have to lift up your belly to untie them.”

“Oh fuck.”

I hefted his doughy belly up and reached for the draw string and pulled it tighter. I was rewarded by a moan.