Chapter 25 - the glutton

Underwear started to look so cute on Tommy as the weeks and months progressed. Jane had almost forgotten how deliciously the boy’s butt melted into blubber as the weight poured onto him. Waistbands dug in harshly, leaving marks that took some time to disappear once Tommy was out of them. Last time, such markings would have brought alarm and loving concern to Jane. But this time was different. This time, Jane wanted Tommy to feel it; every single pound of lard that was added to his body.

“Oh, I’m so full!” Tommy grumbled, as he slouched on the couch after the second pizza that night.

Jane admired her shirtless lover. It was so nice to see his gut so distended; round and pot-bellied like this. She wished Tommy’s ex could see him now; so bloated and repulsive. She looked down and slid her fingers across the shelf of stomach that was particularly apparent this evening. Who would want this hideous beast now? But as much as the thought comforted her, Jane still couldn’t be sure. “Your cheeks are starting to fill out properly again,” she noted, poking Tommy in the face to feel the change. “That’s good. And your double chin is back, that’s for sure!”

Tommy looked dazed; too full to even think. And yet, as Jane looked into the boy’s crotch, there was still a thick hardness, eager for Jane’s attentions. It was all just so damn easy, she smiled to herself.

Keen to see how far she could push things, Jane left the room and fetched the pot of ice cream that she had been leaving to soften on the kitchen counter. Tommy sighed when he saw it and Jane could understand why; it wasn’t the nicest ice cream in the world, but it was cheap and fattening. “Come on, baby….” she coaxed, sitting herself down next to her fatter boyfriend. “You want to show me how much you love me, don’t you?”

“I love you so much,” Tommy replied, breathless and instinctive in his response; even if he couldn’t help the little burp that followed straight after; the fat boy’s occasional indigestion was always so amusing Jane.

“Then show me…” Jane insisted, lifting the spoon to Tommy’s mouth and sliding in onto his greedy tongue. “Mmm, that’s it!” she smiled. “Get it all down for me….” But Jane had left the dessert out for a little too long. After only a few mouthfuls, the majority of the firmer ice cream had gone, with only the melted cream left. “Tilt your head back slightly,” she insisted, pulling Tommy’s chin up, before placing the rim of the tub to the man’s lips. “That’s it…” she encouraged, as Tommy began to swallow it down. She placed a hand on Tommy’s gut and rubbed with appreciation. “Who’s a good fat boy?”

Tommy’s hardness bounced.

“Who’s going to be an even larger fat-boy by the morning?”