chapter 3

‘You hungry?’

Before she could answer her stomach let out a loud growl as if on command. Matt laughed and patted her head.

‘Someone needs to eat.’ Part of her wanted to tell him not to pat her on her head little a kid, like a dog but that part was quieter than it had been before, muffled somehow.

‘Can we get more of those pastries?’

‘We can, but you need to eat a proper breakfast first.’

She couldn’t believe he was telling her she couldn’t have more of those wonderful sweets, she wanted to cry or yell instead she just said. ‘I don’t want anything else.’ In a brattier tone than she thought she was capable of.

‘Now listen here, you can’t just eat sweets all day. You can have some but only after you’ve eaten all your breakfast.’ He motioned to the absurd amount of food in front of them.

‘What all this? There’s no way I can eat all of this.’

‘Well then no sweets for you.

She looked over at him, her chubby checks contoured in a pout again.

‘But I’m hungry.’

‘Well then, eat.’

And she did, she ate and she ate, and whenever she began to falter Matt would remind her that only good girls who finish their breakfast get to have sweets.

If she had been able to focus she would have been in shock of how much she was able to eat, it was more than she would normally eat in two even three days. She had no idea how long she had been eating, but by the time she was done there were 5, 6 maybe 7 empty trays and she could barely move.

Her body was bloated and her belly tight like a drum, the food scraps, and sauces that had fallen onto her naked body while she ate had clung to the sticky residue from the sweets the night before.

She couldn’t eat another bite, at least that’s what she thought till Matt brought out a small box of the sweets from last night. There were only four but she almost jumped up to get at them, not even noticing the sharp pain her stomach gave her for the sudden movement.

This time matt did not hand her the box, instead he fed her them slowly one by one, each bite was a sensation almost strong than the last. She wanted to rush through them, to grab the box and eat them all, and demand more. But the idea of taking them from Matt without his permission felt… wrong somehow. With every bite, that wonderful foggy feeling grew stronger, and she could focus on nothing but the hand that was feeder her.

She wanted to eat faster but he told her ‘slow down’ and she did without hesitation. By the time she was done, she was trembling from the pleasure not just of the sweets but of something else…

She looked up at him for more and as if he read her mind, he looked her in the eyes and in a firm voice said. ‘That's enough.’ And with that she knew she would get no more, she didn’t like but that didn’t seem to matter. She wanted more but in her mind, she knew she’d had enough. It was the only clear thought in her head.

He took her then, and she had the best sex of her life again, she felt every moment like it was an eternity and she was left lying on a soaked bed, covered in food straps, her body shaking with pleasure. Her body… That felt wrong somehow.

The last month of their trip was not spent in Italy as they had planned, it was spent in that hotel room. Whereas in the past it had been a cold war between them, Caitlyn wanting to see the sights and adventure, and Matt wanting to introduce her to new foods and fuck till they couldn’t move. It was different now, they were united on everything, she would awaken and eat till she was allowed what she really wanted… Those sweet delicious treats. Whatever they were.

Of course, it was never like it was that first night Matt would not just let her eat them the way she wanted, stuffing them into her face as quickly as possible. No instead he would feed them to her excruciatingly slow, but she would obey as he reminded her to slow down. They would have amazing wonderful sex and she would sleep till it was time to start again.

What frustrated Caitlyn was that each time he seemed to feed her less and less of them, telling her if she was “good” she would get more.

Of course this took its toll on the once thing Caitlyn, her already chubby visage had grown plump, and pale. Overfed and under-exercised. Her face was round and she had gained a clear and undeniable double chin. Her breasts sat large and looked more like the breasts of a new mother than a young woman. Her thighs were thick and covering more and more of any chair she sat on, and on the rare occasion, she had reason to get up she had noticed they rubbed together now as she walked.
She had only caught one look at her rear on one of the rare times she got up for a shower, well to be fucked in the shower really as little of anything else happened. It was larger than she had thought possible, not the toned little bubble but she had had back home, or even the soft but shapely chubby girl ass she had grown used to abroad. No this was a big cellulite’ed fat girls rump that jiggled wildly as Matt fucked her from behind.

Of course her stomach had not gone untouched by this month of excess, far from the flat stomach she had come over with, or the not so little potbelly she had been sporting of late. It was a belly, the kind that made clothes a pain, not that she had been wearing any, not that she had any that would fit.

Today she was feeling grumpy, Matt had gone out, and she didn’t like being left alone. He had left and told her to keep eating till he got back, so she had. She had been eating this whole time, but now she was getting horny and impatient. She could take care of that need herself she supposed… She knew she could. But it… it felt wrong somehow. Like she didn’t have the right. No, she would wait till he was back and he would tell her when it was okay for her to cum.

When he arrived back it was with shopping bags full of what looked like clothes, she was very disappointed as she hoped he was getting more of those sweets.

‘What's all this?’ She asked her mouth still full of food.

‘You can stop eating babe. This is some new clothes babe. You need something to wear.’ He came over to her and patted her belly. ‘And somehow I don’t think you have anything that would fit.’
‘Why do I need clothes?’ She was more than a little annoyed that he hadn’t brought back food.’

‘Cause we are going back home silly.’

Home she thought. That triggered something in her, but it was muffled somehow, she had a thought but it just couldn’t quite reach her… What was it? She was about to speak when Matt fed her one of those wonderful sweets and she felt that wonderful fogginess come over her… She could hardly think… But there was something there…