Chapter 12 - triggering the glutton

“You’re far too fat for these now…” Zach began, seductively rubbing the plumped-up butt cheeks of his wife. He pinched them and cupped his hand underneath, making them jiggle and bounce; perfectly demonstrating to Jennifer just how much fat she was now carrying in her rear. “It makes me think that maybe you don’t realise…” he paused, pretending to think whilst he peered down at his wife’s large, rounded butt.

“Realise what?” Jennifer shot back, hanging on Zach’s every word when he was talking about her body and what was happening to it.

Zach smirked. “Maybe you don’t realise how fat I’m going to help you get…”

“How fat are you going to help me get?” Jennifer immediately replied, breathless; as if the wind had been knocked out of her at just the thought of her future body.

Zach smirked and slipped his hand inside the front of Jennifer’s underwear. The girl was already as horny as could be, and as he slid his hand between her legs, she moaned with pleasure. “Fat enough for you to wonder what you were doing, getting excited about being too big for a simple pair of panties!” Zach teased, stroking her crotch just right and now starting to slide his fingers in where he needed them to be.

“Oh, I’d love that so much!” Jennifer exclaimed; her sighing tone a sure sign that she was more than just horny.

Zach had never touched upon how fat Jennifer was going to end up, but now he could see just how much the thought excited the greedy girl.

“I want to be so big and fat!” she continued, losing herself, throwing her head back and resting it on Zach’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much I want it!”

With his free hand, Zach pulled up Jennifer’s blouse, exposing her skin to the coolness of the open refrigerator. “Push it out!” he ordered. His wife inhaled deeply and then pushed out with all of her might. “That’s it!” Zach chuckled in delight. “Look at how massive it’s getting!” he continued, feeling Jennifer’s head raise up again so that she could see for herself; see what she was doing to her body.

“I’m getting really fat now, aren’t I?” asked the horny glutton, practically begging Zach to agree with her.

“You think THIS is fat?” Zach whispered, rubbing the big stomach. “No, no, no… Just look at all of this crap in here: the creamy trifle you made for yourself earlier, the pies from yesterday, all of those ingredients for the cheesecake you’re going to make later. All of it… ALL OF IT!” he emphasised; grabbing as much fat as he could and pinching Jennifer’s belly, “It’s going to make you so ginormous, so massive and so extraordinarily fat! You won’t ever be able to see your own feet again!”

Jennifer gave a moan. It was all that she could do. Her greedy eyes surveyed the food in the refrigerator, taking it all in and imagining what it was going to do to her body. She leaned back more and more into Zach, as if even her balance was going, simply from how well she was being stimulated. “Tell me more!” she begged.

Zach sniggered. “Enough talk…” he whispered, reaching for a can of cream and inserting the nozzle into Jennifer’s mouth. Then, firmly, pressing down on the lever, he heard it fill up her mouth, all while he expertly prepared her for an incomprehensibly powerful climax.

“Sorry I’m a little late…” fumbled a disorganised Jennifer, twenty minutes later, as she stood in front of her camera, ready for her cooking show. Even now, live-streaming, she was still wiping her hand over her mouth, trying to check there was no food left on her face. “I had a little incident in the kitchen,” she half-lied. “Right… where were we?” the fat girl smiled. “Ah yes! Cheesecake!”