Another cup of jasmine tea

chapter 8

A couple of months later I was in my third uniform and that was getting tighter. I had noticed my legs were getting bigger, my thighs rubbed as I walked. My face was broader and I had chubby cheeks. I was fat! The second I thought about how fat I was, I got a hard on. I tried to imagine what it was like if I was even fatter. The thought had me wanking away at myself. I was already very greedy at work, but I didn’t want everyone to know how much of a glutton I had become. I was like an addict! All I could think about was food and eating. It was all I wanted to do. In the evenings and on my one day off a week, I would stuff myself like a pig, then I would lie down, have a rest, then start all over again and repeat like that until nearly midnight.

Carol said she was worried about me living in my squat. She said I ought to go to live with her. She had a spare room. It seemed daft not to use it and for me to become her lodger.
I had lots of reasons why I did not want to make the move, but when I opened my mouth to say no, I found myself saying yes. I wanted to tell her I valued my independence, I liked living alone. Instead, I told her I would be a good little piggy for her. I would do whatever she wanted me to do. Oink oink!
She told me I would not need to worry about anything. I would not need to bring over my meagre possessions. I should let someone else enjoy them. All I had to do was get in the car with her. She would provide me with everything I needed.
I still was not sure, but every time I tried to express my worries, it came out all wrong!
So that night I went to her house after work. It was at least an hour and a half’s drive.Out in the suburbs, a substantial detached house behind a high brick wall. It reminded me of our house in Exeter, although this was bigger and grander.
My room was on the ground floor, with views out over the back garden. I had a large, sturdy double bed, my own expensive looking reclining chair, my own full sized colour telly. I had my own wardrobe, a bedside table an en-suite shower room. This was luxury in comparison to my previous accommodation! How could I not like it?
I had a look around the rest of the downstairs while Carol went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Carol said that upstairs was private and I would never go up there. There was a formal dining room with a lounge area attached. From there, there was a conservatory that led out into the garden. The garden had a long terrace with outdoor furniture for sitting lounging around or dining in the sun. There was a large lawn with flowery borders, then behind a small hedge, there was a vegetable patch and greenhouse, behind that there was a barbecue and another outdoor dining area.
The kitchen, where Carol was, had a utility room leading off it and a big larder. The kitchen itself was big enough to have a table in it.
Dinner was ready. Carol had me go and wash my hands while she laid the table in the dining room. I sat down where she told me to sit and then she brought in my dinner. I was ready for it. I was hungry. I’d not had anything to eat for two hours, or more! Nevertheless I did not expect her to bring me a whole lasagne, straight out of the oven. I looked at it, looked up at her and then looked back at the lasagne. Surely she was going to portion it up!
“Eat!” She told me. I picked up my knife and fork. “I will not hear any complaints from you.” She said in a softer tone. “You will eat it all or you will not get any pudding”.
I was not bothered about dessert right now. I was worried about how I was going to consume this amount of food! It was delicious though. I loved how the crispiness of the edges contacted with the softer pieces from the centre. It tasted like real meat too, not like rubbishy pretend stuff made from textured vegetable protein. I liked the contrast between the layers too.
After consuming what be considered to be two standard portions of the lasagne, I was starting to feel quite full.
Carol had already finished her meal. I can’t say I even saw what she’d had to eat. My whole focus was on my lasagne.
“Get used to this”, Carol said, “this is your new normal. You are going to get sooooo fat!”
The words caused my penis to start swelling in my already tight trousers. I surprised myself by replying to her with an piggy snort.
I continued eating, I was aware of Carol watching me the whole time. I’d got to the halfway point when I started to slow down and struggle. I felt bloated. My trousers were so tight, they were biting into me. Carol said she would help. She knelt down beside me and placed my hands on my swollen abdomen. Her touch served to arouse me more. She reminded me that she had not told me that I could stop eating. I snorted again and pushed more forkfuls of food into my mouth. Her hands released the top button of my trousers and released the zip on my flies. I felt my belly lurch towards now it had more space. Carol pulled the sides of my flies apart and my trousers down a little to free my belly even more. I hoped she could not tell how aroused I was. She started to run her fingers across my belly skin, which tingled at her touch. When I had got used to that, her touch became more firm, until she was massaging it, making more room for more food.
My mind wandered a bit. This was all very odd. Why did I crave food so much these days? It had not started until I had met Carol at the cafe. It did not make any sense. I tried to ask a question, but all that came out of my mouth was an oink.
“You love your food, don’t you piggy?” she said. “You like to eat large volumes because you want to be fat. And you are going to get very, very fat indeed.” Her sensual words spurred me on again. Three quarters of the lasagne had gone when I had to put my knife and fork down. I laid back in the chair. I had never seen my belly looking so big!
Yet Carol was not satisfied. She took my fork and forced even more lasagne between my lips. “You have not finished your meal! You must finish it all!”
I tried to tell her I couldn’t finish, but all that came out of my mouth was more snorts and oinks. All that went in was more lasagne.
When I had finally finished the last morsel of lasagne, Carol told me how pleased she was with me. I was glad she was pleased because I was so stuffed I don’t think I could move! “It will get easier, believe me.” She said, leaning in to me.
What was she doing, she was much too close! She was my boss, my landlord and almost fifteen years older than me. This was not the way she should behave! On the other hand I was powerless to stop her and enjoying her sensual advances.
She pulled my chair away from the table, dragging it against the carpet. She hitched her skirt up so that she could sit astride my knees. Then she loosened every button of her blouse. I could not miss the show she was putting on because it was right there in front of me, in touching distance. She thrust her bra-imprisoned breasts directly into my face. I wanted to touch but I did not dare. Once again I tried to speak, but found that I could only link instead. Slowly she loosened her bra and released her ample breasts. She stuck my head in between them so I had a really good view, them she gave a little shimmy, so that they wobbled over my ears and cheeks. Her actions left me breathless. Already highly aroused, I came in my underpants.