Wanted part 2

Chapter 2 - sunday (part 2)

“Well, it’s a long story and it started about 15 years ago. Lunchtime was over and I was about to close my restaurant, when I heard a loud noise outside. I saw a car crash in front of my restaurant. One of the drivers left his car but the other one was squeezed into his car. When I approached, I saw an elderly huge man. The steering wheel disappeared in his giant belly. He barley could breath. I told him to calm down. Police and ambulance are on their way to help him. He nodded and smiled. Didn’t he have any pain? He gave me a sign to come closer. He whispered something but I didn’t understand it. When my ear was close to his lips, I heard him say, “Take care of my beloved wife. She’s cute and I’m sure you will like her. Will you promise it?”
I wanted to argue how he could know that but this was not the right moment. So, I promised it but I hoped it will never happen. He closed his eyes and I looked for the ambulance. Meanwhile many people gathered around watching and discussing. Police and ambulance arrived but for him it was too late. I told the police that he is married. They asked me if I know him but I denied. I told them that I promised him to take care of his wife. They wrote down my name and my address because I was a witness. But they couldn’t tell me anything about this huge man. As I had neither an address nor a name of the widow, I went back to my restaurant. Days passed by. I was busy and forgot that accident. One day, a woman entered my restaurant and made her order. Every move of her showed me that she’s a lady. When she had finished her meal, she asked for the owner. We introduced ourselves and I was astonished to hear that she’s a widow and that her husband died in front of the restaurant. Suddenly, I remembered everything including my promise. She wanted to know everything about the accident and finally she talked about a promise the police had told her. I was a bit ashamed but I told her that I would take care of her if necessary. She agreed and invited me to her home. I visited her the next morning. She had prepared breakfast but I told her that I had already breakfast. She insisted to have breakfast with me because I promised to take care of her. So I digged in. Everything was delicious. After I had polished off my plate, I pattered my little bulk. She smiled brightly and offered me a dessert. I don’t know why but I agreed. Dessert was as big as breakfast and I was really stuffed when I finished. A look at my watch told me that I had to leave. I had to promise her to return tomorrow for breakfast. So, we met every morning and my bulk started to grow. When we met first, I was a handsome man but then my frame changed. Soon I was chubby. During those meetings I often asked her how I can fulfil my promise but I didn’t get an answer. I wasn’t sure what I should do. On one hand, I liked her breakfast very much but on the other hand, my body changed rapidly. I was fascinated about the changes and I was worried about it because I didn’t know how it will end. One day I told her that I would leave her because I don’t know how I can take care of her. Under the pressure of my words, she told me that I took care of her since we met for breakfast. Her duty was to do the housework, educate the children and cook for her husband. As she likes cooking and as her husband liked eating, they were a perfect match. Meanwhile, her children are grown up. They live their own lifes. They don’t live nearby so she has nobody whom she could care. When she cooks for me, she has something to do and she likes to cook. Now, I understood her better. I was her “new” husband. Now, I could imagine how it will end and how big I’ll become. I left her with the promise to return next morning.
On my way home, I thought, we’ll discuss it. Many things puzzled through my brain. She is cute, she is blond, and she is pretty. I like her very much and her cooking is fantastic. But she is older then I am. When I am a substitute for her husband, shall I marry her? I denied that because I love my freedom. Freedom is the most important thing for me. So, I was sure I wouldn’t marry her. But what about sex with an elder woman? I hadn’t tried it so far. I hadn’t a girlfriend at that time. Well, I had several girlfriends before. But none of them wanted to work in my restaurant. So, I hadn’t sex for a long time. To go to someone for a one nightstand is not my style.
Next morning, while having a huge breakfast, we discussed my thoughts and my promise. When I’m done, we had sex for the first time. It was unbelievable. We climaxed at the same time. Exhausted, we laid together and relaxed. We talked and decided to meet as often as possible. Therefore, the growing of my waistline didn’t stop. But after a while she found out my weak point. She found out that I’m keen on licking her pussy. I don’t know how she did, because we never spoke about. So, one day she was sitting naked on my chest. With her legs wide spread she pinned me to the ground and I saw everything. She moved closer to my face and I got horny immediately. I opened my mouth and put out my tongue to lick her pussy – but then I was surprised. She stuffed a cookie into my mouth and I chewed and swallowed. I wanted to ask her why, but I had no change. Every time I opened my mouth, she stuffed it. I was spellbound as if someone hypnotized me. I wanted to lick her because she was so close to my tongue. But she stuffed more and more food into me. I didn’t know how long she stuffed me but finally I was done and she fulfilled my desire. I was in heaven. I drove her wild. She cried out and her body moved as if she got into ecstasies. Finally, she laid besides me - her body still shaking. I calmed down and suddenly I felt great pain in my swollen and enlarged belly. I’ve never eaten such an amount of food and my belly stuck far out into the air. We needed a break. Since then I started to balloon. I thought we never could top these feelings but one day she did it.
I got my reward after a long session of stuffing. First, we laid side by side but then she stood up and placed a big bag above my head. She put the hose from the bag into my mouth and told me to swallow. I shook my head because I was full. But she insisted me to swallow while she took my member into her body. She started slow. Soon, I found out that she rode me faster when I swallowed faster. This encouraged me to swallow as fast as I could. She rode me faster and harder. I shoot my load into her and she collapsed on my overstuffed gut. I calmed down and reckoned that the bag was empty. I couldn’t believe it but my enlarged gut was the best evidence.
You can imagine that she stuffed more and more food into me when we met or while we were in bed. Words cannot describe our feelings. During our first year, I was always on top. Later on, when she stuffed me with the hose and my belly had grown to a remarkable size, she always was on top. I got bigger and bigger and she always tried to increase my intake. At that time, I reckoned that I would have troubles to manage my restaurant when we’ll go on like this. But, I was dependent on her. I felt like a junkie who couldn’t live without her. Her influence of me stopped when she had that terrible accident. She had to stay in hospital for over a month and afterwards she was in a sanatorium to regain health. So, she was more than two month away and this helped me to get independent. Since then, we are friends. We meet and chat and sometimes I let her stuff me to the max. But I’m no substitute anymore. About five years ago, she found an older man in the neighborhood who lost his wife due to cancer. He was very happy to find someone who took care of him. I know him quite well. He’s a friendly old guy and when I met him first he was on the chubby side. It took her four years to make him huge and since he moved in last year, she feeds him constantly. When I saw him a fortnight ago, he was barely dressed. His tremendous gut hung down to his knees and jiggled by every step. He needs help to got to the toilet. He stays in bed most of the time and she serves him huge portions of food six times a day. Soon, he’ll be immobile, I guess.”
“Wow, I’m impressed and I’m lucky that you could free yourself.”
“I appreciate this as well. That’s not the way I like to live. That’s not the way I would do to other people.”
“I appreciate that because I’m a bit worried about what happened during the last hours. I mean, it was fantastic and we should do it again – if you like – but I love my freedom as well and I love my career. I want to work until I retire. I don’t want to get immobile or be addicted to someone.”
“We have much in common, Mr. Johnson, and I see, you’re not done yet. May I help you?”
I wanted to protest but when he started to touch and caress me, I couldn’t defend myself. His right hand spoiled my body and his left hand stuffed more and more food into my mouth. Little did I know that he had hidden a second plate of desserts. I didn’t realize how much food I consumed and how much he stuffed into me, but when he stopped I felt stuffed to bursting and the pressure inside my belly was very painful. I was in a state of stupor but he woke me up when he took my member into his mouth. He did a good blowjob and I exploded. He swallowed every drop until I was dry. With a bright smile and shining eyes, he says,
“You’ve done so well, you deserved this reward. Now sleep well and relax. See you tomorrow morning.”
I was speechless, breathless, and very much exhausted. I drifted away into the world of dreams.