Chapter 15 - the next chapter

Sid laughed at Zayla’s idea. “You want to be over three hundred pounds?”

Zayla bit her bottom lip in arousal. “You bet I do!” she cried out in delight; reaching down into her crotch, as if she had been conditioned to do so. These days, she didn’t seem to be able to go more than five minutes without touching herself.

“That’s a lot of weight, you know?” Sid noted cautiously. “You’re a big girl now but three hundred… three-fifty… that’s going to be a lot for you to carry around with you!”

Zayla moaned in pleasure. “Yeah! You’d better believe it!” she sighed, not taking the warning with any measure of seriousness.

“You’ve been lucky so far. Apart from your fat gut, all this mass has just made you look thicker all over. The next sixty, or so, pounds are really going to change things.”

Once again, Zayla was getting off to Sid’s comments, rather than considering them in any way. “What’s going to happen?” she asked keenly, as if she wanted all the juicy details.

“Well, your breasts will be getting a lot heavier. Expect them to get in the way A LOT! That’s what happened to Danielle. You seem to carry it in your ass a lot more than she did, though. I’m not even sure whether you would be comfortable flying on an aeroplane as often as you do. And if your belly keep up this pace, you may even need…”

“...A seatbelt extender!” Zayla gasped in realisation, getting even more worked up at the thought. “That’s so fucking hot!” she moaned. She came to his senses for a brief second and looked at Sid seriously. “Tell me, if you and Danielle hadn’t broken up, would you have continued doing what you were doing to her?”

“Making her fatter, you mean?” Sid asked. He smiled at the thought. “I don’t think I ever would have been able to stop myself from overfeeding her,” he answered honestly. “Once you see the fat building, it’s completely addictive.”

Zayla’s face lit up at the answer. “That’s exactly how I feel too!” she proclaimed, feeling up her growing breasts and enjoying their sensitivity. “I feel like I’m losing control of it. I’m losing control of myself!” She concentrated and pushed her large stomach out with all of her might. “I just want this to grow and grow! I want to get so big and fat that no-one even recognises me anymore!”

“Something tells me you’re going to end up even bigger than Danielle did!” Sid grinned excitedly.

Zayla loved that. She pushed her fat belly out again and reached a hand into the box of cream cakes she’d been slyly taking from since she arrived; pushing one deep into her mouth as her right hand continued to stimulate her down below. There was so much of it; her mouth hardly contained it all as the cream exploded inside. She chewed and chewed, making a mess on herself as she gazed adoringly at Sid. “I can’t believe how lucky I am!” she exclaimed after swallowing. “I’m being turned into a fat pig by the best feeder in Hollywood!”

“You know,” Sid smiled as Zayla closed her eyes and just enjoyed the stimulation of her kink. “Talk is cheap. It’s action that counts!” he smirked wickedly, picking up the next cream cake. “I hope you’ve built up a good appetite! This is about to get very serious indeed!”