Men are from mars (mutual)

Chapter 20 - to the summit

It took a couple of weeks for her to get her mojo back but once it was there it was stronger than ever. I gave her control and she used it to full effect.
I was limited in my movements. She tried to take care of everything. She began purchasing more aides, a mobility crane, a wheel chair on special order. "Soon my fatty, you will my all mine. My ***toy. Only I won't be fucking you. You'll be too fat to fuck. You're already too fat to use the bathroom by yourself." The last part was true. I needed her help in the bathroom now. And I had to pee sitting down. If you're not a fan of extreme feederism this will probably be somewhat repulsive.
I remember the night when I realised just how far I'd gone:
I'd earned a reward and after a soothing bathing session I positioned myself on the pillows at the head of the bed and slowly lowered myself on to my back. After some heavy petting she teased my lips with her tongue and whispered "Lift that sack of a belly."
I reached down with both hands and grabbed as far under as I could. Moving up she shuffled off the bed and began to position herself at my feet.
A sly grin worked its way from her nose to her ears pushing her chubby cheeks as wide as they could go. "Hold that pose!"
She reached for her cell phone from a side table and crouched down a little out of view. She started massaging my fatpad pushing it in with her hand. "Throw me the lotion" she instructed giddily. Letting my belly settle I obeyed she scurried to pick it up then resumed her play. I was pulling back hard but the more she worked me the more difficult it was to keep a grip on my increasingly sweaty mound. I'd never felt manipulations like that before. I could feel my loins tightening as she intensified her movements. Eventually it got too much and I climaxed. She giggled again.
Composing herself she began, "How was it, fatty?" Her words lingered, almost teasing me.
"Great as always baby." I was hesitant to follow with, "Why?"
"I'll show you." she smirked, raised her hefty frame to her feet. Placing herself on the stool by the bed she held forward her phone. "Watch."
As I focused I was immediately struck by what she meant. Before I could voice anything. Before I could form a thought, an opinion she elated, "Looks like you lost little Dickie".
I could feel myself blush. Before me a video was playing of her view. Her right hand rubbing my fat pad with no dick in sight. When she pushed in hard the tip looked like an oversized clit. "Look at what you've done to yourself. You've eaten your way out of manhood. So fat you can even see your own dick when you're hard as a rock. So fat you have a fatgina!" She was teasing of course but you could tell she was aroused. "What do you have to say for yourself fatty? I promised you I'd get us too fat to fuck, but you really did it. You're officially too fat to fuck anything."
I was flushed. She was working herself in to a frenzy. I hadn't noticed her other hand was buried in her own fat mound. I rolled myself to the edge of the bed and struggling to get in to a sitting position I ushered her on to her back.
For a man of my size it was hard to assume a suitable position but I managed with some clumsy motions to position my mouth in her hot pussy. Her heavy, sweaty, soft mound grinding in to my face we went to work giving her her reward for being such a good feeder. When she began to moan hard I put my tongue to work on the outside of her sex. Then my hands. She was slick and salty and immersed in our motions. It didn't take long until she had her satisfaction. It was loud and guttural, carnal; natural.
I slid off the bed on to the plush carpet exhausted. She came and joined me and we lay there silently in each other's warm presence for a few minutes.
"Thank you" she said shyly.
"For?"
"Thank you for making my fantasy a reality."