chapter 4

4
‘How can I possibly lose weight like this?’ Barnie thought one night three weeks later. His diet had not gone well. Abysmally in fact. Could you really call it a diet if you gained another five pounds on it? The mysterious arousal at being teased by the nurse had not gone away as Barnie had hoped. If anything, it intensified. Every reminder he had gained weight instantly made him hard. Needing extra effort to sit up in bed, bending over and feeling his gut press onto his thighs, the jiggles in his flanks and thighs as he walked, how tight his sweats felt. Each and every time Barnie noticed a new facet of his gain he had to retreat to his bedroom to furiously masturbate. After a week of trying and failing to deny the existence of his new fetish, Barnie tried a new tactic.

‘It’s just a phase that’s all. Like smoking. Just need to make myself smoke the whole pack and I’ll feel sick just thinking about it!”

So for the next two weeks Barnie dived in. He ate with abandon, forcing as much of his favorite treats down his gullet in an attempt to shock his system out of it. The idea was that he couldn’t possibly be aroused if he was overfull. Barnie had never been one to eat too much in one sitting, the feeling of being stuffed had done nothing but make him sick before. That’s what made the next discovery about his sexuality all the more troubling.

The first stuffing went to plan. Barnie managed to eat an entire large pizza, falling asleep so dreadfully sick his cock hadn’t thought to stir. The next day Barnie had been committed to doing the same thing, especially when he nearly came after realizing the bloat had made his underwear distressingly tight. The second stuffing of six burgers, a truly comical amount, foreshadowed what was to come.

After the fourth burger Barnie felt well and truly stuffed. His belly felt taught, he poked at it curiously. Yet, he wanted to keep going, he wasn’t quite sick yet. He could still feel his cock tingling at the amount of excess carbs and fat he just guzzled. So Barnie pushed forward, forcing the second to last burger down. After this one he nearly stopped. He had achieved his goal, there was no arousal to be felt. Maybe it was not wanting to waste money, or the kink had already taken control, but as Barnie went for the first bite of his sixth burger his body betrayed him. He poked the side of his distended belly and moaned.

“Get it all down you, pig.” Barnies eyes shot wide, his lazy smile turned to horrified frown. Any discomfort he had felt disappeared. The pressure in his stomach morphed to pure sexual thrill, as if egging him on to get as much in as possible.

‘C’mon lil piggy, surely you can fit a bit more in?’ the organ begged, ‘a greedy porker like you can’t help themselves, now eat up!”

Barnie felt his cock throbbing in his boxers. The thought of actually finishing these burgers even minutes ago was absurd, but he took a huge bite, then another. He moaned and stroked himself as he felt the pressure continue to rise, precum dribbling down his shaft in heavy streams. Panting, Barnie rubbed at his taut stomach as the last bite entered his mouth. He chewed and stroked himself furiously, swallowing and finishing at the same time.

For a moment Barnie lay back, awash in a haze of sticky pleasure. It wore away quickly. Suddenly he realized he was naked, covered in grease and ketchup, his stomach jutting out further than it ever had. Barnie tried to move but groaned at the wave of discomfort. He patted his belly with worry.

“What the hell am I going to do?”