Sandra's just dessert

chapter 3

Sandra awoke to Mike standing in front of her, and the loud sound of the closing door behind him. She watched as he stepped toward her with a look of approval in his eyes; “You didn’t even bother to clean up?” he said with a smile, indicating the empty food wrappers and containers. She checked her phone, no message but it was half-an-hour before he was supposed to be here. Mike knelt down next to her close enough she could smell the lingering whisper of aftershave from this morning. He stroked her hair and gently laid hands on her almost naked body. He spoke in a smooth deep voice; “Now, I want you to be honest. Did you spoil yourself today?”


The question first brought to her mind the slow and soothing orgasm she’d had before this brief nap. Then a flush of blood to her face as she felt his hand resting on her belly--taught and round. Mike had made her breakfast that morning--strawberry and cream crepes. She had been inexplicably ravenous the whole day long, so when she finally let herself eat at noon, she gorged herself. Mike’s left-overs from the other night; a 3-cheese grilled cheese sandwich; and to top it all off, a few dozen of those caramel candies that had been left for her. She couldn’t tell what his angle was, but the closer he got to her the less she could care. “I want you to know that when you need something that I can give you, you can tell me and expect to get it.” Sandra gasped as Mike began undressing himself. He stood above her, his throbbing member commanding her attention. She looked up at him, and opened her mouth expectantly as she began to close her eyes. Her eyelids shot open in surprise as her tongue met with a moist piece of cake. Mike shoved the cake in her mouth as he inserted himself into her--Sandra’s eyes pleading up at him for too much and not enough all at once. “You know what?” He said, thrusting his hips forward “If you really want this--” he began driving into her “You’re going to have to finish all of this cake.”


Sandra was absolutely confused. She couldn’t say anything until she got this cake out of her mouth, but she didn’t know whether she should say anything. There was something inside her that went dizzy and blissful at getting so much and yet wanting more. Mike had never been as direct as to feed her during sex, but the powerful reminder of what was coming to her motivated her to pliantly take the cake; and so Mike would keep fucking her. The overwhelming sensations of sweet decadent cake and feeling herself being rammed by her powerful lover alternated in her focus. She looked to his face and she could see the elation had begun to overtake him. They had found a rhythm and the cake was over halfway gone by the time that Mike started to slow down. He started to tantalize Sandra: Mike had fixed his hips and cock inside of her, his knees pushed between Sandra’s legs so that she was held fast between him and the head of the couch--one hand feeding her cake and the other slowly stroking her clit. He looked down at her writhing beneath his touch and moaning at being so full. Her belly was bloated out and completely packed with fattening sugary cake on top of a whole day’s worth of binging.


As she finished a mouthful she quickly turned her head and spurted out “Mike--can’t eat another bi*IIITTEHH*” she belched loudly. Mike held the second-to-last piece of cake in his hand and answered confidently; “Is that so? I think we’re going to have to do some serious work to fix that problem--” he gave a slow grinding thrust “--in the future.” Mike began to shudder as he drew closer to climax. Sandra could feel him go rigid inside of her. She was absolutely stuffed. Every feeling of pleasure in her body screamed for Mike to keep going, but he stopped until he began moving the thick chocolaty slice of cake closer to Sandra’s messy mouth. Her breath shivered as the sickly-sweet smell of cake became simultaneous with the pre-orgasmic tremors running through her legs. There was nothing she could do. She turned her face back to the cake and lunged for it, pulling herself further onto Mike’s rock-hard shaft. Bite after bite of thick frosting shoveled past her teeth and tongue as she and Mike came closer and closer to the inevitable draw and release of their sexual tension. Mike’s hand pulled chunks of the last piece of cake off the plastic platter and smushed it gracelessly into Sandra’s face as he lost himself to sensation and fucked Sandra again and again until the both of them lie in a heaving mound on the settee--dark smears of cake streaked across both their bodies.


After that night, others like it became somewhat regular for the two of them. As Sandra became more and more familiar with the area around Mike’s apartment, she found herself a few cozy lunch spots or coffee shops to pass time at while Mike was away. Always checking the time so that she would be punctually home just before he got off work. There were times she would struggle to deny herself the pleasure of her own hand while eating at the apartment just to save more of herself for Mike’s. Each day the line between food and sex became a little more blurred for Sandra. She rarely found herself hungry without becoming horny and vice-versa. The feeling of being stuffed became synonymous with orgasm, especially as she got used to Mike getting up earlier to cook more elaborate breakfasts and to make more time for sex. Her excursions to the outside had become more and more troublesome as she noticed the side-effects of her sex-fuled gluttony. She had begun to outgrow all of the clothing she had brought with her. While she did have her credit card, she now depended on it for extra snacking and food outside Mike’s. She struggled to keep-up with working out, but she was consistently winded and becoming more and more frequently blissfully aching from Mike’s attentions. There was nothing she could wear that she did not spill dramatically out of.


Through all of these problems, she had made some connections. Mike could not get enough of her, and she could not get enough of Mike. She was constantly and inexplicably hungry, and she cared less and less. And lastly, she could swear that he was starting to leave later and come home sooner than he ever had before. All of this resulted in her lithe and slender form being overtaken by supple fat, folding and rolling across her entire body.


Mike was pleased to see the results had taken so quickly. Sandra was fine. When John initially reached out, Mike was skeptical. There are a lot of people in the world who would pay to see someone fattened up, but not many people made good candidates for his specific predilection for control and domination. He needed someone who couldn’t help themselves, but who also felt themself unquestionably “in control”. Someone entitled to being pampered. For him, the act was about absolutely subverting the pinnacle of pride and arrogance. To play the counterpart to someone so ignorantly self-assured as to be taken in by what they think they deserve. The problem was that Mike had fallen for Sandra wholesale. It was difficult to say what, but there was something different about Sandra. He had on numerous occasions kept his real life separate from the lives of his clients and their candidates, but Sandra drew him in by the soul. He was getting attached and he didn’t want to stop.


The thirty-or-so pounds settled on Sandra’s frame in the perfect way. Her softness was the kind that resulted from being lavished with gifts. The tenacious aspect of desire in her glance showed even Mike where he was left wanting. She almost seemed to dare Mike to make her fatter. At least, Mike was sure that the appetite stimulants he had worked into her pillbox of party drugs weren’t doing all the work. Sandra was becoming greedy and there was nothing anybody could do to stop it.