chapter 2

A few minutes later he was up on his feet having finished his pie. Stood upright he was quite a sight these days, with the cords of his sweatpants strung out tight, and his overfed gut hanging out from beneath his t-shirt, exposing an uncomfortably fat waist.

‘I don’t think your XXXL’s are cutting it any more babe,’ she said, patting his underbelly as she got up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. ‘You’ve really been putting on a lot of weight this month.’

‘I know.’ He stretched his arms upwards and marvelled at how his t-shirt wouldn’t drop back down, before he snuck a quick brownie from the plate and placing it in his mouth whole. ‘It’s not like I eat that much.’ He mumbled, through a full mouth.

‘Tease,’ she replied.

‘Well c’mon then tubby.’ She rolled her eyes at him. ‘Let’s put you and that fat belly of yours to work.’

And with that, she dropped down to the floor and patted the empty space beside her. With some difficulty, he followed suit, and joined the spot beside her. As he lay next to her like that, it was clear he was becoming quite the man mountain. He let out another unexpected belch as he swallowed the last of his brownie.

‘Pardon you,’ she said, with a knowing giggle. ‘You must be eating too much again.’

He didn’t reply, a little embarrassed at his earlier gluttonies.

‘Now can you wiggle your feet for me?’ she asked, speaking her instructions aloud.

‘I’m a-h wiggling,’ he replied, wiggling his toes.

‘Can you even see them even?’ She turned her head to face him and blushed, as her hair unfurled behind her head.

‘Nuh-huh,’ he replied, triumphantly. ‘There’s too much belly in the way.’

‘I wonder why?’ She rolled her eyes at him and punched his arm playfully. ‘Mister … I barely eat a thing.’

‘Okay then,’ she proceeded, demonstrating her movements as she spoke. ‘Slide your feet up to your chest like this - hands on your hips - and c-r-u-n-ch!’ She performed two or three of the movements with ease for show.

‘That looks easy enough,’ he observed aloud.

‘Quit stalling on me fatty.’ She patted his belly. ‘And give it a try.’

He strained a little at his first attempt, but quickly dropped his head back down. ‘It’s no use,’ he said, puffing out his cheeks. ‘Too fat.’

‘C’mon babe, you didn’t try!’ She exclaimed, punching his arm again as she watched his belly start to quake at the stress of another attempt.

‘Just the one,’ she said, encouragingly. ‘And you’ll get a nice gooey brownie reward.’ She patted his belly. ‘Just think of all those calories!'

He sat his head back down again, his cheeks were now really beginning to glow.

‘Good work out coach.’ He patted her thigh patronisingly as he tried to get back up to his feet. ‘We’ll really have to do this again sometime.’

‘Not so fast Mister.’ She said, pressing down hard on his shoulder to push him back to the floor. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’

‘One more try,’ she persisted. ‘You were so good at these before.’

‘That was a few pounds ago,’ he remarked, patting his gut.

‘You call that a few?’ She asked, with a wry smile. 'Boy, you really have some problems.'

‘Quit it!’ His cheeks began to blush. ‘I almost had one then.’

‘Try again then chubby,’ came her quick reply.

‘Nope,’ he said, sighing again following his third attempt. ‘This really is no use.’

So she got up and straddled his hips where he lay and pulled off her sports bra to go au naturel above him.

'Perhaps you just need a little encouragement.’ She grinned teasingly at him. ‘That’s all.’

She then grabbed a brownie from the plate and took a bite from it, before dancing the rest by his lips. ‘I really don’t know which you want more.’ She winked at him. ‘Me or the brownie, or both!’

‘Both!’ He shouted, clamping his hands hungrily on her thighs. ‘l definitely want you both! And the rest of those brownies too.’

‘You’re pushing me back down with your hips again.’ He slapped at her thighs. ‘You never play fair at this game!’

‘I am not.’ Her cheeks began to flush red as she slapped his belly disparagingly. ‘Try again fatty!’

And with a mammoth effort, he managed to get his head up a little from the floor this time. And then a little more. She was almost leading him up by the brownie in her hand by now. And as he got past that certain hinge point, she began to feel the weight of his belly encroach onto her lap, it’s fattening curve breaking like a tidal wave and pushing up at her chest.

‘Almost there.’ She coaxed him. ‘C’mon big boy.’ She danced the brownie by his lips. ‘I know you’re still hungry for more.’ She whispered enticingly in his ear.

‘And we’re there!’ She exclaimed in triumph, as his double chin got to above her head, and his lungs fought for their air, and his cheeks burnt bright pink.

She let him come to a little, before rewarding him with further bites of the delicious brownie from her hand.

‘You’ve still got it.’ She winked at him, as she patted his gut.

‘Tease.’ He rolled his eyes back at her.

He then finally took a hold of the situation, and rolled her over onto her back so he could now take control for once. And as he got up above over her, straddling her hips like she had just done him, he pinned her down under his new heavy weight.

‘Now you try.’ He patted his belly arrogantly. ‘Especially with all this weight pushing you back down.’

‘Oh my,’ she remarked, in surprise, as she noticed her hands were now wedged down tightly by her sides by his gut. ‘I think you’ve put on a little since we last played this game.’

‘I don’t know why.’ He reached for another brownie from the plate and took a bite. ‘I’m always eating your “diet” blueberry pies aren’t I? … And it’s not like you put anything sinister in those?'

Her cheeks began to flush a little - partly at the accusation - and partly at the fact that she knew he didn't mind her generous experimentation with butter and cream.

‘When I have you pinned down like this,’ he muttered, triumphantly, and picked up a second brownie and took a further bite. ‘It’s so easy to get what I want. Like always.’ He rubbed at his belly teasingly. ‘I’m sure you want to get your hands on this, don't you? It’s been getting so heavy of late. I really can’t stop.’

‘Tease!’ She grimaced up at him. ‘I just hope you can still manage your actual dessert this evening.’ She giggled a little, before continuing, ‘I seem to remember you had a little difficulty the night before.’

Now his cheeks began to blush. ‘That was a one off!’ He took another bite of his brownie. ‘But I’m up for another try if you are.’ He said, with a sly wink.

‘Are you now?’ She winked back at him, as she tried her best to wriggle her hands free to tease him in between his thighs.

‘Give me a moment.’ He pushed himself up above her and reached down to below his gut and hoisted it up. ‘Here,’ he said as he handed her his belly. ‘Hold this while I give it a try.’

‘Gladly,’ she said, with a grin.

He puffed out his cheeks at the effort, then inhaled to hold in his overfed belly the best he could - but try as he might - he just couldn’t get himself close enough to her to make things work.

‘I don’t think this is gonna cut it.’ He sighed, before lazily rolling over onto his back, his belly still firm, but wobbling. ‘I’m afraid you’ll have to get up and do me instead.’

‘Typical,’ she said, clambering atop him once more, and hovering another brownie by his lips. ‘Always expecting me to do the hard work!'

‘I know.’ He took a bite of the brownie from her hand. ‘Working out with you is so much fun.’ He grinned up at her as he lay his hands upon her firm waist. ‘But your diet plans kinda suck.’

‘Hey!’ She slapped his belly playfully. ‘From where I’m sitting they really seem to work.’

‘I don't disagree.’ He patted his belly and smiled. 'So then,’ he continued, ‘How many brownies am I gonna have to eat before you put on a show?’ #

He squeezed lustfully at her pert behind through her tight yoga pants as he spoke and she felt him awaken a little more between the legs.

‘Oh,’ she said, smiling a little wickedly at him. ‘That really depends on how much you want me of course.' She then paused before continuing. 'But a big fatty like you - well I’m sure you could manage an empty plate.’

She then leant forward to massage his gut. ‘And you’ve been such a greedy boy this month, you’ve almost worn me out.’

‘Hey!’ He exclaimed. ‘Don’t knock it.’ He tried to reach for another brownie, but she slapped his greedy hand away from the plate. ‘I’ve been putting in those hard pounds whilst you’re down at that gym.’

‘By the ten,’ she said, teasing him with her hips and prodding at his gut. ‘Well let’s just see if all this ”working out” has done you some good champ.' She then leant forward to whisper enticingly in his ear as she spoke. ‘I’m going to make sure you’re full to the brim before you’re getting your bedtime treat.’ She ground her hips suggestively into him to let him know what she meant. ‘I sure hope you’ve got some stamina.’

‘Bring it.’ He stifled a belch with his hand. 'If you’ve got game, I want to see it.’

‘Big talk.’ She reached down to toy with him between the legs. 'You know how that’s gotten you into trouble before.’ She patted his belly and smiled. ‘But I’ll happily teach you that lesson again.’ She then sank her index finger deep into his gut and smiled. ‘Those brownies, I’m afraid, will all have to go.’

‘You’re cute when you want to feed me,’ he said, a little shyly.

‘You’re cute when you wanna eat for me,’ she replied, still prodding at his belly. ‘And eating like this is making you very fat.’

‘I think you like it,’ he said.

‘I think I do,’ she rocked her hips a little harder, as she felt her movements echoed by his girth.

'I can tell you want more though,’ she continued, placing another brownie by his lips.

‘Can you?’ He asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

‘Yes,’ she said, smiling sweetly back at him. ‘At least judging by what's just popped up between my legs.’

His cheeks flushed.

‘Perhaps you want a little more of my blueberry pie too?’ She asked. 'Oh,’ she adjusted herself above him hurriedly and winked. ‘I think that was a “yes”.’

‘You’re naughty.’ He licked at his lips hungrily, and struggled to contain the excitement of his thighs.

‘So are you.’ She patted his belly. ‘For putting on all this weight for me. You really have gotten fat.’ She winked at him again. ‘I mean you have no self-control.’

‘It takes one to know one.’ He winked back at her, as he continued to eat the brownie from her hand. 'Now how about you go get me the rest of that pie, and you we can really put on a show?’

‘You must really want four hundred by the end of the month piggy.’ She rolled her eyes at him.

‘Feel like I’m already there,’ he said, cradling his big gut.

‘Good.’ She grinned back down at him. ‘Let me help you solidify that goal.’

‘Onwards and upwards,’ he replied, shaking his belly in between her legs.

‘I still can’t believe you want more.’ She looked down at his size and bit on her bottom lip. ‘I mean, it’s just obscene how fat you are now. How fat you’ve gotten.’

‘You love it.’ He grinned back up at her. 'Now bring me that pie and a spoon … And let’s go get this show done.’


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