chapter 3

Literature Text
1:45PM


‘Alright there big boy, just a few more steps!’ Carla says reassuringly as we finally enter the living room.


Unfortunately for me the living room is the the opposite end of the house from our bedroom, this wouldn’t be a big deal for any normal sized person, probably only a 30 second walk or so, but for my 800 ass it takes close to 5 minutes!


Carla has rails running along every single wall in the house which helps me take the load of my bulk when walking but even with the rails and Carla supporting me on the other side I still have to take a rest every few steps to catch my breath!


After finally making it to the living room a sigh of relief comes from my mouth as my eyes fixate on my chair. It’s a custom made chair specifically for me. It’s a large love seat style chair, the seat itself measures an impressive 70 inches, which was lovely and roomy for me when I got the chair but 200 pound later it’s a bit snug now. What makes this chair special is the fact that it can be raised up and lowered down at the push of a button making it easier for me to sit down and stand up! Plus it’s also a recliner!


I spend most of my day in this chair and it shows, the fabric is stained, the armrests are worn out where my flab rubs against them and the seat cushion has a perfect indent of my ass in it!


I lean against the chair and Carla presses the button causing the chair to slowly lower into a seating position, once fully down she then pushes another button that lifts the base of the chair up, lifting my legs with it and reclines me back just enough so I can still see the television.



Like this my belly sits heavily onto of my legs all the way to my feet pretty much, plus my t-shirt has folded up under my moobs exposing even more of my blubbery gut!


‘I bet you’re pretty hungry after all that exercise…’ Carla says lovingly stroking my belly


‘Yeah, I’m starving!’ I reply desperately


‘Well, guess where I went this morning whilst you were still snoozing…’


‘Where?’


‘Andy’s… ’


‘Andy’s bakery?!’ I ask enthusiastically


‘Yep!’


‘Oh my god yes! Please tell me you got what I’m hoping you got…’


‘The pecan pie by any chance?’ Carla grins


‘Yes! Yes! Yes! You’re the best Carla!’


‘Do you want it now?’


‘Yes please!’


Within minutes Carla walks back into the living room holding the pie in one hand and a can of spray cream in the other.


‘Here you go big boy!’ Carla says placing the pie of my belly and tucking the spray cream between my belly and the armrest.



I don’t hesitate, within seconds my fork is dug into the pie and loading my mouth with the sweet caloric treat. I moan orgasmically as the sugary goodness costs my tongue before filling my maw with another forkful, before a third forkful can go in Carla places the nozzle of the spray cream into my mouth a squeezes the trigger until cream overflows my mouth down onto my chins! A smile forms in the corners of my mouth as I once again fill my gob and allow Carla to squirt more cream into me. 15 minutes later, the pie is gone, completely vanished into my stomach! 4240 calories worth of pecan pie and half a can of cream which is about 420 calories, taking me up to a grand total of 17,650 calories consumed in roughly 2 hours of being awake! No wonder I’ve got so fucking fat!



‘UUURRRRPPPP! Oh baby! That was heavenly!’


‘You’ve still got half a can of cream left…’ Carla says alluringly


‘What are you trying to say?’ I ask with a grin on my face


‘I want you to eat more…a lot more!’


‘Wow you really do love my big body!’ I chuckle causing a ripple across my gut


‘Yeah I do..in fact..I want you bigger…’ Carla admits shyly


‘Bigger?! You do realise I’m nearly 800 pound? I’m probably the fattest person in town!’


‘I know I know! But it’s not enough for me Benji! I want you fatter, I want you to be the fattest person in the world not just the town! Fatter than anyone ever before!’ Carla confesses becoming flush with excitement


‘Holy shit babe, you’ve got some issues!’ I laugh


‘I’ll understand if you say no’


‘Why the fuck would I say no? I spent 19 years starving hungry every single day! Now I’ve got the opportunity to literally stuff myself to bursting point every day of my life!’


‘Really? You’re ok if I take this to the extreme?’


‘Carla I don’t think you understand what you mean to me. You pulled me off the street, put a roof over my head and food in my belly, without you I’d literally have nothing! I’m all yours babe, do what you want to me…I’ve already eaten enough calories to feed 10 people, so if you want me fatter, I suggest you get me more food…’


‘What would you like to eat?’ Carla asks trying her best to hold back her tears of joy


‘I take it you didn’t go to my favourite bakery just to get me 1 of my favourite pecan pies…’


‘I’ll be right back…’ She replies biting her bottom lip.