Chapter 2

The feeding continued for a long time and David soon found himself struggling to keep up with the pace. Still, Jenny encouraged him to keep going, rubbing his stomach and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss every time he failed to open his mouth for her. "Come on, baby," she would say softly, "just a few more bites."

And David always obliged in the end, allowing her to feed him spoonful after spoonful until the bowl was nearly empty. His belly was now noticeably rounder, much to Jenny's delight, and he was struggling a little to take full breaths. She ran her hands over his belly and kissed it lovingly, feeling a surge of pleasure at how helpless and vulnerable David was before her.

At this point, she had been sitting on his lap for the better part of an hour, and the intimate physical contact had caused his cock to become hard. She could feel it straining against the fabric of his underwear between them. It was time to see just how far she could really push him.

Slowly, she moved off of his lap. Kneeling in front of him she pulled down his unbuttoned pants, the zipper had long since been forced all the way down, and removed his underwear. David barely noticed, still in a haze from all the food packed inside of him. She bent forward and lightly licked the tip of his cock. He moaned in pleasure, but also in pain; the motion of her tongue had caused him to give an involuntary jerk and the sudden movement hurt his overfilled stomach. Jenny stood up and walked back to the kitchen, pulling a tall glass from the fridge. She walked back over to David and got on her knees in front of him once more.

"Drink this," she said, handing him the glass. David could see that it was filled with some kind of thick, heavy liquid. It looked to be a mixture of heavy cream and melted vanilla ice cream. "I'll let you cum when you finish it."

She smiled coyly up at him and then resumed the blowjob with torturous slowness, looking up at him, waiting for him to obey.

David did not have to think twice. He eagerly took the glass from Jenny, the sweet smell of the dessert filling his nose. He took a sip, the cold thick liquid sliding easily down his throat and into his belly where he could feel it come to rest. He slowly began to drink more, his already stuffed gut slowly expanding to its absolute limits as he gulped down hundreds of creamy calories.

Seeing him begin to drink, Jenny increased her speed and intensity, head bobbing as she continued to pleasure him. His arousal was growing with each swallow of the ice cream as she moved her tongue up and down his shaft. He could feel himself growing bigger and getting closer to climax with every mouthful.

The food and pleasure continued hand in hand for over a minute. He felt the pressure in his belly becoming truly painful but he knew that he was close to the finish line. He began to drink more quickly, trying to get the last of the ice cream into his stomach before the pain forced him to stop. He reached the bottom of the glass, and flung it aside, letting out a primal moan as the pleasure and pain melded into a single overwhelming sensation.

Jenny kept going, her mouth expertly working its way up and down his shaft. He felt himself getting close to orgasm, and he tightened his grip on the couch as he reached the point of no return. Finally, with one final burst of effort from Jenny, the sensations reached their peak and he let out a cry of pleasure as he released his load into her waiting mouth, his mind lost in the moment of pure bliss. He fell back against the couch in a complete stupor from the excesses of food and sex, his belly projecting out from him absurdly, tight and hard.

Jenny got to her feet and looked down at him with a satisfied smile. She took the empty glass from where he’d discarded it, placing it on the table before leaning down and giving him a light kiss on the cheek. She stayed with him for a few moments, gently stroking his hair until he fully drifted off to sleep, taking the time to admire his huge round belly.

To her, it was a monument to the care and love she felt for her boyfriend. With a bit more time she would make him totally dependent on her, his motivation and independence obliterated by her careful tending. He would become helpless to do anything for himself, forced to trust and rely on her completely. What could be more beautiful than giving in so fully to another person? And she knew that she would never break his trust, she would always be there to make sure he was full and satisfied.

Leaning in one last time, she whispered in his ear, "I know you liked this, David. I'm going to take such good care of you. Just you wait, this is only the beginning."

David did not stir but she liked to imagine that somewhere in his subconscious he understood the message. With one last loving look, she stood and gathered up the dishes around the couch. There was some cleaning to do, and she would need to stop by the store before bed so that she’d be ready with breakfast for him in the morning.