Chapter 3 - Probation Period

Bella was progressing nicely. Better than nicely, in fact. She was excelling. Am I talking about work or gaining weight? Both. In the past two months, I made her breakfast at least 3 times a week, upping it to five times a week at her request. On a day she’d usually go without, she said, ‘Harry, I need one of your breakfasts this morning.’ Before long, I’d whipped up a steaming fried breakfast, the portion size having increased. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and I found myself cooking for Bella every morning.

This one Friday morning, she came into the kitchen to find me already frying up the bacon rashers and sausages. ‘Smells good!’ She said excitedly. I watched her set her bag down and sit at the breakfast bar. This was my only opportunity to stuff her, so I was sure she was overeating elsewhere because she was ballooning. ‘Is that a new suit?’ I asked, knowingly. ‘Yeah,’ Bella tutted, ‘I’ve gained a bit of weight recently so had to get a fresh one.’ I served her breakfast. ‘Nonsense…’ I said with subtle sarcasm, ‘you look fantastic.’

I meant it. Bella had started to develop a double chin, her cheeks puffier than when we first met. She rarely wore button-up shirts because they’d splay out whenever she sat down, displaying her growing belly. I followed her on Instagram and had a stalk through her pictures. Not long ago was she a muscular gymnast; now she was my fat pig, helpless against her own gluttony for my treats. She hadn’t posted much recently, only a picture of her and her friends at the pub. She was about average size for her group, but her clothes were way too tight on her.

Continuing our conversation, Bella asked, ‘do you really think so?’ I looked up at her. She started again, ‘because look…’ She grabbed a hunk of her belly from over her t-shirt. ‘I’ve gotten so fat .’ I walked over and put a reassuring arm around her shoulder. ‘Come on now, Bella. You look amazing. I promise you…’ She smiled at me before I looked around, ‘do you want me to get one of the girls? Feel like this is a bit out of my depth.’ Bella shook her head, ‘no you’re fine. Thanks Harry, I needed that.’ I saw her exhale and her belly lurched forwards in her suit. I thought about how I should just give her the money for this suit now because it wasn’t going to end here.

‘I’ll leave you to your breakfast, Bella,’ I said, ‘I’ve got some calls to make.’ I walked out the kitchen and to my office, closing the door behind me. ‘You’re late.’ I looked up and Charlotte was sitting on my desk, legs akimbo. Again, she wore no underwear and I could see up her skirt. Her belly was starting to hang down and cover her vagina. I smiled cheekily, ‘I’m not going to be able to see your pussy soon.’ Charlotte smiled, playing with her belly, ‘I’m struggling to see it nowadays.’ I went over to her, teasing, ‘must be all the food you’re eating. You really ought to stop…’ She bit her lip, ‘stop? Why… I’m only just getting started.’

I bent over her as she kissed my neck, undoing my tie, and fetched two bags of doughnuts. ‘Well, if you’re only getting started, I’ll make sure to get more than this next time.’ Charlotte moaned as I fed her the first and second doughnut. I used my other hand to finger her vagina. Slowly. I didn’t have any meetings this morning, so this was going to be a long stuffing session.

After she had finished the first bag, I unbuttoned her shirt. Charlotte was tall, so her weight gain felt slower. But, she had developed a double belly because she wore tight skirts all the time which dug into her. I kissed her soft, dimpled skin, snaking downwards towards her vagina. When I got there, it was already so wet. Stuffing always made Charlotte wet. I started to lick her clitoris and worked inside as she stirred, her moans muted by dough. I ran my hands slowly up and down her thighs, feeling my fingers impressing into her fat. ‘Harry, I’m going to cum,’ she told me. I looked up. She still had half a bagful. ‘Not until you finish those,’ I said. Charlotte winced before putting another doughnut in her mouth.

I slowed down even more, waiting for her to finish, keeping her on the edge. ‘I can’t… I want to but I just… can’t,’ Charlotte whispered, getting weak in the knees. I kept one hand on her vagina and grabbed the remaining two doughnuts and pushed them into Charlotte’s mouth. She moaned with pleasure. I kissed her neck as she ate them. It was too much. I felt Charlotte’s cum drip onto my hand. She finished the final doughnut, breathing heavily.

Once she recovered, she said seductively, ‘your turn.’ She unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers down. I was fully hard, close to cumming. Her hands on my throbbing erection felt amazing, I could feel the jam and cream running up and down as she started to pull me off. Then, suddenly, she wrapped her lips around my penis and sucked on it, removing all the jam and cream. It was as if she hadn’t had enough. I came in her mouth. Wow. That was something.

We both were silent for a few minutes, lying on the floor with each other. I could feel her weight on top of me, her flabby belly resting on me. I broke the silence, ‘how much do you weigh now?’ Charlotte looked up at me, smiling, ‘I’m 230 lbs.’ I smiled back, squeezing her tight and kissing her. ‘Wow, you’re heavier than me now.’ She corrected me, ‘I’m heavier than you by quite a lot now!’ She stood up and put her clothes back on. I admired her, ‘you’ve never looked better, Charlotte.’ She smiled, ‘I feel better. See you tonight, Harry.’ Charlotte left me on the floor.

I heard outside, ‘oh hi Bella.’ My eyes widened as Bella knocked at my door. I quickly put my trousers on and fixed my shirt. ‘Come in!’ Bella came in and smiled at me. ‘Thanks again for breakfast. It was really good!’ I smiled back, ‘not at all. Anytime you need a meal, just let me know.’ Bella blushed, ‘well, that’s the thing. I was wondering if you wanted to grab some food tonight?’ I was surprised, ‘tonight?’ Bella shrugged, ‘yeah. If you’re free. We could go check out this new Portuguese place. Heard their chicken is to die for.’ I nodded, ‘sounds great. I’ll pick you up at seven?’ Bella smiled in agreement and left. I text Charlotte that something had come up so I’d be later than expected. She didn't mind.