Chapter 1 A Confession and a treat

Daniel drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, each tap a drumbeat underscoring his sadness. Last night’s lovemaking with Olivia replayed in his mind, though without any spice to it. He’d been inside her, gazing into her eyes, adoring her plump, juicy body, and she’d obviously been a million miles away.

Was it something he was doing? Or was she simply getting bored of him? Dan wasn’t the most secure or macho of men, but Liv had always said she liked his skinny body, adroit mind, and gentle manner. She used to get all mushy-eyed watching him carefully rescue spiders and bring them outside, or the way he would drive an hour into the country to release the humane mouse traps he used.

Just six weeks ago they’d started talking about moving in together. If she were to leave him… damn, he didn’t even want to go down that path even in his mind. He had to prepare himself for the worst, though. That path might be what lay ahead.

He rolled to a stop at the light, just by their favorite Chinese buffet, and a voluptuous vision of a woman standing at the bus stop caught his eye. She – like Olivia – was blessed with an ass that tested the limits of her jeans, a perfectly round bubble butt with extra jello. Despite his low mood, a gorgeous butt like that could and would always distract him. His gaze rested softly on the plushly built woman. She appeared to be quite pregnant, which would explain why she was hitting up the notoriously delicious buffet by herself.

*Those pregnancy cravings were something else*, he thought, a small grin peeking through his depression.

Even as he cheered at the view, another sad little thought occurred. He’d always wondered if he and Olivia would make it as a couple, and perhaps he’d rub her heavily pregnant belly someday. That future seemed less and less likely these past few weeks, and Dan’s face grew drawn in sadness.

The swollen beauty turned, looking down the street, and Dan let out a loud gasp. She wasn’t like Olivia – she was Olivia! Her already generously proportioned body was bigger than it had been when he’d held her last night. Her soft belly looked hard and round, straining the waist of her jeans. Liv made an uncomfortable expression and looked around her guiltily before rubbing her gut.

“Liv?” called Daniel, rolling down the window. “Want a ride home?”

Olivia jumped as much as her bloated belly allowed her. “Dan,” she said uneasily. “What a surprise this is.” She didn’t sound happy about it, or angry as he worried she might be. She sounded nervous.

“Get in, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he called back and rolled the window back up. She walked over – waddled would be a better word, what had she done to herself? – and got into the passenger side with great delicacy. It seemed to be painful or difficult for her to move or put any pressure on that big gut.

Finally, she dropped into the seat with a loud thump, bouncing her breasts, jiggling her thighs, and, to her great embarrassment, an audible toot. Olivia muttered a red-faced, “Sorry,” and quickly hit the window button again to air out the car.

“Jeez,” he said, laughing in disbelief. This was a side of her he’d never seen. The light went green, and as he hit the gas pedal, he found himself saying, “Liv, I have to ask. Were you just in an eating contest or something?”

“No,” she replied in a low voice. “I was just... eating.” She massaged her belly again, wincing, before reaching down to undo her button and fly. A small waterfall of tan, warm flesh flowed out of her opened pants. Her luscious lower belly stretched the zipper wide and her plump fupa made a small roll under her gut.

“Eating, huh?” mused Dan. “I’ve never seen you eat that much, babe, and we went on a cruise with free buffets all day.”

She was silent for a moment, massaging her gravid-looking gut in small, firm circles. Finally, she sighed. “Remember how I gained like fifteen pounds over the trip?”

“Yeah, and you were so tired too, did you get ill?”

Olivia shook her head vehemently. “Nope, I wasn’t sick. Maybe sick in the head, but… no. I was tired because I kept sneaking out of our cabin at night to stuff myself.”

Daniel’s brow knit and he flapped his jaw a few times trying to think of what to say or ask. “Why? Were you worried I was going to judge you for enjoying some food? You know I love that you’re curvy.”

Her plump hands covered her face. “It’s more than just enjoying food, Dan, I’m trying to tell you that…” She sounded like she was going to cry, and Dan’s heart felt like it would break at the sound.

“Olivia, I love you,” he said and squeezed her thick thigh, glancing away from the road for a fraction of a second to look at his beloved. “I can pull over if you want. You’re more important than anything else in my life and I want to hear what you have to say.”

She nodded silently, miserably, and Dan pulled into the parking lot of a fast food drive through. Her hands still covered her eyes and her breathing was fast and ragged.

“We’re stopped, Livvy, what did you need to tell me?” He unbuckled and turned in his seat to unbuckle her as well. Daniel rubbed her back with one hand, and stroked her thick thigh with the other.

Olivia dropped her hands and looked up at him with teary eyes. Her words tumbled out of her like stone, slowly, one by one, then building to an avalanche. “Remember last Thanksgiving?”

Dan nodded. Her family had invited him to one of the most delicious Thanksgiving dinners he’d ever had. Her dad’s side of the family brought lasagna, garlic rolls, heavily buttered mashed potatoes and deep fried a brined turkey (without any injuries, thankfully). Her mom’s side had these black beans that melted in his mouth, arroz imperial and delicious sweet plantains for dessert. Then, each side had also made traditional “American” Thanksgiving foods, as if they were afraid that this white boy wouldn’t have something homey to eat. Green beans with almonds, sweet potato pie, stuffing and so much more. “Of course, Livvy. Your family was so welcoming to me. I don’t think I’d ever eaten that much in my life!”

“Did you like it?” she asked, soft and sad.

He shrugged. “Sure. I ate it, didn’t I? And you rubbed my belly on the drive home.” Dan grinned at the memory and then knit his brows. “Huh, you couldn’t keep your hands off me that night.”

“You were so full, babe,” she whispered. “Your belly was, damn, it was so round and sexy.”

“Did you want to do that again?”

She took another deep breath, or tried, the fullness of her stomach hindering her breathing. “I thought I could forget about this side of me, but no matter what I do it’s there. I stuff myself because it feels good, and because I don’t have anyone else to stuff. I love fat, Danny, do you get what I’m saying? I love you too, but I’m realizing that fat and food is just… a part of my sexuality.” She stopped and covered her mouth, as if she had said something unspeakably terrible.

Dan merely sat in thought for a moment, before leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms decisively. “Well, of course fat turns you on. It’s sexy. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not a twig and I’m crazy about your body.” He chewed his lower lip before adding, “If you want to gain weight, I think I’d be okay with that.”

Her sniffling stopped abruptly and she took another deep breath. “I don’t think I explained myself well enough. I’ve been stuffing myself because I can’t stop thinking about… you. Gaining weight.” The whites of her eyes were prominent, and her lovely hazel-brown eyes held fear. “I’m a freak, I know.”

Instead of kicking her out of the car as she’d expected, Daniel pondered for another few moments. “So, you’d want me to overeat like you did today? Really stuff myself?”

She nodded shyly, her tan skin flushed, bright red spots on her cheeks.

“Would you want to start today?”

Dan had never seen Liv look so surprised, or happy, or horny in his life. She lunged for him as quickly as her overfed gut would allow, and nestled against his thin chest. Her hand roamed his body, lingering on the small, barely visible bulge at his waistline.

“Yes. Jesus H. Christ, yes I want to feed you today,” she said. Her gaze slid to the fast food restaurant. “Want to pick up a few things in the drive through?” Olivia’s expression was yearning, tender, and imbued with an excited hope that Dan had never seen in her eyes before.

*How funny*, Daniel thought as they pulled back into his driveway, bags brimming with burgers and fries and fattening goodies of all kinds. *I woke up this morning thinking that Liv was tired of me. I never imagined that she would want MORE of me.*

She led him into his living room and directed him to sit in his favorite chair, a sturdy recliner. The swelling of her belly hadn’t gone down a single bit, and bulged out of her unbuttoned jeans in a tempting arc. Once he sat, she wriggled out of her tight jeans and shirt with a relieved sigh. Her stuffed body made quite a sight for Dan, and he could easily understand why she wanted to see him in the same condition. Without her confining jeans, her belly looked spherical, and her satin panties hugged her fupa lovingly, displaying every bulge and swell, even the outline of her fat pussy lips.

“That’s better,” she sighed, rubbing her overstuffed stomach for a moment. She stretched and seemed reinvigorated. She sat on a footstool by his chair, pulled out the first burger and held it out to his mouth.

“Oh, you want to feed me by hand?” he said, equally intrigued and surprised.

“For the first few bites,” Olivia purred and then grinned mischievously. “Then I was thinking I might provide some positive reinforcement for eating so much.”

He bit heavily into the burger, chewed, and swallowed quickly. “Oh? What were you thinking?”

“Not telling.” Her grin rivaled the Cheshire Cat’s in its breadth and smug glee. “Good blubber boys get good rewards though.”

Daniel devoured the rest of the burger, and made short work of the chicken sandwich that was offered next. *Thank God I skipped lunch today*, he thought. A burger and fries were his usual limit, but she held out a BLT wrap after the chicken sandwich with a wicked grin. Though his belly was starting to feel full, the delight and desire in her eyes was potent motivation. He rubbed his belly and opened his mouth for the next fattening bite, but couldn’t hide his slight wince.

“Poor Dan,” she cooed. “Maybe I should start that reinforcement?”

She dropped to her knees before him, her hands bracing her ungainly fat body on his skinny knees. God, she looked beautiful! Olivia reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting her round, heavy, golden-skinned breasts tipped with rosewood-hued nipples fall onto her gorged gut. Her hands slid up Dan’s thighs, squeezing and caressing all the way. “As long as you keep stuffing your mouth with this,” she said, gesturing to the bag of food, “I’ll keep stuffing my mouth with this!” Her plump hand fell to his crotch with a shiver-provoking caress.

He swallowed a huge gulp of BLT and grabbed the bag from the floor with lightning-quick speed, shoveling the rest of the wrap into his mouth with similar alacrity. “Yes, ma’am,” he said hoarsely through a mouthful of food. There was another sandwich left in the bag, along with several orders of fries, a large box of chicken nuggets, and three fried pies. That wasn’t even including the large chocolate shake waiting for him! Daniel’s eyes got big and he exhaled before digging in. Fuck, that’s a lot to eat. Thank goodness I’ve always had a fast metabolism!

Olivia unzipped his work trousers like she was opening a box from Tiffany’s, her eyes glued to his belly that already bulged slightly with a burgeoning food baby. She licked her lips before diving into her second feast of the day and wrapped her plump, ruddy lips around his shaft with a happy sigh. Her head bobbed up and down, while her eyes were locked on the sight of Danny stuffing himself.

Daniel finished the burgers and sandwiches quickly and paused, trying to decide what to eat next. “Try switching from salty to sweet,” she said, stopping her work briefly. He looked at her quizzically and she shrugged. “It helps me eat more.”

Well, she was the expert. He picked up the shake and took a sip. She was right. The cold, sweet shake went down smooth and numbed his increasingly packed stomach soothingly. His eyes closed in pleasure while he sipped at the creamy shake, following it by stuffing handfuls of salty fries into his mouth. Liv’s tongue slid up and down his shaft and swirled over his *** while her hand fondled his balls. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, even as his belly ached more and more with every bite.

In fact, the pain in his gut somehow made the blowjob feel even better. Daniel grunted and belched, trying to fit more in his belly. He had to stop for a few seconds – his full stomach made breathing a little difficult, but Liv started massaging his bulging gut. He belched more, feeling a little embarrassed, but her steady slurping of his hard girth didn’t cease.

The goal was to finish the bag, he told himself sternly, a little gas was obviously no big deal! He felt the muscles in his abdomen slacken under her practiced hands, and began eating again with determination. He gulped down the rest of his shake, pulled the pies out, and then held the bag upside down over his waiting maw, chomping and swallowing all the remaining fries like a starving animal.

Olivia’s pace sped at that little display, she even let out an excited ooo!, though it was muffled by his erection filling her mouth.

The pies were the only items left and his stomach already felt stretched to its limits. The only solution was to stuff them in as fast as possible. He crammed one whole pie into his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose as he chewed. Liv whimpered and sucked harder, rewarding her good blubber boy. The pressure of her hands on his balls and belly grew firmer too, relieving the ache in both. Her eyes glittered brightly, and he caught a whiff of her arousal, even over the scents of fast food filling his nose.

Knowing how turned on his girlfriend was getting only got him harder and closer to coming, and he stuffed the last two pies into his mouth, chewing furiously, red in the face from his exertion. Liv’s head bobbed faster and faster, sucking down more of his shaft in each descent until he was deep in her throat. Her hands clutched at him, while his gripped the arms of his chair. Just as he swallowed his last bite, he came, sending his come in hot jets down his girlfriend’s waiting throat.

Olivia licked her lips with a gloating expression. “How was that?”

Daniel tried to catch his breath. It was quite difficult. He’d never been this full in his life, and after several panting seconds his eyes dropped to view the damage he’d done. His stomach, usually flat with the barest hint of pudge, stuck out several inches in a massive, swollen half-circle and looked red and irritated from his stuffing. It would go back down in a few days, he told himself. He’d never put on weight easily before. “Amazing,” he gasped. “Absolutely amazing.”

“Would you do it again?”

Dan looked down at his bloated belly and then back at his plumper of a girlfriend, kneeling on the ground, looking flushed with arousal and stuffed to the gills with food and his come. “Sure,” he said happily. This would add some spice to their relationship, after all, and how much weight could the occasional big meal put on anyway?