The Talk

Chapter 1

“Listen, Buster. We need to talk.”

Anytime I heard those words, I knew that I was in for an earful. Unlike other times, however, this time I knew exactly what it was that Kathy wanted to say to me.

“It’s about this, Buster,” she said as she stood over me, poking me gently in my huge belly as I sat sprawled out comfortably on the sofa. I had been stuffing my face all day long, as I typically like to do on weekends. “This belly of yours, Buster: it’s out of control.”

I looked at her for a moment before turning my attention back to the big slice of pizza I was holding, stuffing it in my mouth and biting off a big cheesy hunk.

“Honey,” she said, “put the pizza down for a minute. I need to talk to you.”

Instead of relinquishing the slice, I simply stuffed the entire thing in my mouth and swallowed it whole. My cheeks were puffed out like those of a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter. I was covered head to toe in crumbs and red sauce; I felt like a pig in slop.

“I need you to stop eating for like five minutes, honey. Just try and focus.” She cleared the balled-up wrappers, pizza boxes and emptied soda cans from the small space next to me on the sofa, sweeping everything onto the floor with her forearm, then she plopped her big butt down next to mine. Then she reached over and began to lovingly caress my massive mound of flesh, spilling out over the waistband of my sweatpants, my bare and hairy flesh exposed to the open air.

“Buster, you know that I’ve always liked you with a bit of extra weight on you. I’ve always thought that you looked so adorable with your round little paunch sticking out, your chubby cheeks and your plump little butt.” I could barely hear her over the sound of my own breathing. My breath had become so labored ever since my weight exceeded five hundred pounds. “And I absolutely love to watch you eat,” Kathy continued. “You have such a big appetite, and I love helping you satisfy it—or at least try to.”

The bigger I got, the hungrier I seemed to be. I could polish off a massive meal that Kathy would make for me, and minutes after finishing I’d be ready to eat again. There were days when I would be eating something every second of every minute, and still never really feel full. My appetite was completely out of control, and there was absolutely no hiding it.

“You’re such a hungry piggy,” Kathy said to me, her hand gliding gracefully over the full and rounded contours of my swollen abdomen. “I love to feed you, and I love to fill up this big tank of a belly.”

She drummed her fingers playfully on top of my gut, sending out a resonant thump sound. The gallons upon gallons of partially digested sludge coursing through my digestive system began to slosh around inside of me, making a loud gurgling sound. Even though I had been stuffing myself all day, I was ready for more, and I was counting down the minutes until this little moment Kathy and I were having was over, so I could pack away even more food.

“You’ve just been such a fat pig lately, Buster.” Her tone sounded flippant, but by the look in her eyes I could see that she was being completely serious. “It’s like all you do is stuff your face, and you never make time for the two of us to do anything anymore.”

She wasn't wrong. When Kathy and I had first met nearly ten years earlier, we went out all the time. Neither one of us had ever been exactly what you might call “in shape,” but we both had a lot more energy back then. We’d go out to dinner, then we’d go dancing before coming home and making love like a couple of springtime jackrabbits. It was a lot of fun, but over time we became more and more sedentary and set in our ways; it had been months since we had made time for just the two of us—and I couldn’t even remember the last time we’d had sex.

“I know you work hard at the bakery all week long,” she said with a sympathetic tone, “and I know that all you want to do when you come home is kick back, pig out and relax.”

Indeed, I did work at a bakery. I spent all day every day surrounded by decadent sweets of every kind. Naturally, I had to sample at least one or two of every cookie, cupcake or pastry that I made. I was checking for quality, of course, but if I were to be completely honest, it’s also because I’m fat and greedy and I love to cram delicious foods down my throat at every opportunity. Between my job and dating Kathy, a woman who never missed an opportunity to feed me herself, I had gained nearly three hundred pounds in just the last few years.

My added weight was making it hard for me to move around or to fit into my clothes, but it really didn’t do anything to hurt my career as a baker and a pastry chef. If anything, it helped me to gain a more positive reputation with my customers.

You know what they say: never trust a skinny chef. I was fast becoming the fattest chef to ever squeeze a pastry bag.

“Your belly is just getting so huge now, Buster. It’s like it’s completely taking over the rest of your body.” Her tone once again sounded very serious and concerned. I knew that everything she was saying was coming from a good place, hard though it may have been to hear. At that moment, I was more concerned with how much longer I’d have to listen to her before I could resume my repast.

“When I look at you,” she continued, “it’s like all I can see now is this big lard-ball you have hanging out in front of you. It sticks out so far and wide—when is the last time you saw your own feet, Buster? Or more importantly: when is the last time you even saw your junk?”

Ouch. That hurt. Again, she wasn’t wrong. My belly had indeed gotten so large that I couldn’t really see any other of my features beyond its grand expanse. The only shoes I could wear were any pair that I could easily slip on and off without being able to see them, and of course, I hadn’t seen my own penis in years. Even looking in a mirror, it was hard to spot beneath my gigantic hanging pannus and the layers upon layers of soft fat rolls that enveloped my entire crotch.

I would still masturbate sometimes, if I could muster up the energy to do so, but it would always take me a while to fish around blindly for my cock before I could actually do anything with it.

“I know it’s been ages since I’ve seen it,” Kathy complained, “and I really want to see it.”

This certainly got my attention. Hearing her say this was something of a revelation to me. While Kathy is a rather hefty woman herself, with stacked curves and a massive backside that she drags around like a caboose, she is a very attractive woman who gets lots of attention from other men. I guess I figured after some time of us not being intimate, that she was fine with the way things were, and that she had found ways of satisfying her needs elsewhere.

Could I have been wrong?

“Buster,” she said, reaching out and pulling my face toward hers, her fingers curling under my soft double-chin, “I still love you, and I still want us to have a healthy love life together—even if neither one of us is exactly what you might call healthy.”

I could feel something stirring inside of me, something I hadn’t felt in quite a long time. My heart started pounding like a drum, and I could feel my blood rushing through my cholesterol-clogged veins. My already labored breathing was getting heavier and more ragged as my pulse quickened and my mouth began to salivate.

I was still hungry—but now I was getting hungry for something besides pizza.

“Don’t you still love me, Buster?” she asked, her eyes glistening in the dim light of the living room.

“Of course I do,” I answered. It was true—I really did love Kathy, more than anything or anyone else in the world.

“Don’t you want to make love to me?” she asked then as she leaned over towards me, her large breasts pressing up against the softness of my fat body. “Don’t you want me, baby?”

Maybe I hadn’t seen my penis in some time, but at that moment, I could certainly feel it. Blood began rushing toward my groin, causing me to go erect, the shaft of my rock-solid cock rubbing against the softness of its surroundings. She was totally turning me on—and she knew it too.

“I guess—” I stopped myself before completing my thought, afraid of what I might say, or how it might sound.

“What, honey?” Kathy cooed softly in my ear as she drew herself nearer to me, like a comet being drawn to my heavenly body’s gravity. Her lips grazed my earlobe as she kissed me softly, her warm breath blasting down the side of my thick neck rolls. Her nails gently danced across the taut skin of my overfed belly. “You can tell me—what is it, baby?”

“Well,” I started again awkwardly, “I guess I figured, that once I was over five hundred pounds, that maybe I was just too fat for you, and you weren’t really interested in having sex with me anymore.”

A look of shock fell over her face, as if I had insulted her integrity somehow. I began to regret my words immediately, but in an instant, her look of indignant disdain quickly mellowed into one of kindness and understanding. “Oh, baby,” she said, “you should know me better than that by now.”

With one arm behind my meaty neck, her other hand now explored the vastness of my tummy, her fingers grazing through the tight row of hairs that created a straight line down to my navel. She planted more warm kisses on the sides of my face and my neck, her tongue winding around like a corkscrew as she gently lapped at the bits of pizza crumbs still all over me.

“I love you, Buster,” she whispered, “and I love this big, fat body of yours. This huge belly is so big and so round—you’re absolutely perfect for me.”

Getting up from the sofa, she quickly peeled off her skin-tight leggings and her crop-top. Once she was completely nude, she straddled my massive gut, pulling my lips toward her to give me a deep and passionate kiss on the lips. I could feel her long, serpentine tongue dancing around inside of my mouth, as droplets of pizza-infused drool trickled from the corners of my lips. Her large breasts bounced around on top of me, jiggling about like a couple of glycerine-filled water balloons.

“I just want you so bad, Buster,” she moaned as she ground herself against me, the dampness from her vagina feeling warm and wet against my fat, hairy belly. “You’ll never be too fat for me—you’re my big, hairy beast; the fatter you get, the more I want you!”

Wrapping her arms around the back of my neck, she pulled herself upward so that her tits were right in my face. Latching onto her nipples with my lips, I sucked on her breasts like a newborn child hungry for his mother’s milk. My hands found their way to her giant, round ass, clutching her soft and meaty cheeks as if they were a big wad of dough, ready to be kneaded.

“Oh, baby!” I could hear her gasping into my ear. “Grab that fat ass! Suck those big titties!”

For a moment, I closed my eyes, and I felt the way that I did when I was more than two hundred pounds lighter; I felt alive, and I felt like I could do anything. All of the tension from work and from the troubles of life had disappeared, and I felt completely at peace—I felt like myself again.

“Are you hungry, fat-boy?” Kathy said as she pulled away from me. I just nodded my head and drooled like an obedient puppy, starving for another biscuit. “I’ve got a ripe, juicy peach for you, baby.”

With a surprising nimbleness for someone of her size, she managed to balance herself on top of my tummy as she turned herself around, putting her fat ass and her sopping wet pussy right in my face. Without hesitation, I dug in with my tongue, slurping down her womanly juices as if it were a sweet ambrosia. My lips found their way to her throbbing clitoris, and I began to suck on that with the same eagerness as I did her nipples.

“Oh, God!” I heard her cry out. “That’s so good, baby! I knew you still had it in you!”

Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around the circumference of my girth, I could feel Kathy hanging on for dear life as my gigantic fat sack bounced all around like a bouncy-house, all the while I was steadily eating her out, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Yes, baby!” she cried out. “Just like that! Don’t stop!”

Moments later, I felt a gush of warm liquid splashing all over my face, followed by a siren-like shriek from the depths of Kathy’s chest. “Oh yes!” I heard her call out, letting me know in no uncertain terms that she had definitely climaxed—and it was a good one.

After slumping down and laying on top of me for a moment while she caught her breath, Kathy managed to get up fairly quickly. “I’ve got something for you, big boy!” she said to me seductively, once again poking me in my belly. She then left the room, and returned quickly with a carrot cake that she had retrieved from the kitchen.

“Open up, fatso!” she commanded. “I’m going to give you a stuffing you’ll never forget.”

Settling into the tight space between my left side and the arm of the sofa, Kathy set the cake down on the sofa’s back while she started shoving large slices of cake into my mouth. Of course, I swallowed each one eagerly, as if I hadn’t been stuffing my face all day long.

“Such a greedy piggy,” she teased, stuffing slice after slice down my throat. “Oink like a fat piggy for me—show me what a big, fat piggy you are!”

“Oink! Oink!” I grunted loudly, bits of crumbs and icing splattering forward from my messy lips.

“Come on, fatso!” Kathy chided. “You can do better than that! Show me what a morbidly obese, food-addicted piggy you are!”

“Oink! Oink! OINK!!!”

While she continued stuffing me full of cake, I could feel her fishing around under my gigantic food-sack of a belly with her left hand, diligently plowing her way through the tightly packed space between my oversized gut and my thick and pillowy thighs—until, finally, she found it.

“There it is,” she cooed seductively as she moved in closer to me, her giant jugs pressing up against my fat and bloated body. I could then feel her begin to stroke my manhood vigorously, as a wave of endorphins started flowing through my bloodstream. My eyes closed and my mouth fell wide open, my tongue drooping out over my lower lip as a stream of drool came spilling out onto my man-boobs.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Kathy’s voice was low and breathy as she spoke into my ear. I couldn’t respond with anything more than an animalistic grunt. As my mouth still hung wide open, Kathy took the opportunity to cram yet another fat slice of cake into it.

“Oh, Buster,” she whimpered girlishly, her white-hot breath searing the side of my face, “you’re so big and fat! You’re getting so big and fat for me. I just love it—but I want you bigger! I want you fatter!”

“Oink! OINK!!” I grunted again. I could feel the pressure beginning to roil up within me, and I knew that I could erupt at any moment.

“I want this belly to get as big and round as it can possibly get,” she continued. “I’m just going to feed you and feed you, more and more. I’m going to stuff you until the food is piled up to the top of your throat, and I won’t stop there. Just when you think you’re too full to eat another bite, I’m going to stuff you even more, making your belly just keep on growing, keep on expanding!”

My tip was tingling with anticipation, and I knew that I was going to climax at any moment. Kathy was just getting me so turned on; as much as I already loved being fat, knowing how hot it made her made it all that much more pleasurable for me.

“You’re my big fatso,” she said, her tongue now hanging out of her mouth as she panted heavily, a steady geyser of spittle splashing all over me. “I want you to be a big, fat hog—just for me, baby!”

“Ugghh—just for you, baby!” I grunted as I drew closer to finishing.

“Just for me, baby?” she repeated.

“You and nobody else,” I replied through my breathlessness, bits of cake spurting from my gaping maw. “I’ll be your fat pig for life, baby!”

“You promise, baby?”

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna get—uuurp!—so big and fat—just for you!”

“Oooh yeah, baby! You’re so huge! You’re so big and fat… I can’t stand it! Just look at this big fat belly of yours. It’s so damned sexy! I just want to watch you get bigger and bigger…”

“Oh yeah!”

“...and bigger!”

“Uuungh!”

“...and bigger!”

“BUUUURP!!”

“...and bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and…”

That’s when it happened.

I came harder than I had ever come in my life, shooting out enough white-hot liquid to extinguish a five-alarm fire. Of course, I couldn’t see any of this, as my humongous belly was in the way, completely obscuring any view of my own crotch. I could feel it though, the power of the blast, the intensity of the orgasm. I could hear the splattering sound as my fluids landed on the floor below me, and I could feel the warmth of errant residue splashing against the underside of my fat gut.

When finally every last bit of my seed had been evacuated, I lay motionless and breathless, panting desperately for air. Looking up, I watched as the love of my life pulled her hand out from under my huge fat sack. It was completely covered with my white, sticky liquid, and I saw her as she let her tongue glide up and down the length of her hand, licking it off of her hand and getting it all over her face.

“You’re so nasty,” I teased through my labored breath, chuckling lightly as my head still spun with orgasmic ecstasy.

“And you’re a big, fat slob,” Kathy shot back as she licked the tips of her fingers, “but you’re my big, fat slob… and I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, baby… BUUUURP!”



For a moment, Kathy lay slumped on top of me as we both tried to regain some composure. We sat in silence, all the while she stroked and caressed my belly. Finally, breaking the silence, I turned to Kathy and said, “I’m glad we had this talk.”

Kathy burst out with a hearty laugh, the one that had made me fall in love with her in the first place. “Me too, baby,” she said to me tenderly, as her fingers dug into my soft and malleable flesh. “Me too.”