God.you Are so Fucking Fat.

Chapter 1 - God,you're so fucking fat.

God,you are so fucking fat.

I have never seen anyone be such a hog.A greedy,dirty,sloppy bloated hog.

You just keep getting bigger,huh ?

And I love every single second of it.

You used to be so skinny.Hell, I remember when you couldn't even finish a burger alone.

You were the typical basic scrawny guy ,and not only did it show in on your frame,but it did in your maners,and your style.

You were so measly and shy,so polite.

Never taking any space ,never wanting to bother. So remarkably un confident.

Now,you take all the space.You dont care.You've grown so far, I've changed you so much that is version of you isnt even a remnant of the past to you anymore.I dont think you even remember yourself.

How could you ?

You're too busy eating your meal.



I remember our first meal togheter.

You were so excited for our first date.You brought flowers,and put on your sunday best.Anything for the pretty girl.

I mean, you were right to be excited,because why would someone like me choose someone like you ?

Everybody wondered about that at school.

You were the classic teenage white boy,not really popular and still uncertain about your future.Last year of high school and still no school or job applications.

I was ,still am,the hottest girl at school.Tight ass,fat boobs,no waist and big brains. Everybody wanted me with the jocks.

Ugh.

I could get a lazy ,useless beer bellied husband much faster by marrying you than them.





"-I have such big plans for us."

I remember telling you that,at the end of our buffet date.The first one.

You were sweating,and flushed,both from all your distracted stress eating and the distraction in question,my cleavage.

Your small ,almost flat but rock hard from that stuffing stomach didn't even look distended,but it showed that by the end of the night,you had swallowed more than half of a small hamburger,and a dozen of fries.No soda,just a glass of water.

Why choose you then ?

You were no eating machine,or potential fat boy,and certainly not lazy.

It's simple.

You were gonna be so easy to break,just because you lacked that much confidence.

I wasnt wrong.

You folded almost instantly when I asked you to come with me at my place,a small studio which my parents rented out for me to be more independant.

I'm not gonna complain,it allowed me to turn you into the slob you are today.

I could tell your tummy hurt,you looked in pain,and kept wincing when I touched it.

I wasnt direct about my attraction for it.You would've been,rightfully so, scared.

I chose the other way.

-Do you wanna come by my place,after all this?

You choked on your own saliva,red as a beet.

Stuttering,you answered something of a "yes" and grabbed the check to pay.In the car, you just kept clutching your small food baby (almost non-existent ,at the time) altough I was catching you stealing glances at me and my tits,and judjing by the bulge in your pants ,you werent all that indifferent.

After we parked,and walked to my apartment, I practically pounced on you.You were so surprised you almost came instantly.Between my nipples in your mouth and your dick in mine, after coming as soon as I took you in,you were hooked.

Poor baby virgin.

So pathetic,and you were small too.

We kept seeing each others,and I made sure all of our dates involved food,making sure you were too distracted, stressed,horny or both to think straight.

Our second date happened right after school,at the cafetaria.I chose for the both of us,two donuts and a large slice of chocolate cake,obviously not planning on eating any of it.

You took one in your mouth, chewed slowly, and I praised you.

"Good job ,baby boy".

I dont know if you were affection deprived or just THAT down bad,but this combined to my hand on your torso instantly sprang a boner and seemed to make you really , really focused on eating (well,on anything else than me,to make it go away,and food was always the first thing on front of you).

I made sure to rub my hand along your inner tight as you finished the first donut and whispered in your ear :"I love myself a man who can eat."

You got red and started to breathe slower after the second donut,but I just kept going.

"I bet you a handjob you cant finish that cake".

I cupped your boner in my hand ,feeling it pulse as I watched you swallow painfully.

Your stomach still didn't show more than a few measly inches,but I could tell you were hurting,and,at home, when my hand wrapped around your shaft ,you came so fast I just had to pleasure you again,for "being such a good boy".

That started a little ritual we did every afternoon ,and soon ,you werent bloating or coming nearly as fast as you used to.

A month later,you were still shy and skinny,but you absolutely demoslished the burger at our first date's place.

I couldn't have been prouder.



2

It had been two months and a half ever since I had started pavloving you into my dream husband,and the results were already showing.

Our afternoon dates started to ressemble full blown meals,composed of four donuts,two slices of cake and a soda can,and eating at the restaurant, altough you now picked a larger serving ,didn't leave you stuffed anymore.

You were starting to plump up,propulsing you into the popular boys category since you werent so sickly skinny looking anymore.You looked good.

I wanted more,and I would have to act fast if I wanted it.

I just couldn't lose you ,lose all my progress with you and your body,to another girl.

I started buying junk food and ordering food for you when you came over.

Then one day,you were offered a spot in the football team .You looked more filled in,hunkier ,and you were tall,so it figured.

That changed everything.You werent just eating from distraction or for more praises,you did it for the "bulk". Suddenly, I was helping you with your mass gain,and meal prepping for you.

I would be lying if I said I didn't add extra butter in your food,or tampered with your muscles exercices by initiating sexy time nearly all the time. It didn't help that you were now getting invited to parties,and getting drunk on beer.

That was my favorite, because it was the first time I actually saw your belly blimping up like a litterall keg.You looked slightly chubby for the first time ever and the sex that came after was simply amazing.

I think that period really propulsed your gain.

Were were partying every friday and you were always stuffed,from the school to my place to my bed to the parties and fast food drives in my car I so conveniently suggested each cheat day.

Hell,I even had you eating in class.

You were so wrapped around my finger that you caught me off guard the first time you didn't want more servings.

"-I'm stuffed baby,I can't eat anymore."

It was true .You had an actual food baby,and had already had five portions of that mac and cheese.

I started crying,surprising even myself by this manipulative outburst,complaining that I had put so much effort into it,in getting the macros right so youd get all the calories and proteins to become a big boy,and that all my efforts were wasted by your ungrateful self.

I'm talking full blown dramatic moment,where I lamented for a good fifteen minutes until you picked up the fork again and opened your mouth.

If only you had know that the only effort I had put into this premade mac and cheese was the extra grease,cream,oil and butter to make sure you really got addicted to food.

I started guilting you more often seeing how well it had worked the first time,and at first it didn't seem like you had changed anything,but after a while I noticed the dissapearing junk food and the hidden wrappers.

You were stress eating !

I alternated between using the guilt and horny-ness of your teenager self so well that you actually got chubby , without the muscles needed for the football,and essentially failed to enter the team .

I was waiting for you arms open in sexy lingerie next to a heaping pile of hot ,greasy sugary fattening foods ,and that night, I fucked your brains out so well you didn't even notice you had your own football sized,solid ball of a gut,fat,red and taught like a drum.

I pretended not to know you had been rejected,and you felt too ashamed to tell me to stop with the meal prepping.

I practically forced you to be stuffed to brim all the time by that point,and it was starting to show, because,while you still weren't fat,you were hunky, leaning into the chubby territory,and had a decent,but very round and solid,gut.

You still managed to hide it under your shirts ,but after a nice meal,which ,to my knowledge,you were always having,I could distinguish a little bulge under them.

A normal day for you ,when you slept at my place (that was basically all the time),usually went on according to the same schedule that I had oh so well crafted.

I would wake you up by rubbing your torso and your still slightly bloated stomach from the feast before with your dick in my mouth,and suck you very diligently for about ten-ish minutes before stopping without letting you come as soon as you dropped pre-cum ,and saying that you were probably very hungry "since you were such a sporty guy".

Ha.It was so easy,you never denied it.Why would you?

Then,I'd lead you downstairs ,coercing you with sloppy kisses ,and place a heaping pile of food in front of you for breakfast.

It usually consisted of a tall glass of juice and a big protein shake (which ,really,was just the thickest possible cake shake filled to the brim with weight gain powder,heavy cream,melted butter and sugary lard) that I would watch you drink oh so diligently.

You were more submissive and bratty .

Then,I'd rub your "muscular" back ,and watch you dig in the real breakfast.

You might have started not being able to finish a burger,but now,you easily downed five buttery pancackes covered in sticky syrup (that I always mixed with corn syrup so it'd be extra sugary),three full of lard hashbrowns and fried eggs with five greasy sausages and a whole plate of bacon and it's fat,complete with a few pastries that I sometimes had to pressure you into eating,but not as much anymore.

By that point,your gut would be a solid ball of flesh,and you would painfully burp out of your sticky,syrupy crumb coverd mouth as you rubbed it in slow circles.

I would sit on your lap and press my tits on your face as you got increasingly aroused again.

After all,I had started the morning by sucking you ,remember ?

The tip of your small cock would rub on your fat gut without you really noticing,so I'd press it a little with m'y right hand.

Wincing in pain,you would ask me to relieve you,and I would pretend to at first,rubbing along your shaft nice and slow,waiting for the oven's alarm to ring.It would beep and I would play dumb,getting up and pretending that I had forgotten a dish in it.

Always brownies.

Unknowingly,you loved those edibles,and without skipping a beat I'd place the "normal" brownies in front of you.

The under of your gut was covered in pre-cum as your tip rubbed on it,and you would moan as you got a scent of the gooey brownies.

You didn't know they had pot in it,but your stomach sure remembered ,and it would gurgle hungryly despite it's engorged state.

You were too painfully stuffed and horny to care anyways.

I would get back to my position,rub you a few times then stop,and ask you if you didn't want to eat my cooking.You would try to protest,saying you were full,but I'd tell you that ,if you ate my brownies,that I had made just for my growing ,athletic boy, I would be so proud I might ride your big,broad cock that filled me so well .

So,you'd moan,take a slice and bite down it.

I would stroke you,and wait for you to eat another.

There were always 20 slices,so just 19 fat greasy chocolate filled bombs to go .

We'd repeat that for as long as you took,and by time you were done, I'd have a hard time touching your pathetic little cock without making you moan in pain from any pressure applyied to your red,solid as a brick gut,and preventing you to cum at the same time.

We would have sex right after,you red as a beet and laying on you back ,me riding you ,on top,and grabbing you by the ball of lard that didn't even jiggle because you were just that bloated.

You looked pregnant,or like you had swallowed two soccer balls.

I had managed to make you drop out of school,fearing remarks from your new friends about your weight,so I would wait until you fell into a food coma to masturbate ,come,and hop into online class (it was easier to manipulate you from home than to study in class).

I would wake you up around an hour and a half later,just the same,with your cock in my mouth,and handfeed you two whole pies for a snack,swallow your load,then, I'd turn on a game,tell you that I'd let you work out ,and get out of the bedroom.

You would just fall asleep again.

Of course, I played dumb.I needed you to believe that I believed you were still on the team.

After that came lunch,just as fattening and filling as the rest of your many meals.I'd always wait one to two hours to give yout stomach time to digest,then stimulate your aching cock and stomach stimultinaously,until,by the time afternoon came and you had eaten enough food for a family of four in the span of six hours ,your dick got buried under your gut.

It obcenely slipped out of your beyond stretched shirt,shiny with cum,sweat and grease.

Every day,I noticed new ,angry ,red strechmarks on it.

Every day you ate a little more,drank just a few more liters of soda.

Until,one day,when I placed the breakfast's plate in front of you,your cock got up on it's own.

I didn't need to touch it again.

It just knew.

It knew,that,if you were a good boy,a good pig,then I'd reward it.

That day,after fucking your brains out , I didn't wake you up for a snack.

I wanted to see what you'd do.

God.

You called me from the bedroom early,your small dick flaccid under a not so stretched our stomach.A stomach that was covered in cum.

Had you ejaculated in your sleep ?

You asked me when would dinner be ,and I pointed the kitchen's chair,before feeling your body, only to notice you actually werent stuffed at all.

You were just fat.So fucking fat I had thought you were bloated that same morning,which,I mean,you were,but not as much as usual.

Maybe you had finally become addicted to eating ? Was that why you came ? Because you were hungry,and your brain told you that meant getting lucky ?

I gave you a beer,and watched you chug it,then request another one,and another one,and another and another,until you burped,rubbed your stomach,that jiggled under your touch,and asked for dinner again.

I placed an entire dish of lasagna in front of you,and just stood there watching you demolish what was meant to be 20 portions.

You burped again,and , without skipping a minute,asked for the rest.

The rest ? I hadnt planned for the rest.That was all.

-Baby,it's over.You ate the whole lot .

You moaned,and frowned,then pouted.

-But..But I'm hungry.I want food.

You started crying.

-Please,mommy, I want food , I'm hungry.

Wow.Maybe the pot and alchool werent such a good mix after all.

I tood a cheese cake,a gallon of heavy cream,and four sticks of butter then mixed it all togheter with five scoops of weight gain powder.

I gave you the blender ,and to my surprise, without being disgusted,or weirded out,you actually just started chugging,then stopped,stood up dificultly because of your huge belly,and ,standing up next to the counters,opened up a bottle of corn syrup and started swallowing that, then going back to the shake,alternating between the two insanely fattening liquids until you finally swallowed the last drop and belched loudly.

Your gut was so big,streching out far and over the countertop.It pooled there ,on the cold surface,hard as rock yet still soft from the insane amount of fat padded there.

You burped again,holding your belly tightly ,and , clutching it with one hand ,tried to reach under it to grab your cock.You failed miserably,so you started crying softly again like the spoiled brat you were , asking me to relieve you.

"Please ,mommy,please, I'm still so hungry ,and I cant reach, please,help me"

I made you sit down and gave you a pint of microwaved ice cream, which you quickly made the most of,then grabbed the only fattening thing left in the frigde and handed it to you after a few tweaks.

You grabbed the pumpking pie wrapped butter sticks with both hands and started sloppily inhalating it.

I watched,in awe,as your gut stuck out almost a meter in front of you,covering your lap,and hanging down between your legs.It almost was touching the ground.

Without thinking,I grabbed two three liters coke bottles and forced you to open your mouth, watching you gulp and chug down the fizzy liquid. You burped again,threw the bottle on the ground and cried out

"Please,I cant reach,please,please mommy".

Your engorged moobs rested on top of your now crop top looking shirt and their nipples pressed and rubbed on the textile, hard and round too.

I slapped your fat gut and grabbed your now hidden dick in my hand,jerking it in a swift motion.I watched your expression relax and gave you the other bottle, pressing my other hand on the front of yout ball of a gut to feel it expanding.

It was as taut as a drum and so sticky,and it suddenly dropped to the ground,making you gasp in pain and try to retrieve it ,to no avail.

I sat down on it, watching you whrite in pain and pleasure as our combined weights pressured your cock and balls .You took my boob in your mouth and started sucking it and swallowing the milk coming out of them ,your own gut expanding again and making you repeatidly come .You were sucking like a toddler with their mother

s breast and moaning in pain and pleasure until I finally came and put a finger in your belly button,rubbing along your navel's walls and your tits .



Mhmm.

You are so tight.



You gasp,hiccuping from surprise ,the pain and pleasure overwhelming you.



Then,you ask me :

- More ?



God.



You're so fucking fat