Chapter 3

The maids come closer, one holding the funnel in place, the others place their palms over your massive gut and begin to knead. The pain is excruciating and you know more is on the way. Your mistress opens the jug and slowly pours the thick weight gain shake down your gullet. The force feeding coupled with the growing pressure from the enema and the squeezing hands at your midriff are all but unbearable. Never have you been this full. Never have you felt this amount of food compressed within your unbelievably fat belly. Soon you will be immobile. Spherical. Helpless. But your mistress pushes you to even greater heights of gluttony.

"C'mon, sweetie, isn't it delicious? This'll fatten you up good. Drink it all now and don't forget to gulp down your enema as well! Eat! Eat!! EAT!!"

The girls are taken by lust and join in the fun, their only concern seeing you suffer and swell.

"MORE, FATTY, MORE!!"

"SUCK IT DOWN!! KEEP GOING!!"

"IF YOU DON'T FINISH, WE'LL JUST REFILL THE ENEMA BAG!!"

"YOU LOOK SO HAPPY, PIGGY!! DON'T EVER STOP EATING!!"

"EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!! EAT!!"

And finally the jug is tipped on its end, empty, drops of the shake dribbling down your chin. It just so happens that the enema bag as well has shunted the last of its contents into you. Your world is pain. To move is agony. And so you lie there gasping for breath, unable to inhale deeply due to the terrible tightness. Your mistress looks down on you, her anger forgotten, in its place a warm smile radiating pride. All of them in fact whoop and holler, having accomplished their goal. They kiss you, praise you, hug you, gently rub your belly. Your mistress allows this. She knows they love you almost as much as she does. But only she can take it further. She struts around to stand in front of your belly and begins to kneel. She takes your aching manhood into her mouth and wraps her velvet tongue around you, sucking you off with as much gusto as you yourself showed earlier. The pain is distracting of course, but just the thought that your mistress is no longer upset with you fills you with a pleasure that rivals the sensation from your cock. She grips the tube in your asshole and vigorously begins to tug and push back and forth: the final straw. This pleasure is unlike anything you have ever known and you erupt. Shooting off into her still-sucking mouth. She makes no move to pull away and simply continues in her work. At last, when you are finally spent she releases you, stands and lays her hand once again on your belly, stroking it.

The maids all sigh, frustrated, unable to show you just how wonderful and sexy they think you really are. Your mistress is not unaware. "Cheer up, girls. Maybe one day. If he's really good, that is." They all look to you, silently demanding that you be on your best behavior from now on. They then clear away the carts and depart from the room, leaving you alone with your goddess. She hugs you from behind and cradles your head in her chest. "You make me so happy, sweetie. I love how you guzzle food down for me. Having said that though, we're going to grow this beautiful belly of yours quite a bit still. We'll be leaving the enema inside you so you can absorb it properly as well as let it stretch you out." She lays you down. "Okay, baby, time for bed. You've got a lot of food to sleep off." But despite her words she picks up the harness and affixes it to your face, forcing the tube into your mouth. As room frees up within your stomach, the tank will pump simple sugars into you as you rest, continuing your endless feast.

And right before she pulls the heavy door shut, locking you away for the duration, she glances back and grins, "By the way, I had a lot of fun playing with your butt today and I know you did too. So I think we'll make that a regular thing as well." She winks, blows you a kiss and the door slams shut with a deafening clang.

This is your life. A ball of fat growing ever fatter. And you love it.