Chapter 3

She settled into her chair, and he couldn’t help noticing that she shifted her mounds of fat unself-consciously, taking her time getting comfortable. He pulled over a chair from the dining table and sat beside her, the boxes in his lap. Taking out another cannoli, he brought it to her lips as she closed her eyes and looked for all the world as if she were preparing for a kiss. Her mouth opened, awaiting the cannoli, her breath short, her hands again on her lower belly. He watched her with such desire, even she would have seen had her eyes been open. As the cannoli touched her lips, they both drew breath quickly, so excited by the moment were they.

In this way, completely silently, he fed her the rest of the cannoli, and then opened the box with the cake. Not wanting to disrupt the mood or the moment, he broke off a piece of the cake with his hand and fed it to her. When the unfamiliar texture touched her lips, her eyes opened, and he just touched her cheek and said ‘Shhhh…’ so she leaned back, closing her eyes again, and he fed her the entire 10” cake, her hands constantly playing with her rolls of fat flesh, and her moans of pleasure pulling his need to the surface.

Neither of them could stop, so he fed her the sandwiches, slowly, bite by bite, until her belly was swollen beyond anything either could have imagined in their fantasies. She was panting, aching, sweating, her belly hard and tight. But she had eaten past the point of pain and couldn’t stop now. He found a fork on the table from breakfast, and began feeding her the tiramisu, wishing he’d brought a much bigger portion…

By the time she finished the tiramisu, the sun was pouring in through the window, and it occurred to Tony to look at his watch. ‘Oh, my God!’ he thought, ‘it’s after four!’ then he paused and looked over at her, completely dazed and stuffed, and thought ‘To hell with it, I’m not going back today…I’m staying here and seeing what comes of this.’

He pulled his chair closer to her and began to massage her gargantuan abdomen. She moaned and opened her eyes a bit, but closed them again and put a hand on his briefly. It slipped off again, as if any motion or effort were impossible, and his body strummed with response. He had dreamed of this moment so often, feeding her into oblivion, and then massaging her, tending her, gentling her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek tenderly, losing one hand in the mass of curls that was her hair. He brushed his lips against hers, and she opened her mouth to him hungrily.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, but no one had any sense of the passage of time. Anthony slowly began to kiss her chins, licking and nibbling, and slowly she began to return to consciousness, but the air itself was heavy with desire and a sense of time out of time. Lifting her arms as if they weighed a ton, she reached out to him to help her up. After several attempts, they got her up, and again he kissed her, even through her panting. Looking behind her, she considered the stairs to the bedroom, realizing there was no chance she would make it all the way up. She allowed herself to be distracted by his kisses momentarily, but then whispered in his ear ‘Please pull out the couch? Please? I can’t stand much longer…’