Chapter 5

Nodding, he struggled to his feet, heaving his strained and tightly packed gut forward. Weak in the knees, she slowly manoeuvred him to her bedroom suite and onto to her huge king bed where he collapsed with a sigh, half sitting, half reclining onto a mountain of pillows. He was still near comatose from the immense quantity of incredibly fattening food she had gotten into him. With a grunt she lifted his legs off the floor and onto the bed. Gently she began stroking his smooth, warm skin. He was very strong. She could still feel his thick muscles through the fat she had been layering on him these past months. Bill sleepily smiled and groped for her, but she stayed just out of reach. When he gave up she kissed him and watched his arms fall to his sides and his hands pleasurably cupping the curved sides of his stomach.

His belly rose up in a smooth arc from his breastbone to his pubic area. There were no creases or folds...she had seen to that. He was almost perfectly round. Feeding him long and hard then letting him sleep unconfined, her glorious, carefully tailored food turning into beautiful soft, smooth fat. She loved him for letting her do this to him. Thinking about it made her warm and wet again. Stripping off her silk robe, she gently climbed between his knees and pushed his tree trunk sized legs apart. She smiled as his underbelly swelled toward her.

Leaning forward, probing and stroking his mass of flesh, she pressed her face into its warm expanse, her nose fitting neatly into his ever deepening belly button. She smelled the soap from their recent bathing. He was baby smooth, she had shaved him carefully in the shower...his skin was soft on her cheeks like a pink pillow. With both hands to the sides of his stomach, she slowly pressed inwards, and deliciously felt Bills warm fat enveloping her head. She could hear him still digesting his latest feeding.

He was becoming so wonderfully fat. How much fatter did she want him? She pondered...was it time to stop? How much bigger could he get? She turned her head slightly and saw only the huge curve of his underbelly. It filled her view entirely. She brought one hand close to her face and gently flicked his belly fat. She smiled at the little shock waves racing through it. Her fat, the fat she had put there. Bill softly moaned. She could feel him hardening under her. Taking him in her hand she squeezed lovingly and considered...Time to stop? No she smiled, I will make him fatter, much fatter.

The diet she had tailored for his system had made him stronger and more supple than he had ever been. She smiled at him. He was like a gourmet food - delicious, and you want to eat it quickly, but every bite must be savored to the full extent. She fondled his underbelly again and shuddered in delight at its softness. Even though he was stuffed tight as a drum, his fat still jiggled, jelly-like.

Bill sleepily gazed at her - well, what he could see of her over his mounded belly - with a slight smile on his face, a smile that caused his chubby cheeks to bulge even more. He leaned deep into the pillows, Rebecca clasping his belly and they fell asleep simultaneously.