chapter 6 get stuffed!

Jason watched for a couple of weeks, all he had to do was keep the food and the snack going. Sarah kept eating. Each week she put on a couple more pounds. She put the weight on all over. The top of her arms were bigger, she was developing little bingo wings, her bum was bigger and rounder, her hips were bigger. Her thighs rubbed together when she walked. Even her calves were meatier. Her breasts were bigger and rounder. He found that they were more sensitive in bed. He had not been a fan of her flat pancake boobs, he preferred a good handful. She had not reached that stage yet, but he loved to hold and suckle them, he could bring her to a climax just by playing with them, rolling her nipples between fingers and thumb and giving them a good suck.
Even when she was completely empty, Sarah's belly was round and soft and flabby. She was starting to develop side and back flab as well. Her chin and cheeks were chubbier. But he was not satisfied. He wanted to see how far he could push her. How far would he let him go before she objected? So far she'd said nothing to him about gaining weight. She had to have noticed. She had to have realised he was the one who was feeding her.
Sarah had noticed she was putting on weight. She had tried to cut down, but she couldn't stop herself reaching for those snacks or asking for seconds. She found exercise at work was becoming more difficult. She couldn't be bothered to waste time walking up and down stairs, running from office to office. She spent more time at her desk ringing the other offices up instead. She cut down on her site work because it was too much of an effort. Often she would only visit a site when she was ready for something to eat and she could get a snack in the car.
She couldn't go to the gym. Jason wanted her straight home after work and he would have her dinner on the table waiting for her. She considered going for a walk in the park at lunchtime, but that would cut down on the time she had to eat her lunch. There was still that prowler about as well. What if he started on victims during the day as well. She did not want to make herself vulnerable to attack. So she kept eating.
One Friday night she got in and found the candles were lit, the table was set, the soft music was playing. Jason said it was time they had a romantic dinner. They had been together for a year. He loved her and he wanted to show her how much.
He took her jacket and helped her to sit down, then brought out the first course. It was a pate with slices of toasted French bread and a salad. She spread the pate on the toast and took her first bite. It tasted rich and decadent. She could taste cranberries in there as well. She looked across at Jason and smiled. He poured her a glass of wine. He looked to be eating the same thing. How was it that he seemed to eat just as much as her, but never put on an ounce of weight. She resigned to watch him more closely. She needed to know his secret!
The pate was followed by salmon mousse, with pieces of smoked salmon in it. It was delicious, but was quickly followed by filet mignon, with lots of vegetables and gravy... And several glasses of wine. Then there was a dessert of chocolate cheesecake with a cherry topping and lots of cream. She was feeling quite light headed from the wine, but she was not light headed or full enough not to eat this! Oh it was the best part of the meal! Jason had surpassed himself! She quickly finished it. She saw him eating the same thing. It was divine. Would she like some more? Oh yes please! She did not care that she could feel her work skirt getting uncomfortably tight. What did it matter anyway if she gained weight when she had a loving husband who treated her so well. She never had to lift a finger in the house. Everything was done for her. Sometimes she felt like royalty when she put on the clothes he had laid out for her.
He placed another plate of the chocolate cheesecake in front of her. This one was twice the size with twice the amount of cream on it. Her eyed bulged at it all, but her hands ignored the pleas from her brain, picked up her spoon again and put it into her mouth. Oh this was so good! Jason poured her a large glass of fizzy orange to wash it down. The wine was not sweet enough to go with the cheesecake and he did not want to spoil the flavour. He watched her eat it eagerly, loving the taste of it. He knelt on the floor beside her, he pulled her chair around to face him. She could still reach the table, with her right hand. She could still keep eating. He put him arms around her middle, kissed her belly and loosened the button and zip at the back of her skirt to give her belly more room.
The second portion of cheesecake was gone in less than two minutes. She'd now eaten half the cake!
Jason had himself only eaten a tiny portion of the meal. He'd had a bit of salad, but no pate and no toast. He'd skipped the salmon, but put a plate down on the table. Sarah's imagination had filled in the rest. He'd eaten a small piece of the steak and a few vegetables, but left out the potatoes and had only a little bit of gravy. There was no way he was eating this rich cheesecake! But he could enjoy watching Sarah eat it.
He offered her more and she accepted more. He put the remaining half a cheesecake into a bowl and poured over what he had left of the double cream.
She started eating her thirds, but started to slow down after only a few mouthfuls. He could let her rest and then let her finish, but he didn't want to give her the time to make more room. He picked up her spoon and loaded it up, then pushed it towards her mouth. She flinched and turned her head. Now she had chocolate cherry sauce on her chin. "Eat!" He told her.
She opened up her mouth and accepted the food. Jason was not going to accept any excuses. She was eating the whole lot, right here and now! Just as well she didn't have any excuses. She wanted more. She wanted to finish it all, but her stomach was telling her she'd had enough. Another part of her brain told her it was madness to continue eating. Yet she kept opening her mouth, chewing and swallowing.
The sugar rush was hitting her. Oh it felt good! She rolled her eyes in pleasure. This was as good as sex!
She hardly noticed when the cheesecake had finished, she had her eyes closed and was in a state of ecxtasy and pleasure. Jason rubbed her tight, overstretched belly. She had done well, better than expected for her first stuffing. Now he was going to take her pleasure to another level. He helped her off the chair and walked with her to the bedroom. He took off her clothes and admired the huge dome that stood proud of her body. It looked like there could be a baby in there, but he knew it was all full of food. He lay her down on the bed. She groaned at the discomfort of her giant belly pressing down on her. He took off his own clothes and lay beside her. He started kissing and massaging her overful belly. She moaned in pleasure. He used one hand on her belly and another on one of her breasts. She raised her hips off the bed and moaned again, but he was too early to stop.
He climbed on top of her, careful not to put too much pressure on her belly. He found it difficult to reach her tits from this position, so he kept massaging her belly as he inserted his swollen member into her moist cavity.
He started gently, he meant this experience to be slow and easy, but his passion was aroused. He could not stop himself. He thrust into her, pounded into her. Her swollen belly was so full it barely jiggled despite the force he put into his moves. The effort brought beads of sweat to the trathlete's brow that dripped on her cleavage. He thrust on. Harder, harder. More, more...
Then it was over. His seed was inside her. He was completely spent, but was careful not to collapse on top of her. He lay sweaty and breathless. She was in a state of pleasurable oblivion.