Chapter 3 - more

So much for the first commandment. Reflecting on their heart-to-heart, she felt she'd done the right thing by not leaping across the kitchen table, stripping him naked with her teeth, pinning him to the floor and cowgirling him senseless. Even if that would have been fun. She still stood by not wanting to muddy the housemate waters. And so they began their bizarre sex ceasefire. She fed him, almost pretending like everything was normal, but then at the end of an evening when he'd lie on the couch, stuffed, she would gently rub his gut and tell him how amazing he looked and felt.

Of course, the stand off did break, as I'm sure you can imagine. They entered into a sort of "friendswholivetogether-withfatbenefits" situation. Or as, both felt at the time, the most exciting and lust-filled few months of their lives. Sam's ever expanding capacity for food kept him growing and growing. Megan loved to log every step of the way and kept a spice in the art of gaining by constantly picking out new goals for him to hit.
"Mmmmm, you're starting to get some stretch marks here" she noted, fondling his bare sides as he ironed his shirt for work that morning. He had crept steadily upto 17 stone (240) without effort. "I think this thing's going to start to hang if we just get another stone on you", she purred as she rubbed his gut, which protruded over his belt, mocking gravity.

"Oh yeah? And I suppose we'll stop gaining there will we?" he teased with a sly grin.
"Whenever you're tired of eating and turning into such a hot fatman, you can stop"
"You think it's hot do you?" he grazed his lips on hers "I hadn't noticed"

She rubbed his belly, empty in the early morning, for a change, marvelling at how it filled such handfuls of wonderful fat. The spring of it, how it moved and jiggled slightly to her touch.
"Oh you're going to have such a fat belly" she said, kissing his neck and working her way down to the sensitive spot at the epicentre of his gut.

"Mmmm, so bloody fat" he agreed. "It's going to start to hang over these jeans. Then that won't be enough for your insatiable tastebuds and I'll get fatter. I'll start to get fat rolls down my back, handfuls just the right size for you to grab".
"A few more stretchmarks over here" she continued for him, grazing her nails lightly over his abdomen, "We'll know you're really getting fat when you've got to throw these too-big 40's in the bin, because you can't even suck your fat gut in enough to button them up. I can't wait till this thing is so rotund" she hooked her finger into his navel and shook "That I need to lift it out of the way just to get at you".

"Chirst, I'm going to get so ***ing fat for you" he whispered in her ear, "so big that when I lie down it looks like a mountain, a pillow of soft fat that you can grab. And everytime I think I'm finished growing, I'm going to just get hungrier for more food and more of you and more of this" he shook his gut. "I can't wait till I can't even do you on top any more, because there's just too many pounds of flab in the way. I'll try to hold it back, but it'll just not be possible, then I'll flip you round and rest my massive gut on your back when I'm in you"

"***ing hell, you are such a good little pig aren't you?" she sighed, as they explored eachother's bodies " I'm going to love having more and more of you to ***. To feel on me and below me. I want the room to shake when we go at it, because your so massive, I want to hear that bed creak and strain under you. I want you at least the size of two other men, so you'll be twice as hot and so ***ing, unbelievably fat. You think you're big now, but you're going to look back at pictures of yourself now and think you look skinny",

"Make me fat then" he incited "Make me so enormously fat, turn me into your eating machine, pig. Watch me get bigger and bigger and watch my gut burst out of shirts and flow over my jeans. Let my waist run out of measuring tape. I want a five foot waist and then I want to add more to it.I am going to get HUGE, you're going to need caterers to keep up with my appetite. I'm just going to pig and pig, get you to bring me my food in bed, while I lie in a pool of fat, as I sloth at the tv. ask you to feed me as I laze around...even while we ***. You're going to feel every extra pound of fat as we do it. and know that you're the one who helped me get so big, watched lustfully as I grew so enormously obese and then plan for me to get even fatter", he taunted as he steered her hungrily toward the couch.

Fair to say, both parties were late for work that morning.