chapter 32, series 4, episode 5 - biscuits and traybakes

At twenty one stones, Robert was enjoying being bigger again. He liked to admire his bulging figure in the mirror. Sometimes he'd jump up and down and watch his flesh wobble. Or he'd grab handfuls of his empty belly and drop it, feeling the sensations it gave him.
He was slow to get going in the morning. Getting up was not as easy as it used to be, but every morning, he looked forward to his breakfast and more to the point, eating as much as he could as quickly as he could because he wanted to feel full. He liked that heavy feeling of eating too much, but then he'd take it even further! He'd eat himself into a state of oblivion. Moaning and rubbing his belly in pain and pleasure.
He didn't care what he looked like. If his lifestyle shocked Mary or Lucy, well, they were in the wrong job!
Amy would never be shocked. She loved him no matter what. Indeed he thought she liked him better when he was bigger. She certainly paid him more attention, stroking and kneading his fat, always there to encourage him to try some more of her baking.
This week she made him a tray of flapjacks, a tray of chocolate, cherry and hazelnut brownies, a tray of apricot and pistachio tiffin and a tray of cherry and almond bakewell slices. She had one or two, he ate all the rest greedily and enthusiastically. She made the technical bake of tuiles with chocolate mousse, but she made double. The tuiles were too delicate for Robert. So she served her mousse with a large plateful of Viennese whirls, stuffed with buttercream and strawberry jam. He appreciated the change. He rested the mixing bowl with the mousse in in his lap and dipped the biscuits in it with his fingers.
Of course, he was messy! He had chocolate mousse all over his hands and consequently there were smears of it on the bottom of the bowl, on the coffee table, on the sofa, on his trousers, on his tee shirt that struggled to contain his belly. His face was covered, it was in his hair and his beard. He tried to lick the chocolate off his face with his tongue. But how could he clean his sticky hands? He wiped them in his exposed belly and rubbed.
Amy found the scene very erotic. She made a mental note to make more chocolate mousse more often!
She tries to stay away from him. She did not want to get covered him chocolate! Then something made her change her mind. She went over to him, sat astride his legs and dipped her hand in the chocolate bowl. She licked her hands and her fingers, but not before she allowed some large drops of the stuff to fall into her cleavage. She loosened her top, getting chocolate stains around the buttons, but she wanted to give Robert a good view to that he could lick them.
Robert did not need to be given a second opportunity. He hand fed Amy and she hand fed him. They got messier and hornier. They fed each other, massaged each other and made love.
It was the best sex they'd had in months!
Robert was so uninterested in sex when he was dieting. He was so hungry and irritable, or he ached too much from overexercising in the gym, or stressed out over nothing that he was not interested. Now he was big and fat, living a slothful life, but he also felt more sexy and sensual than ever!
On weigh in day, Amy had managed to pile on twelve pounds. Robert, as usual had topped that. A two and a half stone gain made him 23 and a half stones!
Of course that kind of weight gain had its impact. Robert had to walk around the house slowly, especially with a full belly because his centre of gravity had changed and he wasn't used to it. He walked around clinging onto the walls and the furniture, but at least he did not have to negotiate stairs.