chapter 33, series 4, episode 6 - sweet dough

Robert was nearing his heaviest ever. Doctor Jason instructed him remotely to start the Coke bloating again once a week. He wanted him to increase his capacity even more, so that he could consume even more and gain even more weight. Currently, his maximum capacity was two and a half litres.
Lucy increased the volume of his weight gain shakes. He was back up to two shakes of one litre, one in the morning and one at night.
As soon as he woke up in the forming his first thought was about hunger and food. He wanted to stuff himself silly, to the point where he couldn't move, to the point where his belly was stretched shiny and tight. And he did so, every single day. His belly was growing and hanging down further. Walking back and forth to the toilet to expel all the food he'd put in was becoming more of an effort. But it was the only exersise he was getting.
Amy was enjoying watching him grow. Every day he seemed to be getting slightly bigger. Whenever he started to struggle eating, she would step in and force even more down him.
This week was sweet dough week, so she also kept him supplied with plenty of tasty goodies. She made him a different flavoured tea loaf. Bara brith, a nutty fruit loaf, a citrus tea loaf, all served in slices with a thick layer of butter. She made him an apricot courcoonne from the technical and a plethora of different brioches, iced buns and other sweet breads. Of course Robert ate them all! He was as greedy as ever!
Time spent getting showered and dressed in the morning was wasted time, time he could be spending eating. Time spent chatting was wasted time, even time spent fucking was wasted, unless he could continue eating at the same time. He didn't just take bites, chew and swallow, he devoured everything, in the quickest most efficient manner possible. Of course, that meant he made a big mess, but that did not matter either, someone else was around to clear that up. He had one focus, one goal and that was to put on as much weight as possible. There was only one way to do that and that was to eat constantly, non-stop, every day.
Even so, he was shocked when he stood on the scales at the end of the week. He'd put on four stones! He was twenty seven stones now. Nearly all of that was beautiful blubbery fat! Next week he wanted to break the thirty stones barrier.
Amy was also gaining, but much slower. She'd just put on another stone, but she was still tiny next to him. She loved him all the more for it. She didn't just like to watch her expanding glutton get bigger, she liked to rub his belly while he ate, and play with those genitals that were sinking deeper underneath his soft flesh.