chapter 11

The next day, she asked Jack to bring her a box off the counter. Inside the box, she had set a ten-pound dumbbell. Jack strained with all his might, but couldn't lift it. Lucy just smiled and led him back to bed to lie down. As she watched him gasping from the exertion, she knew the time had come to enact the final phase of her fantasy. Her disposition suddenly changed.

"My God Jack, you're just a blob of fucking fat aren't you?" Lucy said menacingly, leaning over him and mushing her boobs in his face, while she grabbed handful of his stomach flab and shook it violently. Jack just spluttered in shock. Lucy stood up and looked down on him, over her huge boobs, her stiff nipples pointing down at him. Jack suddenly noticed that each nipple was leaking a drip of milk through Lucy's tight top.

"Look at yourself. You used to be the hottest guy in college, but now you're so fugly that nobody would want you." Lucy's words sent Jack into a frenzy of hormones. He opened his mouth to protest, but all he could manage was a low moan.

"You were captain of your soccer team!" Lucy continued mercilessly. "Now, you can't even walk ten feet without collapsing." Lucy grabbed around his bicep. "Why Jack, you can't even make a muscle can you?"

"Lucy...What.. How could you?" Jack mustered, tears welling in his eyes. Despite his meager protest, his boner was pressing hard against his heavy belly apron.

"How could I Jack? How could YOU?" Lucy paced each side of the bed, scrutinizing every one of Jack's fleshy folds in mock disapproval. "How could you let yourself go like this?" Lucy said indignantly.

Even as Lucy belittled him, the waves of pleasurable spasms that washed over Jack made it impossible for him to respond.

"You were so naïve Jack," Lucy lectured, "You just kept eating and eating and eating and eating..." Lucy once again circled Jack as he lay on the bed: poking, pinching and prodding and slapping his layers of soft fat. "First it was a pound here, another pound there..."

"Oh, Lucy!" Jack moaned, desperately trying to reach under his massive belly for his deeply covered hard-on and failing, but the jiggling this caused excited his boner further.

"You should have stopped, Jack. Now you have no choice."

Jack was barely hearing her words; he was right on the edge of cumming and his hard on was throbbing almost painfully.

"You can't stop me Jack," Lucy said, grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting his tight clothes off of him "I'm going to make you HUGE!" With that, she finally mounted her prize. She had waited so long for this.
She threw herself onto Jack's bloated belly, grabbing huge handfuls of his flabby sides and pushing her hot pink mouth onto his in a long, deep and hungry kiss. Shocked, and overwhelmed with lust and confusion Jack kissed his gorgeous cruel stepmom back, and ejaculated over and over under his heavy belly.

Lucy came up for air and sat up, straddling his vast belly with her long legs. In one fluid motion she took her top off and released her enormous, magnificent J-cup breasts that were swollen full with milk, (those other pills had done their job well), milk which trickled down from her light brown nipples in a stream of warm drops onto Jack's skin. She looked him right in the eyes, and in a smouldering voice she said
"Now, you're all mine, and it's time for you to do something for me - you're going to suckle down my milk and fatten up even more for me."

Lucy lay forward again on Jack's belly and pushed her breast towards his astonished open mouth.
"But you're my step-mhmm.." Jack started to protest but Lucy's nipple plugged his mouth, and sweet warm milk sprayed into his mouth, and he instinctively began to suck hungrily.
Lucy moaned with pleasure and hissed "Yes, yes, drink it all up, Lucy's going to fill you so full again and again, gonna make you fatter and fatter my big blubbery boy" her hands roamed all over his flabby chest as he sucked.

It took a full 10minutes for Jack to drink Lucy's right breast and another 10minutes to suckle down the rich, sweet milk from her left breast, all the while Lucy was moaning in pleasure and muttering about what a good greedy fat boy he was.
Jack couldn't believe what was happening to him, his stepmom smelled and tasted wonderful, and his belly was filling up - his hidden boner began to rise again under his fat gut.

Lucy gasped ecstatically as she eased her breast from his suckling mouth, she shucked off her shorts and slid higher up on Jack's flabby chest, he could see her hot wet pussy had a neatly trimmed brown bush - she planted it on Jack's double chin, just under his gasping mouth.
"I've got something for you to eat, honey. Lick me fat boy! Like me like you're starving and I'm an ice-cream."
Lucy shoved her sopping pussy into Jack's mouth, and he did as he was told, licking and sucking at her wetness that tasted slighty tart in contrast to her sweet milk. He flicked at the nub of her clit with his tongue and she came shuddering and spasming with pleasure as she exploded two-years worth of accumulated passion into Jack's fat mouth.

***

The next morning, Lucy unveiled her long-range plan to Jack. His eyes widened in horror at the realization of what was in store for him.

"Lucy, why are you doing this to me?" Jack cried, struggling to cover his bloated body with the bedspread.

"If you don't like it, you're free to go," Lucy said nonchalantly, without looking up from the pancake mix she was preparing.

Inspired, Jack swung his legs off the edge of the bed and pushed himself into a standing position. Shaking in protest, his meaty thighs quivered for a moment before steadying, as Jack took a few uncertain steps. Lucy watched in amusement as Jack steadied himself after only a few feet, sweat already pouring down his face. Reaching down for his underwear that Lucy had left on the floor, Jack lost his balance and fell headlong onto the floor. More embarrassed and humiliated than hurt, Jack just lay there whimpering. Lucy put down her whisk and walked to him.

"Jack, Jack, Jack..." Lucy said, kneeling beside him. "When will you ever learn?"

Lucy helped him to a sitting position--Jack's malleable fat squishing between her hands like clay. As Jack sat there nuzzled against her full breasts, gasping and sweating, Lucy brought a Kleenex from her pocket and gently dabbed the the sweat from his brow.

"Now, now..." she said comforting him. "Jack, you just have to realize that you've gotten much too fat for this type of exertion."

"I'm not..." Jack huffed, struggling to maintain his composure, "TOO fat!"

"You're not?" Lucy said, rising to her feet. "My mistake. I'll leave you alone then." With that, Lucy adjourned back to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast.

Jack leaned up against the wall for several moments. Soon, the smell of pancakes permeated the entire house. His stomach growled in expectation as his mouth became wet with saliva; this infuriated Jack.

"How could I have let this happen?" Jack fumed, propping himself up. He only hoped, despite Lucy's claims to the contrary, that it wasn't too late to do something about it.

As he sat, body spread out on the floor like some fleshy beanbag chair, he struggled to focus his mind on coming up with a plan, and away from the inescapable feelings of hunger that kept invading his thoughts. The more he examined his situation, the more hopeless it seemed: No one knew where they were, there was no phone service and they were 30 miles from the nearest town; he couldn't even drive.

"Whatever I do," he thought, mustering all the strength and determination he could, "I have to get up first."

He looked around for something to grab on to. There was a dresser a few feet away and Jack began to scoot towards it, his naked butt making squeaking noises on the paneled floor as he went. Reaching it, Jack grasped at the handle from one of drawers and began to pull himself up. Suddenly, he felt a pressure in his right knee as he transferred his weight: he had done some damage in the fall after all.

"Shit!" Jack exclaimed, as he slipped back down to the floor. Several months ago, he would have noticed the swelling in his knee, now it was impossible to tell.

Undeterred, Jack again reached for a handle and worked to pull himself up. He tried to compensate for his injury by putting most of his weight on his left leg; however, it was too much of a burden and when he was forced to put some pressure on his right knee it buckled. Collapsing to the ground with a mighty thud, Jack cried out impulsively.

"Lucy!" Jack screamed, "Oh, God Lucy! Please help me!" tears rolled down his cheeks. The pain in his knee was part of it, but mostly it was the sad realization that he had become helpless without Lucy--completely and utterly helpless.

***