chapter 4

Fortunately, Lucy wasn't home and he made his way down to the kitchen still naked. As he crept down the stairs listening for Lucy, he could feel his thighs jiggling gently with each step. Mad with ecstasy, Jack threw open the cupboard and immediately ate four Twinkies and a big glass of milk. As he swallowed bite after bite, Jack rubbed his bloated stomach thinking to himself how all that junk-food was going to make him huge. That made him go ballistic. He was so aroused that he couldn't stop eating. Without thinking, he finished the gallon of milk and a box of chocolate chip cookies that had been conveniently placed next to the refrigerator.

Still in a haze, Jack grabbed the remaining junk-food from the kitchen and struggled upstairs. As he watched himself in the mirror, Jack slowly devoured every bite--his free hand gently alternating between massaging his bloating belly and the throbbing boner between his legs.

After he had come like a rocket, he fell back onto the bed and into a deep, blissful sleep. It was during this time that Lucy came home and found the kitchen a mess with wrappers, cookie crumbs and empty containers. She smiled and slowly crept upstairs. Opening Jack's door, she found him sprawled out sleeping on his bed--crumbs and candy wrappers stuck to his naked body, swollen belly sticking up in the air.

"Please let his will power diminish more," Lucy thought as she closed the door. She left Jack to sleep in ecstasy and quietly padded into her own bedroom where she fingered her soaking pussy until she came hard, all the while imagining how massively obese Jack could grow.

The next day brought a renewed resurgence from Lucy to try and help Jack fulfill her fantasy and his. Breakfast was served with bacon, eggs, sausages and chocolate buttermilk with weight-gainer and 5 Amaplatix pills mixed in. During breakfast, Lucy mentioned that she was going to the mall and wanted to know if Jack needed any new clothes, knowing that many of his outfits were growing increasingly snug. This was bait for her experiment. She wanted to find out which was stronger: Jack's willpower or his sexual fantasy.

"Thanks Lucy," He said between bites of sausage. "Well, maybe I could use a new pair of jeans."

"Oh," Lucy said, leaning forward a little across the breakfast table so her breasts bulged conspicuously in her low cut top, she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Is that because you've put on a little weight honey?"

Jack immediately felt the resurgence of his boner. He tried to will it down, but with the breakfast he was eating and Lucy's scrutinizing looks, not to mention her bulging cleavage, he couldn't and his face flushed. Lucy knew she had found his weakness. Jack was embarrassed about gaining weight. He wanted to stay thin, or so thought the head on top of his shoulders, but having someone else tell him that he was putting on weight broke down his willpower. It was one thing to imagine himself fat, but quite another to be told by his beautiful sexy stepmom that he was actually GETTING fat.

Lucy smiled and winked at her red-faced stepson. She knew this was how she could keep him from fighting against the flab that was piling onto his expanding body.

The next week, Lucy upped Jack's pill intake to six a day, while she increased his milkshakes to four a day. She wore skimpy clothes whenever she served him food or drink, and made sure to 'accidentally' brush against him with her bountiful breasts or bodacious butt whenever possible. She lavished booby hugs and 'stepmomly' cheek kisses on him, especially when he ate or drank. That kept Jack very tired and sedated, hungry and horny. This pace kept up for three weeks straight. By the time Lucy ran out of pills, Jack's body had taken the damage she'd wanted it to. Jack weighed in at 193lbs, a full 30 pound gain, but more importantly Jack's muscles were weakening and that was what she wanted. She wanted Jack to tire easily so he would do less and less.

The day before Jack's father came home, she got another full-view of Jack walking in the house with just his boxers on. Lucy bit her lip and tried not to stare, but she just had to admire her handiwork.

Jack's arms had softened considerably. Where once firm muscle was, there now was a definite jiggle on the underside and a roundness that spoke of soft flab. He was beginning to get chubby moobs, his chest was rounded and jiggly. Then Lucy's eyes went southward toward his belly. What a sight! She loved what she saw there. His stomach had softened-- she knew that--but now his belly wasn't flat anymore. It now had a bulge and a roll growing right around the middle of it that jiggled whenever he moved. As Lucy looked even further south, she noticed his thighs--his once sleek, muscly thighs--had also changed. Fleshy softness now covered each one, and they too jiggled when he walked.

Lucy nipples hardened and she felt her pussy gush, she was so happy with the summer's progress, but she was not finished, not by a long shot. Jack was young and had so much potential.

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