chapter 6

She pulled his robe open to reveal the majestic swell of his belly. She touched it, fascinated, then swatted him and giggled as his belly bounced and his fat rippled. She dropped to her knees and traced his underbelly.

"Hello, your majesty," she said, as her fingers brushed his half-erect cock. It stiffened and firmed as she wrapped her lips around it. He leaned forward and rested his gut on her head, breathing heavily. She pulled away to shuck off her clothes, shimmying out of her shirt and tearing off his robe. Then they were naked, him on top of her. His belly swelled into the space between them, pressing into the underside of her breasts. He was so heavy. It was wonderful.

He reached down to adjust himself, then halted. He struggled to reach her wet pussy but his cock just couldn't. He had too much gut.

"Uh, I can't," he admitted, embarrassed.

"That's alright," Jess said. "I get to be on top."

He rolled off her and she mounted him, pushing up his belly until she could slide his cock into her. It filled her up and she moaned, grinding on him.

Afterwards, he lay panting as she cuddled into his chubby side. A faint knock came on the door. They scrambled into their clothes.

The door opened and servants came in, carrying a feast.

"Has the king chosen a consort?" Eltham murmured to Bryant as he came in.

"Yes, he has," Bryant smiled at Jess.

She sat next to him as he ate, nibbling at the food and encouraging him to gorge just a little bit more. She rubbed his poor sore stuffed belly as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, after a big breakfast and some post-stuffing sex, Jess frowned at him.

"You're very out of condition," she said. "I need you to maintain some stamina, big man."

"It's hard when I'm never able to walk anywhere!" he protested.

'Waddle, you mean," she said, and squeezed a roll lovingly. "But you could do some stretches in here."

So she led him through a series of squats, lunges and crunches that had him red-faced and gasping in no time.

"I think I'm better at lunches than lunges," he said ruefully.

"Oh, speaking of lunch," said Jess, "I had a word with the kitchen staff this morning while you were taking your post binge nap."

Before he could ask her what that meant, some attendants entered with a big glass jar of a thick pink liquid.

"It's a strawberry milkshake!" said Jess. "I mean, not exactly strawberries. Or milk. But whatever it is, it tastes pretty good. Just suck on the tube there."

Bryant did and rich, cool, creamy liquid filled his mouth. It tasted a bit like strawberries but also sort of like mangoes. He slurped it down.

And then the food arrived.