Chapter 2 - unintended consequences

Marcus had great taste in clothes. Soon, he had me outfitted in "dress for success" suits, blouses, skirts and dresses. And all that helped me at work. In fact, now that Marcus was meeting so many of Peter's needs and taking care of the household, I had more time and energy to devote to my career. Also, I was happier and more confident than I ever had been. I was promoted twice within three months, and my salary nearly tripled. It was a good thing too because our food and clothing budgets were growing along with mine and Peter's waistline.

Speaking of wardrobes, every two weeks, Marcus would go buy bigger and bigger clothes as Peter outgrew his old ones. Marcus weighed and measured Peter often, insisting that he get completely naked in order to get accurate weights and measurements.

"I need to keep you on schedule," Marcus would say, feeding Peter some ice cream as he measured and weighed him. I could see in Marcus's eyes that he was growing more and more aroused by Peter's body. I should have gotten jealous, but it kind of turned me on that my partner in fattening Peter was also enjoying this so much.

Every day, Marcus cooked a little bit more and would stand over Peter until he was stuffed to bursting with the last bite. Then, he would give Peter his medicines. I didn't know at the time but Marcus was including an over-the-counter sleeping pill in Peter's meds. Because of this, Peter would snooze off after eating, napping in his chair. When he awoke, Marcus was ready with more fattening food.

Peter hit 290 in seven months. His body was getting fat so fast that sexy red stretch marks appeared on his moobs, belly, ass and hips. He had trouble sometimes getting up from his chair, and during the weigh-in sessions, Marcus and Peter would both proudlypoint out the new stretch marks for me to kiss and rub.

"You still have a long way to go," Marcus would say to Peter, rubbing his love handles a bit too fondly. "And there is only one way to get there. Eat! Eat!"

And he would lead Peter into the bathroom. Then, Marcus would wheel in a cart of food to feed Peter, allowing him to take a bubble bath in the huge new tub he purchased. At these times, he fed Peter into a state of drowsy saturation. I would sit in the bathroom and watch this interplay with heat and juices building up between my legs.

One day while bathing Peter, Marcus got his shirt wet. He took it off and hung it up to dry. Then, he returned to his obvious pleasure of sponging and feeding Peter. That's when Peter noticed that he and I were not the only ones who were gaining weight.

Indeed, Marcus's butler outfit had hidden a big secret: Gone were Marcus's muscular abs, and in their place the beginning hint of a belly. Peter reached out with his pudgy fingers and rubbed the softness gathering around Marcus's middle.

"Looks like you are enjoying your own cooking a bit too much." Marcus looked embarrassed for a moment, but soon smiled. Then they laughed aloud like lovers, and I felt jealous - not jealous of Marcus but jealous that I did not feel comfortable enough to reach out and fondle Marcus's small beginner belly. Oh god, how I wanted to! I wanted to fondle the both of them and have them enjoy me so much, but it was time to get to work, and I had a morning staff meeting to prepare for.

What happened then really turned me on. Peter took a bite of food from Marcus's hand, then reached out and grabbed a rich tidbit to feed Marcus. I felt myself grow damp between my thighs, and I had to leave before having an orgasm right there. Marcus opened wide and ate, smiling at my husband as he did so.

Late that night when I came home, I found the two of them with guilty -- but satisfied -- expressions on their faces. And Marcus's belly looked super-stuffed, bloated with food I knew that Peter had fed to him. I knew they had made love, and this was a love I wanted to be a part of. But I was so wrapped up in my work, I didn't have time right then. And I didn't know if Marcus was interested or not.

For my part in the fattening, I bought Peter a super-wide reclining chair. All he had to do was press a button with his fat little finger and the chair lifted him to a standing position. I didn't want him to waste any precious calories standing up. And besides, he was getting so unfit that he was having difficulty standing.

I was ready to donate the old recliner to Goodwill, but Marcus insisted that I use it myself, pushing me gently back into it.

"No reason to let it go to waste," he said, bringing me a huge plate of lasagna. "Ms. Executive Vice President needs a soft comfortable place to rest when she comes home from working so hard. Now, you just sit here, and Marcus will take care of your every need and desire."

If only Marcus knew that my every need and desire now included a threesome with my husband and him. Still, I kept my mouth shut. Well, not really, I opened it and gulped down the lasagna which Marcus fed me.