Chapter 4 - more than halfton threesome

The months passed by in a blur of watching Marcus stuff my poor dear Peter. And my own overeating, of course. I was still so busy at work, my birthday slipped up without my even thinking about it. But Marcus did not forget, and when I came home from work that day, he led me to my recliner, offering me a tray of hamburgers with a chocolate milkshake. He knew I was a true chocoholic and the fact that my belly now touched my thighs was a tribute to his success as a chef and feeder.

Peter was not in his chair, but soon he waddled naked into the room, his weight shifting from tree-trunk-like leg to tree-trunk-like leg. The wheelchair had made Peter's muscles atrophy a bit, and for some perverse reason, that was turning me on, seeing him make such a great effort just to walk across the floor. Thanks to Marcus and me, Peter had to struggle just to move his now-enormous body at all. He could only get around very slowly. His fat dripped off his body like melted butter.

I looked about now to see Marcus struggling a bit himself, trying to wheel in a new heavy-duty industrial scale. Whereas the fit Marcus could have easily moved the scales, he was now so out of shape that he was breathing hard as he pushed his belly against the scales, pushing them in front of my chair. Peter waddled slowly in a shuffling manner toward the scale, and with Marcus's help, he cautiously stepped up on it.

After the gears stopped, a smile came to Marcus's face. Peter looked down at the LED readout and looked mildly shocked, then pleased.

"538 pounds!" Peter announced proudly. "That's more than 100 pounds in five months!"

"Just think what the next five months will bring," Marcus said, rubbing his own bare belly up against Peter's as they kissed.

Everything was out in the open now, and that was fine. They had been open lovers for three months, and I didn't mind sharing Peter at all. After all, he had gotten big enough for two lovers, I sometimes joked. So during the day, Marcus enjoyed Peter's body, and during the night, Peter and I made love unless I was too worn out from my job, which was often the case. At those times, he would just hold me across his expansive body, his huge moobs such soft pillows for me to rest my head upon.I was jealous of only one thing - that Peter got all of Marcus's loving while I had none of it. I thought Marcus might be bi-sexual, but he had never shown any sort of interest in me, and I had hidden my intentions from him.

It did thrill me so much when Marcus would feed me, but all my built-up horniness was applied to my husband's body. And to my own. I admit I often masturbated in my executive washroom while imagining the three of us making love together in an orgy of fat and food. I imagined how deliciously massive the food and loving would be, how sensuously we would just all sink into each others' soft blubber.

"Hey, hello, birthday girl." Just then, Marcus brought me out of my reverie. "One more surprise," he said, wheeling a huge chocolate birthday cake out of the kitchen. On top, he had skillfully written, "Next stop 600 pounds!" Between the three of us, we ate that entire cake, Peter gulping down half, me eating about a third, and Marcus getting the rest and the crumbs.

I struggled to pull my weight out of the recliner as Marcus got Peter into the motorized wheelchair. We went into the bedroom, and Marcus tucked us in and left. We made love for hours and hours, exploring the crevices, curves and blubbery wonders of each other's bodies. Then, we fell into a thick slumber, and I remember nothing until morning.

Our deep sleep was broken by the sound of Marcus coming into the room with a cart of fattening breakfast food - buttered pancakes, bacon, pork sausages, biscuits and gravy, and pastries of all sizes, shapes and flavors.

When Marcus reached over to hand me a honeybun, I decided that it was time to make my move. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into bed with us.

"You're the only honeybun I want to eat right now," I said boldly. "You chubby sweety."

"Oh, Nancy," Marcus moaned. "What took you so long?" I looked past Marcus's belly to see Peter's wide face break into a huge grin.

As I kissed Marcus and grabbed his love handles, I quickly calculated that between the three of us, our bed was now holding way more than 1,000 pounds of sexy soft fleshiness! I was so glad that a few weeks before Marcus had so thoughtfully planned ahead and purchased the biggest bed on the market, wide, soft, thick and steel-reinforced "To hold tons of fun," Marcus said as the movers delivered it.

Remembering his words, I chuckled and nibbled one honeybun, then the other, then the third.