Chapter 25 - epilogue cont final

On December 31st I weighed myself again, Vanessa reminding me of my vow to be back at my original weight by this day. I grunted as I stepped on the scale, my spherical gut freshly stuffed.

I looked at myself in the mirror as Vanessa bent over to read the number, I could no longer see over my belly. Besides a huge gut that made me look pregnant with twins, I was 'blessed' with a pair of genuine man-boobs that were disturbingly round and soft.

My arms were thick, but there was some muscle as Vanessa had actually insisted I work out regularly to support my increasing bulk. My ass and hips had taken on more inches than I would have preferred, but Vanessa told me she liked that I was 'balanced'. My thighs, also, were thick and rubbed together when I walked, a particular fact that tickled Vanessa to no end.

"What was your original weight?" Vanessa asked.

"Um, 164 I think," I replied, thinking back.

"Just missed it," she winked at me. "You're now weighing in at a hefty 264, an even 100 pound gain."

I was surprised to hear the number, but looking in the mirror I had to admit that it made sense.

"I bet we can hit 300 by May," Vanessa teased, swatting my rear.

"Oof, I'm already huge," I groaned.

"I know," she grinned. "Huge and getting more huge. Ready for breakfast?"

My stomach growled as if on cue and she laughed delightedly.

"I guess I am pretty hungry," I admitted.

"Good, wear your sweats 'cause I'm going to stuff - you - full."

I knew she meant it, she always did.

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I groaned as I slowly settled my 287 pound body onto the couch. At least, it was 287 pounds when I woke up that morning, I was almost assuredly over 290 after that ridiculous meal.

Julie had finally come over for dinner and Vanessa of course pulled out all the stops. Dish after dish was served until we were both flushed and puffing, and still Vanessa would plop more onto our plates with a smile.

Julie wore a belted dress, it was snug when she arrived as she clearly had not been losing any weight either. At some point during the meal, just before dessert I think, she had decided to be done with decorum and just unbuckled the belt and dropped it on the floor.

It helped lessen the sting of her seeing me unbuckle my own belt and unfasten my pants a few minutes before. She and Vanessa had both smirked at me when I did so, which oddly caused a sudden stiffening down below.

By the time dessert was finished poor Julie could barely speak, and I was not that much better off. After an hour or so the meal had settled enough for Julie to finally move. She excused herself to go home shortly thereafter, probably worried that if she stayed much longer Vanessa would bring out more to eat.

I think Vanessa and I were both watching intently as she waddled off - her dress definitely riding up more than it had when she had arrived, her creamy white thighs jiggling in a very enticing manner, and her belt sticking up out of her purse. After we saw her off I collapsed on the couch and Vanessa went back to the kitchen, I assumed to clean up.

Instead, she reappeared after a moment with a plate of cannolis. Julie had brought them and I never noticed that they were not included the dessert smorgasbord.

"Oh baby, I'm about to pop," I groaned right before she stuck one in my mouth.

"I know," she teased. "You made such a pig out of yourself in front of Julie.

"It's your fault,"I mumbled through the end of the cannoli, sighing as she fed me another.

"My fault you're such a gluttonous fatty?" she asked innocently. "I have no idea what you mean. I just make the food because I know you like it so much. Surely you can't blame me that you keep stuffing yourself until you can barely waddle."

My reply was negated by a third cannoli as she took out her phone and snapped a couple pictures of me. I knew how I must looked, sprawled out with my pants completely unzipped and shirt straining around my orb of a belly.

"For the website," she explained.

Yes, she was still updating the site, to the delight of female feeders everywhere. I had given up any protests about it, finding that the reward for going along with it made it worthwhile for me.

She fed me the fourth cannoli and began unbuttoning my shirt while she picked up on her earlier narrative.

"Surely I'm not responsible for your current bloated state," she needled with a grin as I stifled a belch. "When's the last time I forced you to eat anything, hmm? It seems all I have to do anymore is put something in front of you and you'll binge until your gut gets so swollen that you have to spread your legs and let it hang down."

Her breathing grew slightly ragged as she continued, her pupils dilating.

"Speaking of, I just can't believe how huge your belly is," she continued, biting her lip. "You just stick out soooo far in front now, you even arch your back when you waddle around. It's so funny when we go out and I see other women look at you, they must wonder how on earth I can possibly be married to such a blimp. Lucky for you I don't mind much, eh?"

A fifth cannoli followed.

"And it's not just your gut that is huge, your cute little rear has inflated with pounds and pounds of wobbly fat. It just jiggles and jiggles when I spank you!"

I flushed, groaning as I swallowed the fifth and she fed me the sixth and final treat.

"Everywhere, just everywhere, is covered with inches and inches of fat!" she exclaimed, her hands running all over my torso.

From my man breasts and down my sides to the very thick love handles that spilled out to the sides, her hands squeezed and grabbed and pulled, making sure I was quite aware indeed of exactly how fat I had become.

"And still you eat!" she exulted, looking almost deranged. "You eat and eat and eat and eat until you're beached here like a whale, so full and swollen and bloated you're practically immobile!"

With that she flicked my taut belly and I belched. Nearly out of her mind with lust, she pushed me sideways on the couch and shifted me so I was on my back before violently ripping off my pants. Her own clothes flew off in a blur and she impaled herself on me with a cry.

All the eating and teasing had taken us to the edge already and in no time at all our bellows were ringing off the walls as we spasmed in release.

For a while we just laid there, probably not a single coherent thought between us. She rested on my mountainous middle, slick flesh against slick flesh.

"Darren?" she murmured after a time, possibly minutes or hours.

"Hmm?" I replied drowsily.

"Thank you."

I rested my hand on her back.

"You're welcome. And . . . thank you."


THE END