chapter 1 cont

The following Saturday was the last day of the first month of feedings, and Vanessa told me she had a "celebration" planned.

"Happy one month!" she cheered as I walked into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes sleepily.

I had anticipated some ridiculous spread, but there was nothing but a box on the table.

"It's your breakfast," Vanessa explained, seeing me look at the box in confusion.

I opened it up warily. A dozen doughnuts stared back at me. I should point out that these weren't little doughnuts you could eat in two bites, these were large, heavy doughnuts with glazes and frostings and fillings.

I grabbed one and put it on a plate as Vanessa poured me a cup of coffee. After a month of disturbingly large meals, I figured a dozen doughnuts would be nothing more than a warmup at this point. As the fried rings of dough took residence in my stomach, however, I realized they were taking up more room than I anticipated.

"Slowing down already?" Vanessa asked with a smirk as I took a deep breath.

"No, I'm fine," I grunted as I reached forward to grab my seventh.

They accumulated like cement in my stomach, inexorably pushing my midsection out further and further. By the time I managed to cram down the eleventh, I felt like I had swallowed a bowling ball.

"C'mon babe, I know you can finish them," Vanessa cooed, sitting on my lap and picking up a doughnut.


She brought it to my lips as her other hand massaged my bulging belly. I made it about halfway through before weakly protesting that I couldn't stand another bite.

"Really, I'm done," I gasped, my stomach stretched and taut.

"I'm afraid 'done' isn't part of your vocabulary anymore, sweetie," she said. "We just need to make a little more room in there."

She put the doughnut down and swung her leg over so she was facing me, straddling my legs. I just sat motionless as she rolled up my shirt and began lightly rubbing my swollen belly. I groaned and grunted as her fingers worked deeper, coaxing up belch after belch.

"Why can't we *urp* just *brrrp* stop?" I moaned.

"Because I have six months to feed you as much as I want," she replied. "And for six months I am going to keep stuffing you so full of fattening foods that you can't move. I am going to watch your flat stomach get soft and round, bulging out into a real gut. You're going to get love handles and your chest is going to get jiggly and your ass is going to get huge. For six months you are going to be my feedee, and by the end of it you're going to love it. When this little bet is done you're going to beg me to keep feeding you, you'll be addicted to the pleasures of a stuffed belly."

As she went through her monologue, she had reached into my pants and take me in her hand. Her tugging became more intense as she spoke until I was rock hard and bucking my hips. As I neared climax, she released me and stuffed the other half of the doughnut into my mouth. Then she knelt between my legs, pulled down my pants, and took me in her mouth.


I frantically chewed the fried pastry, swallowing just before I released with a gasp. I barely noticed Vanessa swallowing every drop, her eyes dancing with delight.

I spent most of the morning stretched out on the couch, pinned by the weight of my breakfast. I was just starting to feel like it had digested a bit when Vanessa ran out quickly to grab lunch for me. Fifteen minutes later, she returned with the biggest burrito I've ever seen.

"Are you serious?" I asked as she unwrapped it on the coffee table.

It was immense, almost as long as my forearm and probably thicker.

"They call it the Gut Buster," Vanessa grinned. "Loaded with rice, beans, lettuce, cheese, and beef with extra sour cream. Good luck!"

I quickly discovered this was going to be a messy endeavor. Fortunately, it tasted delicious. Figuring it would be better to get it down quickly before my stomach realized what was happening, I chomped away.

Unfortunately, I was only a quarter in when I started to feel it. The incredible weight of this disgustingly large burrito was bloating me up quickly.

"Best not to take too many breaks," Vanessa advised as I drew a deep breath. "That burrito is really going to swell up your gut, you better get it down quick while you have a chance."

I just shot her a glance and took another big bite. Then another. And another.

Halfway through the massive meal, my sides were starting to pull and I was stifling a belch after every couple of bites. Three quarters of the way through, I was breathing shallowly through my open mouth and gently rubbing my very distended middle.

Despite the fact that I felt like I was carrying around a bowling ball in my gut, I persevered and kept shoveling it in. Each bite caused my overstretched sides to cramp and ache, sweat breaking out on my forehead.

"Ooh, you're doing so great babe," Vanessa cheered breathlessly as I neared the end.

I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was very turned on. Fighting through the nearly unbearable discomfort, I ate the the last several bites in a hurry.

"Ooof," I groaned, reclining on the couch.

The full weight of my gluttony crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. Or that may have just been the burrito. I couldn't do anything other than breathe shallowly as Vanessa gently tended to my blown out belly. As her fingers worked their magic, I slipped into a comatose state.

Waking several hours later, I groggily tried to push myself up. No luck. It felt like Vanessa was sitting on my stomach, but when I looked all I saw was a sickeningly swollen middle. Groaning softly, I flopped back down.

I reached down to my pants and confirmed that Vanessa had unbuttoned them while I was asleep. I was torn between being grateful and worrying about the kinds of pictures she had probably taken. I didn't try to do them back up, both because I knew it would put pressure on my aching stomach and because I had a sinking suspicion that I was not done eating yet.

Sure enough, a few hours later Vanessa left the house again, this time returning with a couple bags of Chinese food. I nervously rubbed my protruding stomach and took a deep breath.

"Mmm, salty, MSG-filled, belly bloating Chinese food," Vanessa cooed. "Good thing you left your pants unbuttoned."

I flushed slightly as I grabbed my chop sticks. Vanessa spooned out a large load of fried rice and sesame chicken onto a plate and poured me a glass of beer.

Despite being full already, I made it through my first plateful rather quickly. The second plate also went down easier than expected, taking up surprisingly little room in my stomach. Vanessa poured me a second beer as I began my third plate, and it was as I was taking my last bite of spare ribs that I started to hit a wall. A fourth plate and third beer went down slowly, and I could feel my stomach inflating.

Vanessa had not been exaggerating when describing the results of bingeing on so much Chinese food. I had to stifle a belch after every other mouthful, blimping up as I forced more down. My belly had blown up so much that it became impossible to bend forward by the time I finished the last plate.

"Finish your beer, babe," Vanessa said, handing me my glass as I puffed for breath.

I was ready to pop and there was most of a glass left. For the first time, I was really wishing I hadn't taken this bet. Even the thought of freely fattening up Vanessa for six months or a year didn't take the edge off my discomfort.

I put the glass to my lips and began to drink, almost choking as she put her finger under the bottom of the glass and began to tip it up. My eyes watered as my stomach stretched to a truly painful extent, the beer pouring down my throat.

The last drop was consumed and as Vanessa took the empty glass I felt an incredible pressure building in my aching stomach.

"So how's my little piggy?" she asked.

A gigantic, uncontrollable belch surged out to answer her. Her face nearly split in two with a grin, bending over to kiss me on the cheek.

"That was so hot," she whispered. "You're just my little overfed, bloated piggy, aren't you? You can't even move, can you? Poor babe, you look like you could just . . . about . . . pop."

She punctuated her last word with a prod of my swollen middle, coaxing up another sudden belch.

"Dessert is in a couple hours," she told me. "That's the nice thing about Chinese food, I know you'll be hungry again in little bit."