Chapter 3 - sylvia is far from done

"You heard me. I am going to make you very, very fat, Anthony," she proclaimed, her voice quivering a bit as if she were afraid of her own words. "Now into the bedroom with you."

I was too stunned to even think. And even though I didn't want to, I obeyed Sylvia when she told me to go into the bedroom, take off my stinky pants and shirt and get into bed. I became scared of what was going to happen when I saw her at the door with a look of grim determination on her face.

"Give me your hands," she said, no hesitation or quivering in her voice now. "Don't fight me now, Anthony. Just do what I say."

Before I knew it, I was lying spread eagle on the bed, my head propped up by pillows. I was wearing only my underwear. Sylvia busied herself tying my hands and feet to the bedposts with four of my old neckties. I did not try to struggle, and in fact, I felt oddly somewhat of turned on by this.

I tried one of my twinkle-eyed flirty grins, but Sylvia just growled in a no-nonsense tone, "Your charming ways and 'bedroom eyes' are not going to help you now, mister."

After Sylvia finished tying me up, she made an announcement in solemn tones.

"Until I tell you otherwise, Anthony, you will only be allowed in our bedroom and bathroom. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," I answered quickly.

Sylvia set several items on the nightstand. I craned my neck and turned my head to see what she was up to. I could smell something which reminded me of a bakery as her hands went into a large white box and pulled out pastries of various types.

"I picked up a few things for you while I was out," she said with a bit of wicked tone in her voice. She broke dozens of large donuts into mouth-size bites and placed some on a large platter and the rest back in the bakery box. She set up four cans of whipped cream and a half-gallon carton of whole milk. I would later learn that Sylvia had mixed weight gain powder into that milk.

"Now, open your mouth," she ordered.

I did, and she immediately stuffed a donut into it. As soon as I chewed and swallowed, she commanded me to open my mouth again. This time, she filled it with whipped cream. I swallowed. The next time, it was the weight-gain-formula-laced milk she poured between my lips.

She repeated this pattern over and over again, often chiding me to hurry up and swallow, so she could continue stuffing me. At one point, I tried to tell her that I was getting uncomfortably full, but as soon as I opened my mouth to complain, Sylvia filled it with another fattening mouthful.

I decided I should wisely keep my thoughts to myself, no matter how full my belly felt.

After what seemed about an hour's time, Sylvia stopped stuffing me. I looked over at the nightstand to see all the food was gone. I was relieved that the ordeal was finally over.

A small price to pay for a lapse in marital fidelity, I thought to myself. I expected she would untie me, but she just stood up and left the room without saying a word.

I started to speak but decided I should not.

I felt like my belly was going to burst open. I had never everbeen this full before - not even the previous Thanksgiving when I gave in to a bit of gluttony and ate an entire pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream -- after feasting on turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, wine and all the rest.

I remember Sylvia laughing at me then and poking my swollen belly. What was it she said to me then? Something like, "Better watch yourself, Anthony, or you'll get fat and lose your handsome looks," she said, giggling and poking my sore gut. "And what will you do then, Lover Boy?"

And tied to the bed, I heard her giggling echo in my head, haunting my thoughts as I grew drowsy. When I lifted my head to look down at my body, I could not even see my feet. My belly was in the way, so swollen and round. Sylvia had patted it before she left, and I could see a dusting of powdered sugar and chocolate smears upon my bloated tummy.

I felt uncomfortable, and I was unable to move about much, not only because I was tied up but because of my swollen gut. I was exhausted. I even felt a bit drunk from the milk resuscitating my earlier overindulgence in alcohol. But mostly, I was fatigued from being manhandled and so thoroughly stuffed by my wife. I fell asleep, hoping that a short nap would help ease the pain.

And hoping that this ordeal would soon be over.

Little did I know, Sylvia was far from done with fattening me up.

Little did I suspect, but this was just the beginning.

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by and adapted from an old Maxout story, "Sarah's Betrayal", in which a cheating woman is fattened by her boyfriend. Maxout gave me permission to adapt and publish this.)