Chapter 4 - fattening routine begins

I don't know how long I slept , but when I woke up, Sylvia was right by my side, and I saw that she had brought more food with her. She ordered me to open my mouth, and I obeyed her, feeling this ordeal was a small price to pay for what I had put her through. Even though I was still so full, I complied with her demands. Every bite hurt, but I rationalized that my pain was small compared to the pain I had caused her.

I don't know how it was even possible, but once again, I ate everything that Sylvia stuffed into my mouth.

As I was swallowing the last bite of donut, Sylvia untied me.

"I am going to be sleeping in the guest bedroom from now on," she announced with a serious tone. "And remember, you are not to go anywhere except to the bathroom." She walked out, closing the door behind her.

I did not move for a long time after she was gone. I couldn't. My belly was so stuffed that it hurt to even move the slightest bit. Eventually, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was morning. Bright sunlight shone through the windows, and I was feeling optimistic about our marriage. I hoped that Sylvia had changed her mind, that this had all been a big joke, a prank of some sort. Surely, she wouldn't want me to become fat and unattractive, would she?

As it turned out, she was a woman on a mission to force me to pack on some serious poundage. She opened the door. Standing in the doorway, she delivered news that proved she was more determined than ever.

"I have called your photo studio and arranged for you to take a leave of absence. I am going to devote your time off to making you fat - very fat. You have one hour to attend to your personal needs before I start feeding you again," she decreed.

With those words, she spun on her heels, her blonde hair flying about her, and left.

I struggled to get out of bed. I looked for some clothes to put on but discoveed that Sylvia has emptied my closet and dresser while I was sleeping. All that was left was a drawer full of underwear.

Grabbing one, I slowly walked into the bathroom feeling totally disgusted with myself and more than a little disgusted with what lay ahead for me. I showered, shaved and used the toilet. Just then, I wanted to weigh myself, which was a habit of mine. I looked for the scales under the sink. I couldn't find them. I started to look again when I heard Sylvia calling for me to come back into the bedroom.

I barely had time to pull on my underwear before she ordered me back into bed. As I crawled in, I notice that the elastic waistband was digging slightly into my bloated belly.

"If you are a good boy and cooperate, I will not have to tie you to the bed," Sylvia said. "Will you be good?"

I nodded silently in agreement.

"We are going to add something to your feedings, my dear," she said to me, handing me a drinking glass full of what appeared to be water. "Chug it down," she commanded.

I raised the glass to my mouth, then realizing it contained gin, I hesitated for just a moment.

"Drink up," Sylvia said firmly, pushing my hand with the glass in it toward my lips. She tilted the glass into my mouth, and I drank quickly

She filled the glass a second time, and I drank it all up.

It must have been the gin because soon after drinking it, I felt more relaxed, maybe a little "buzzed." I didn't even get tense when Sylvia brought in a platter full of greasy hamburgers and a gallon of weight gain formula.

"If you drink booze just before eating, your system will only burn the calories in the alcohol," Sylvia told me. "All these other calories will be stored as fat on your body."

These words didn't even faze me since I was quite drunk by then. I opened my mouth obediently, and she stuffed me full.

This feeding didn't seem as difficult as the feedings the night before. Of course, I was stuffed when it was over, but I did not feel quite as uncomfortable as I did the first feeding.

And so, this became my daily routine for a long, long time - many months, I really have no idea how long.

I awakened each morning and went to the bathroom, showered, shaved, used the toilet and returned to bed. I drank a glass or two of gin, ate a high-calorie feeding which always included the weight gain formula.

Then I would nap for about an hour. Then, more gin, another feeding, another nap. Sylvia continued this daily regimen until I had my seventh feeding of the day. Then, she let me sleep through the night until the next morning when I got up and started all over again.

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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.)