Chapter 1

Gordon pulled off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom of his new apartment. He touched his belly experimentally. There was no denying it, his abdomen was now definitely a little paunch, curving gently upward from the waistband of his 30 pants. He unbuckled his belt, noting again that the groove he worn at the smallest hole was now unoccupied. He’d had to move outward to the second-to-last notch. His pants were getting a bit snug, too. Ten years ago he’d weighed 125 pounds, but, well that was ten years and at least 20 pounds ago. He wasn’t sure exactly how much. He liked not being able to see his ribs anymore.

He unzipped his pants and cradled his soft belly. In fact, he liked the feel of his fat. It was sensitive and sensuous. He pulled off his pants and turned to the side. He puffed out his belly as far as it would go, wondering what it would be like to be really fat rather than just thin with a slight pot belly. He imagined himself with a huge beer gut, round and squeezable. The thought was… sexy. He slid his hand over his belly and down into his boxers.

“Starting without me, are you?” purred a voice.

“Uh - just, uh,” stammered Gordon, turning to his girlfriend Katy. They had just moved in together.

She walked into the bathroom and slid her arms around his waist, from behind caressing his belly. His penis firmed up a bit more.

“Hmmmm,” she said, in a delighted way that made him think she had something naughty in mind. She gently turned him around and they kissed fiercely. Then she kissed her way down his chest, kneeling before him. She slid off his boxers, but ignored his penis in favour of kissing and caressing his belly.

“Mmmmm, you look so good,” she said.

“You don’t mind my little pot?” he said, gasping as she cupped one hand around his balls.

“No! Actually I wouldn’t mind if there was more.”

“Really? Because I- I’d like more.”

She looked up at him then, face unreadable. She touched one side of his belly slowly and lingeringly.

“Listen,” she said, “This is going to sound weird, but I’ve always had these fantasies.”

“Fantasies?”

“ Yeah. Of watching a skinny guy get, well, fatter.”

His erection was suddenly rock hard and he was breathing faster at the thought of her watching him expand. She would rub his belly - oh god -

“That’s, uh, a very interesting idea,” he said.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Look down..”

She did so and saw his eager cock. She slid her lips around the head and used her flitting tongue to moisten it. Then she slid downward, gently at first, then more rapidly. Gordon moaned and arched his back. Katy’s hands were still stroking and squeezing his belly.

She alternated between deep fast thrusts and gentle, teasing licking around the top. He looked down at the top of her head and imagined that he couldn’t see her because of his enormous protruding belly. The thought, combined with her actions, was enough to bring him to the brink.

“Stop, stop,” he said. “I’m about to come!”

At that, she wrapped her arms around his waist and went harder. He exploded into mind-blowing orgasm.

He staggered across the hall to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Katy followed him and lounged in the doorway.

“That was amazing,” he said. “But you didn’t get your turn.”

“You can do me later,” she smirked. “For now, I’m going to start making supper.”

He raised himself on one elbow, causing his belly to fold slightly. He saw her staring at it, her tongue caught between her teeth. She really did find it sexy.

“Are you going to feed me up?” he asked.

She looked him in the eye solemnly.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” he said. “I want to be huge.”

With one hand he indicated a Santa Claus-style belly arcing away from his real body.

“Oh,” she said breathily. “Then yes, I am going to feed you up.”

Katy made spaghetti with garlic bread for supper that night, with a spicy sauce she knew Gordon loved. He’d always been a big eater, but his metabolism had started to slow recently.

Gordon watched as Katy served him a big heaping plate of pasta. She was so plump and pretty, he thought. Of course she found him sexier when fatter. Didn’t he find her sexy? He’d certainly be sad if she ever lost weight and those E cup breasts diminished.

They chatted about their work days as they ate. Katy ate slowly so as to keep pace with Gordon as he moved onto his second big helping. She kept the warm garlic bread coming, too. He was starting to feel full when she bought him a third plate. He undid his belt and the button on his pants, which came off in his hand as he fumbled with it. He ate this serving of spaghetti more slowly, enjoying the sensation of being stuffed. When the plate was empty, he leaned back and sighed and patted his belly happily. It was really stretching the fabric of his old t-shirt.

“Now for dessert!” said Katy cheerfully.

“Oooh,” Gordon moaned, but he was excited by the thought of eating more. She pulled out a carton of butterscotch ripple ice cream and scooped six big scoops into a bowl. She handed it to him with a spoon stuck in top.

“Now you work on that while I finish the dishes,” she said.

Gordon took a bite. The ice cream was delicious and slipped down smoothly. He was surprised by the way he was able to clean the whole bowl by the time Katy was through.

She crouched at his side and slid a hand under his shirt. His belly was firm and distended now. She rubbed it softly.

“Oh, that feels good!”

Katy rubbed him harder then and he let out a big belch. She led him to the couch in the living room, where they watched a movie. She kept touching his belly in amazement and when he no longer felt quite so stuffed, he responded to her touch.

The sex that night was incredible. Gordon paid Katy back for the blow job three times over, then entered her and spent himself again.

Afterwards, she asked him if he was really serious about doing this, about gaining weight.

“Yes,” he said. “I really want to. I’m tired of being a shrimp who still gets carded all the time. I want to get fat.”