chapter 1

So you want me to tease you for the weight you've put on? Those pounds you have so clearly gained. When you so carefully devoured every calorie. You knew this would make you bigger. You can't deny it. The times that you had to undo the button of your waistband,  when sliding it lower just wouldn't account for the buldge of your belly. The little groan of pleasure each time- more room to eat.

Didn't you notice that you were undoing it earlier and earlier into every stuffing? Maybe you thought it was because now you consume so many more calories - although that barely does justice to the decadence of your gorging. What you eat now as a starting stuffing... once it used to fill you up. What's happened to my well controlled stuffer? Just where exactly beneath the dome of this glutted belly are your abs?

I can jiggle you now when you're empty in the morning. I can tease that the little lip of fat thar now touches your thighs. If I roll back a little, propping myself on my elbow, Making you lean in for my kisses you find that the plumpness of your lower belly catches on me. Its the effect of all these calories, you see. More and more are staying on your hips.  You just can't stop, can you?

5 thousand calories. 6 thousand. 10 thousand... and still I know that if you could as much take a full breath without letting out a belch you would be moaning for more.  Are we going to see the adding up of pounds from this? Another inch closer to the button pop that I crave.

You have to keep stuffing, mouthful after mouthful into your throbbing belly like the insatiable hog you've grown to. And... well... seeing you like this, feeling your belly press tenderly to my little body - I can't deny it. I am turned on by your greed. I want to tease you for it.

This is a big belly. Slapping it with a gentle hand. Enjoying the tight skin, making a pleasant smack. It almost echos in the room. Your moan Is very audible this time... the pulse of your hardness beteween my thighs enough to make me rock. You catch on hips as I slide forward. A huge belly for me to anchor myself with.

There is no jiggle when you're full.. but you are so tender. I am sure you can feel every little movement. Oh, how I love it.

My glutton, your belly is all that I want it to be. But could it be... do you have room for more?

Your protests only excite me more. It feels all the wicked that I know you are telling me in earrnest that you're full... we both know that you reached full a long time ago, don't we? Look at the mound of calories in your fattened little gut... I'm sure if you could suck in enough now the buttons of your jeans would struggle. I'm sure that I would almost be able to hear the fibers groan. The buttons straining.. but I don't think there's enough room for you to suck in any more. This monstrous overfed tummy needs its space.  And I want to see it in all its glory.

Are you embarrassed that I have to help undress you? That you need my strength to help you sit up... that sitting forward too quickly makes you pant and clutch your belly more. It's weight is hanging now. Touching your tights. You need me to help you stand. Wrapping your arms around me a little too tightly for support... intending yo pull me close. To let me just feel the bump of your protruding pot belly as you have so many times before, to enjoy how it makes me squirm. But it's not usually this big... this full. Too much pressure... you moan. You belch. You're panting. Your belly crowded... it needs room.

You're lucky I am so keen to examine the effects of your greed. I only spend a moment enjoying your miscalculation of the new amount of space you take up before I push your waist band away. Stepping back to look at my greedy, greedy hog in full view.

I adore the roundness of your belly on your body. Althiugh I don't know if round is the right word... you see once you reach a certain point of roundness, once you really push past that boundary of full... well I see so many shapes to your body. There is od course the swell from your chest. It juts out in the centre of course; it was at one point a steep curve but now... now it seems rounded itself. It flows outwards towards your sides. It presses outwards above your belly button... below which... well. You know how I love the swell of your lower belky. Its so heavy... so plump.. your hands are rubbing there now...

Of course  the lines on your sides that lead me down to your pelvis... you're swollen all the way to there. And beneath... beneath the swell of this great gut can you even see how excited you are? Or is your view all gut now?

It's your turn to undress me now. Not that it would be hard... when you start eating like this I can't help myself. I may not have been naked in your lap as you ate, but it wasn't far off. I can see the lace of my pants next to your chair... on the floor. Where I peeled. them off so you could please me, while I adored yout pulpness. It only takes a few buttons... this was your shirt. Its roomy on me, straining only a little over my breasts. As it falls from my shoulders to the floor, you can see my little waist... the pearlescent shine of sweat on my naked skin... how I blush as your body fully presses to mine.

I'd been wearing the shirt to remind you why you're eating... you have a week. A week to eat your way of it. This is day one... how many buttons would you strain?

Days ago you carried me to bed. You felt the little jiggle of your belly squish against me. A softness from previous stuffings. I had teased you. Teased you for growing fat from this gluttony.

Now... now... you're carrying your belly. Your hand are literally in your lower belly. Each step more of a waddle, as you follow my Lythe little steps, watching my ass bounce infrony of you. Yout belly moving as one. There will be no hiding it. As you walk through to bed. An overfed, glutton... fatter than you've ever been before- and fuller too. All on show. No tight clothes to hide behind.

I may begin by teasing you in front of the mirror. Stood behind you at first so you have a "full" view of your gut, so you see me reaching around you... so you can see yourself playing with this belly... can you see your hardness like this? Im sure looking down you can't.  And then... well... then you're mine to play with. Seeing and feeling out bodies fit together from every angle... me on my tip toes... letting my breasts rest atop your belly. Letting my pelvis bump it. Letting my hands explore... letting your belly just stick out as iy needs... until finally I'm letting you sit down on the edge of the bed. 

You know what's coming next... my demand. My want. My need... I want you to bloat for me, even as you protest. Your belly touches your thighs already. It spills downwards as if it wants to obscure your lap... its full.  But we both know that you will...

You might be already full. You may be at your roundnest... but you are certainly at the mercy of your greed. And if your feeder thinks you have room...

A 2 litre of cola for a start. Enough, you know from experience, to make you clutch your belly and moan between big belches.

Are you wondering if you maybe shouldn't have been such a glutton? Do you think you've overdone it... just you wait.  Wait until you are clutching your sides... laid back. You please me each time you swallow a little more...  weight. So heavy. So big.

... so you want me to tease you for turning into my fat feedee? Eat up. I have the highest of expectations for you... impress me.

Please... show me how you have let go. Could you really be my insatiable hog now? Is this truly a greedy gut? ... are you out of control...

Please. I want to tell you how I love you fatter. Full.

Eat for me. If you want to hear that you are a hog. First you have to show me that you have the potential to eat like one.

My feedee, make me the luckiest feeder... just a little more.