Chapter 1

2 pints of heavy cream
2 cups of whole milk
1 cup of dark brown sugar
½ cup of melted butter
1 tsp of vanilla extract
A pinch of salt

All of the ingredients in the modified, more drinkable toffee sauce I pulled from the fridge. It had cooled perfectly, back to room temperature, after simmering into a thick, rich liquid. Perfect for a funnel. I gave it another stir, watching the smooth mixture swirl in on itself. Just looking at it sent a tingle through me. Every drop was destined for Cairo’s belly.

I walked over to the living room, where Cairo sat waiting patiently in just his boxers. His immense belly splayed out on his lap in front of him, totally obscuring it. Sometimes I couldn’t even believe how huge he was getting. Not that I doubted my abilities, or his commitment, but it just seemed…impossible, too good to be true, too perfect. But despite the hundreds of pounds of fat gained, the way he had started to struggle to do even little things, I still wanted more.

“Ready, love?” I asked, approaching the couch. Beside it, the standing funnel gleamed, begging to be filled.

“Sure,” Cairo nodded, his generous double chin pressing against his padded chest as he did so. “What’s in it?”

I smiled. “Calories,” I said, my voice coy. “A lot of calories.” I didn’t know if he would be horrified or delighted by the ingredients, likely a mix of both. Either way he’d drink it all, like the good pig he was. But I didn’t want to spend time explaining where all the calories came from, I just wanted to fill his gut with them.

Cairo gave me a skeptical look, but didn’t say anything more. Instead, he settled deeper into the sofa cushions, preparing himself for what was coming. I moved closer to the funnel and held onto it, keeping it steady as I poured the luscious mixture in. I couldn’t help but bite my lip as we both watched it flow down the tube, filling it completely. The thought of it filling his already large belly, contributing to making him even bigger, made my heart race a bit faster.

“Open up,” I said, a bit of impatience tingeing my voice as I lifted the closed mouthpiece at the end of the tube to Cairo’s mouth. He parted his lips obediently, and as soon as it was in, I turned the nozzle, releasing the flow.

The liquid immediately began to fill his mouth. He swallowed quickly, a soft moan escaping him as the caramel-like sweetness hit his tongue. I settled beside him on the couch, my hand instinctively finding its place on his enormous belly.

“Take your time,” I murmured, rubbing his gut in slow circles. This moment had been on my bucket list for months, and now that I knew he was big enough—greedy enough—to handle it, I wanted to savor every second.

Cairo closed his eyes, sucking lazily at the tube. ​​His massive body relaxed as the rich drink trickled into him, filling his belly ounce by ounce. I scooted closer and settled onto my knees beside him, placing both hands on his belly now. It was so big, so soft. The fat jiggled under my touch as I rubbed it in large, deliberate circles. The memory of him as a starter feedee, with just a small paunch, filled my mind. The contrast between then and now sent a surge of desire through me.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking that, you know,” I said, my aroused instincts taking over before I even grasped the words escaping my mouth. “Look at how fat you are. You’ve gotten so massive,” I teased, my voice low. “And yet here you are, guzzling over 5000 calories worth of cream and sugar.”

Cairo moaned softly, his brow furrowing as his pudgy hands drifted to his belly, grabbing the sides of it and squeezing the fat with a slight jiggle.

“You just can’t help but want to be even bigger, huh? You’re so fucking greedy.” I said, my hands moving to his chest, where his plush moobs rested against his upper belly. I cupped one, giving it a gentle shake, watching as the rest of his body jiggled in response.

“How much fatter are you gonna be in the morning because of this, hmm?”

Cairo’s lips sealed tighter around the tube, his fat cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucked in more of the rich, calorie-packed mixture. His eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed with the pleasure of indulgence, before closing again. Each swallow sent a faint ripple through his neck and chest, and I couldn’t stop staring, mesmerized by the steady rise and fall of his belly as it filled.

“That’s all your fat ass wants, isn’t it?” I continued, coaxing out the pleasure in him I knew was building. “To be bigger, and fatter, to take up even more space. Isn’t this enough? All this?”

I pressed my hands harder against his gut, feeling its warmth and the subtle tension beneath the soft layers of fat.

“Listen to you,” I purred, my voice thick with arousal. “Slurping it down like it’s nothing, like you don’t already outweigh every piece of furniture in this room. You’re such a glutton, Cai. You don’t even care, do you?”

Cairo sighed through the tube, a faint flush creeping into his cheeks. His hands roamed his thick thighs now, squeezing the sides, pressing into their growing fullness.

I shifted closer, unable to resist as the heat in my own body rose. I leaned over his massive form, letting my fingertips trace the outline of his overfed chest and shoulders. “You love this,” I whispered, my lips inches away from his ear. “Being spoiled, being stuffed. You love knowing you’re outgrowing everything—clothes, chairs… even me.”

He groaned deeply, and a shudder ran through his body. I was squirming now, my own thighs rubbing together as I let my hands wander further. They sank into the deep folds of his belly, squeezing and kneading as I pressed my body closer.

“And you’ll just beg for more tomorrow.” I continued, my voice dripping with mock chastisement. “You’ll tell yourself it’s too much, that you’re too full, but you’ll still take it. Just like you always do.”

Cairo’s grip on his belly tightened, his fingers sinking into the plush softness as he swallowed more of the mixture. A low, muffled moan escaped him, and I could feel the vibration of it through his chest. My own breath quickened as I shifted, reaching to pick up as much of his heavy belly as I could manage, one knee pressing into his side for better leverage. I lifted it up, weighing the heft of it gently in my hands.

‘Fuck,’ I thought. His belly alone was so heavy, so massive I could barely lift it. I let it drop back down, onto his erection straining underneath.

“You’re such a good boy,” I murmured, letting my lips brush against his full cheek. I kissed it lightly. “So greedy, so big. Do you even realize how much I love this? Watching you lose yourself in every sip—knowing I’m the reason you can’t stop?”

Cairo’s eyes opened, dark and heavy-lidded, and for a moment, I thought he might respond. But he didn’t. Instead, he reached for my hand, guiding it further down his belly, forcing me to feel just how much space he was taking up.

I gasped softly at his boldness, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. “Yeah,” I whispered, my voice trembling with barely-contained excitement. “Show me how much you can take. Show me just how fat I’ve made you.”

The tube gurgled faintly as the last of the toffee cream mixture disappeared into his mouth. He swallowed one final time, his breathing heavy now, his body quivering under my touch. I leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of him sprawled out on the couch, his belly taut and heavy, his chest rising and falling in slow, labored breaths.

The urge to be closer to him, on him, to feel him, took over. I climbed fully onto his lap, straddling the massive expanse of his belly, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for support. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden move as he looked up at me, a mix of surprise and hunger in his gaze.

Cairo’s hands found my waist, his grip firm despite the softness of his body. “I’m not stopping,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “Not until you make me.”

A shiver ran through me at his words, and I whimpered. As much as I knew the words that would set him off, he also knew mine. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. My hands slid up to his neck, pulling him closer as his plush body pressed into mine, anchoring me in his fatness. I could feel his body wobbling beneath me, his massive hands tightening around my waist as he tried to draw me even nearer. Every sound, every shudder that escaped him only fueled my desire, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against him, savoring the friction, the sheer size of him.

But as much as I wanted to lose myself in him, there was something else I wanted to cross off my list. Reluctantly, I pulled back, breaking the kiss, my chest heaving as I struggled to steady my breath. Cairo looked up at me, lips slightly parted, his eyes heavy with arousal and longing. The sight of him like this—completely undone, full to bursting—sent another thrill through me.

I slid off his lap, my fingers brushing against his belly one last time before I stood. My legs felt shaky, but I steadied myself, smoothing my hair as I turned back to him.

“Come,” I said, extending my hand toward him, my voice low and inviting.

Cairo hesitated for only a moment, then leaned forward with a groan, his immense belly shifting as he started to rise. His eyes never left mine, and as his hand reached out to take mine, I couldn’t help but smile giddily as I led him toward the bedroom.






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