I look down at the bowl inches from my mouth, trying to focus my eyes to see whatβs in the creamy soup. He tips the bowl before I can protest, and I think I taste cheese and chicken. The bowlβs too big; I need to breathe, but the flow is constant.
Just as I think Iβm drowning, the bowl empties. My gasps hurt me more β the sharp breaths putting more pressure on my abdomen. He smiles, rubbing the naked belly he grew. His soothing rubs calms me, despite the pain Iβm in. The ropes that tie me to the chair were already uncomfortable to begin with, but with a ton of food stuffed in me, they cut into my fat, giving me little room to expand.
βPlease, Iβm maxed out,β I say, as he brings a milkshake to me. He frowns, and Iβm afraid heβll pinch my sore nipples again, but he just cuts the ropes around my belly. I feel my belly expand several inches, finally free of its bonds.
He pulls my head back with my hair, strapping the funnel to my head. The chocolate milkshake reaches my tongue. The feeling was familiar β the tight straps clamping the end of the tube to my mouth, the rhythm of swallowing I needed to breathe. My freed belly is a relief, but the space I thought I had is filling up quickly.
Topping up my funnel with another milkshake, he straddles me, his fat dick poking my hard belly. I feel his tongue on my left nipple as he plays with my right, his sucking making me erect. My dick is pressed between both our bellies, and we rub against each other slowly. I want to touch his chest and squeeze his butt, but my restraints leave me to his will.
As I become more stuffed, my belly presses into his more and the pressure nearly pushes me over the edge. Backing off suddenly, he unstraps the empty funnel as his dick pokes my chest. His fat gut presses into my face as he reaches behind me, and I hear my handcuffs un-click. Grateful for my free hands, I grab the ball of fat in front of me and rub the best I can, kissing his happy trail.
It was his body that got me into this, his girth impressive and tempting. Foolishly, I told him Iβd do anything for him, craving his affirmation. He took my word, forcing me to grow to be as big as he was, even when I felt like quitting. Only fucking me when I ate, my hungry dick let him stuff me every day, my belly always growing, a bit fatter every day.
I wasnβt allowed to get new clothes until I burst out of my old ones. My co-workers started whispering about how fat I was behind my back, as I struggled to stuff my face with whatever he ordered me to eat. I often got back to the office after lunch break with my buttons straining, my blazer already unable to button to hide the damage beneath. Once, my pants ripped during a meeting when I bent over to pick a pen up, the cum-stained briefs he made me wear fully visible. On other days, the tight discomfort made me buy extra boxes of donuts, and Iβd eat them until my belly finally burst out of my clothes, freeing me from my bonds.
My kisses travel south and I begin sucking, my forehead bumping into his fat belly. I hear him chewing on the eclairs meant for me. Squeezing his belly with my free hand, I hope he finishes the plate for me.
I wasnβt the only one growing since we fucked for the first time in that empty stairwell. While he focused on feeding me, he couldnβt resist the available food too, and some of it inevitably made its way to his stomach. His hairy gut had grown to twice its size since we met, the ball belly now usually one of the largest in any given room.
Last week, we were at a Chinese buffet when he spotted a man whose belly eclipsed both of ours. Inviting the man to join us, the night became an eating contest as we inhaled thousands of calories, anxiously waiting to see whoβd give up first. After eight heaped plates, the other two conceded to a tie, but not before forcing me to have another serving of noodles followed by dessert. Wild sex followed dinner, our stuffed bellies bumping into each other constantly with every thrust. The three of us woke up noticeably fatter than we were a night ago, our faces fuller, our thighs thicker and our guts rounder.
Pulling out of my mouth, he turns me over wordlessly, pushing me on all fours. Surprisingly, the rough carpet brushes against my stuffed belly β my bellyβs finally fat enough to reach the floor for the first time. He rests his gut on my back as he inserts; it feels heavier than what Iβm used to.
βYou like that, piggy? You like feeling my daddy gut on your back as I fuck you?β he taunts, the rhythm picking up. I canβt bring myself to answer, words unable to form as I moan in reply. Thatβs the spot he always hits. My gut rubs against the ground, the new sensation only making it all more intense.
My eyes are open, but I canβt whatβs in front of me. Itβs only when I feel the warm bowl on my lips that I know heβs still feeding me. My huge belly has no more room. I begin gulping.
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