Jerkinoff

“No, baby, I’m serious. I bought you something… I was going to surprise you when we got back.”

with a click of her seatbelt and between labored breaths, she sighed, “you spoil me too much… ugh… look at me.” She struggled to slide a finger between the seatbelt and her belly.

“nonsense.” He said. “An angel like you needs to be spoiled. A little extra fluff is proof that I’m doing a good job. A deep red crept across her face. “You’re too sweet.” She said shyly, “but I don’t think I have any room for dessert. I can barely breathe.” She lightly patted her belly.

When they returned home, he helped her out of the car once more, tenderly kissing her hand upon the opening of the car door. “jeez…” she huffed, face looking extra puffy, “You’re going to have to help me out of this dress.” Upon reaching their apartment door, she found herself leaned back on their fluffy couch, belly pinned on lap, bulging out of her dress. “Tired?” He smirked. She made a faint moan in retort. He left the room only to return with a huge chocolate cake. His lover’s eyes sprung wide, a slight fear behind her gaze.

“At least try it. Do it for me, angel?” He said. She couldn’t help but smile, she knew he took such good care of her. He plopped himself next to her on the couch, fork in hand. “Open up.” He cooed. And she did just that. Gently he fed her bite after bite until the equivalent of a slice was left. “I thought you were full.” He teased. Truth be told, she was full halfway through their dinner date. Now, she was uncomfortably stuffed. She couldn’t even lift her arms if she wanted to. One pudgy hand lay gently on her heavily rising and falling belly. He couldn’t help but poke at it. “Hey- hic- stop that.” She whined. “I can’t help it…” he said, “I love seeing you like this.” Amongst labored breaths, she cracked a sweet innocent smile. “Come on baby, just a little more.” He held another large chocolatey bite up to her plump lips. By now, her dress had ridden up so much that her underbelly was almost showing. She was bursting out of her clothes, each roll heavily accentuated, her deep bellybutton print showing through her dress. She hesitated, and took another bite… and another… and another. Until she reached the final one. Her expression was a mix of pained and aroused. Her eyebrows heavily kneaded, bottom lip partially bit. She couldn’t help herself from moaning and groaning. He couldn’t tell if she was turned on or just pained. Either or, she complied. She took the final bite and sighed. She had never looked so fat before. She was always chubby, but ever since they started dating, she had been piling on the pounds. She was his fat little angel, heaving and moaning. She wriggled around for a moment, deciding if she wanted to get up. She attempted to sit up, only to hear a large tear. She gasped. The side of her dress had slip, her fat side roll poking out the side. She dared not to move. “Look what you’ve done to me-“ she groaned. “What am I going to do”. He positioned himself infront of her, gesturing for her to lean back. As she did so, the tear spread all the way to the bottom of her dress. Her thick thigh and fat muffin top completely exposed on one side. She didn’t even have the energy to instinctively cover herself.

It had been awhile since she had worn her swimsuit, looking in the mirror now, she felt humiliated. Her tiny black bikini barely contained her fat body. Her boobs looked like they were on the constant verge of breaking the tiny pieces of string and cloth that held them. Her bottoms were almost entirely covered by her hanging belly. She turned to the side, shocked at how much fatter she had gotten over the last year. Her belly stuck slumped out and her sides were essentially composed of two large blubbery rolls.

“What’s taking so long?” Her roommate called

“Just a moment”

She quickly shuffled to find some sort of cover up. Alas, a large baggy shirt and long flowing skirt had to do.

They greeted each other at the bathroom door and he suggested they bring food. Before she even had time to answer he was with a handheld cooler. She didn’t protest.

They made their way to the shore and found a secluded spot. “Nice isn’t it?” He said. She nodded with a blank face. She tried her best to hide her stares, his body was so much different than hers. She could see the light rivets in his sides that was his rib cage. The intense V taper that went from his hip bones downward. There wasn’t an inch of fat on that man.

“Help me out will you?” He said, tossing her a bottle of sunscreen. “I burn easily, can’t get my back”. She complied, massaging the cream into his back. She was so much paler than him, she knew she needed the same sort of assistance.

After they finished he turned to her and said, “need help on your end?”

“No… I don’t think I’ll swim” she said.

“You don’t have to swim. Just if you wanted to get more comfortable? It’s terribly hot and you’re sitting there in a cotton shirt and long skirt. Didn’t you bring a swimsuit?”

It didn’t take much to convince her, but she still felt very much embarrassed. Maybe she could get away with only taking her shirt off? Her skirt was high enough wasted that her belly wasn’t too exposed.

She sighed and struggled to removed her shirt. She caught him staring for a brief moment before he averted his eyes. She began to apply sunscreen to herself, her chest, arms, face. And of course, she couldn’t reach her back. She gestured for his aid, and without any form of hesitation, he plopped himself right behind her and began to gently massage the cream onto her back. He was slow with it, taking his time. It felt like he was kneading dough. He hands found themselves between her back rolls, gently caressing and making sure no spot is left unchecked. She hated to admit it but the shame quickly faded as he fondled her rolls, desire replaced such feeling.

All too soon he was done. “Thanks” she said. He simply nodded.

They chatted in the sun for awhile before he decided to open his cooler. Peaking over his shoulder she could see that he brought an absurd amount of food and drink. Without asking, he brings out a massive tub of ice cream as well as a couple of waters. He hands her a plastic spoon and she notices that he had only brought one. “Don’t want any?” She said. “No. I’m enjoying the heat. You on the other hand. You seem like you need something to cool you down. You’re sweating a lot.” Immediately her face flushed, was it really that bad. She pressed the back of her hand to her chubby cheek and sure enough, she was drenched. She didn’t respond but rather began to eat in silence. Every now and then she’d catch him glancing at her. His eyes would drift, not so subtly to her oversized belly, whose shape was not very well concealed beneath her skirt. She didn’t even realize how much she had eaten until her spoon reached the bottom of the carton. How was that possible? She must have zoned out. She shifted to reach for some water but he was a step ahead. He placed the bottle in her hand and returned to the cooler with a different flavor of ice cream. The thickness of the cream had dried her out and in a moment of clarity she began to chug the entire water bottle. At this point her belly was starting to hurt. The elastic waistband of her skirt was beginning to dig into her. But god she was just so hot. She wiped her brow and asked for more water. “Here, you still look hot. Have some more” he said, now with the spoon in his hand and a dollop of ice cream atop. She huffed, “that’s absurd. I finished the entire tub. I don’t need more. I just need water.” She said. He shrugged and handed her another bottle. She drank for a bit and then felt the burning sun’s wrath upon her body. Fatigued and helplessly full she panted. He found his way to her side again, holding another dollop of ice cream to her face. She decided to take a bite. The coolness soothing the inside of her mouth immediately. “It’ll be good for you” he said as he not so subtly put his hand on the side of her belly. She didn’t care, she just wanted his touch. She opened her mouth again, now even before he had the chance to get more. A smile crept on his face. “Hungry?” He said, feeding her another very large spoonful. “No… I’m quite full actually. But it just feels so good in my mouth. You’re right. I’m cooling down again.” He smiled and continued to feed her. She slowed down quickly, each bite followed by heavy pants. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her belly which was moving up and down with each breath. He found himself closer to her with each bite, until his thumb had inched its way into her waistband, “you’d feel alot better without this” he whispered. She could feel how hard he was in her lap, truly her body did turn him on. She nodded in agreement and he gently slid the skirt off of her. Immediately, a sigh of relief. Her belly flopped into her lap, a red mark imprinted on her upper stomach from the tightness of the skirt. “God” she muttered in embarrassment. He couldn’t hide his intention anymore, he reached to her jiggly hips, or belly, he couldn’t quite tell, and pulled her a little closer to him. He held the spoon to her lips once more, she hesitated, still heaving. She looked so bloated. He didn’t know how her swimsuit was staying on. Finally, she took the bite. She let a moan escape her lips and she put her hand on the side of her belly. “Ugh… I can’t anymore… god… look at me” she muttered. He only smiled, “I don’t see a problem. I think you can do more.” She gave him a surprised look. He ducked down and kissed the pooch of fat right below her naval. His breath lingered on her skin before he went in for another kiss. She moaned again, leaned her head back and arching her belly forward. “Just a few more” he said, coming back up to her eye level. She glanced at the carton, now almost empty. Wincing, she opened her mouth. He spoon fed her the final bites whilst caressing her heavy belly. She felt like she was going to pop. Paralyzed by her own body she just sat there.

“Your tummy is quite pale.” He remarked. She felt dazed, hoping that he would take matters into his own hands.

That he did. A fat dollop of sunscreen and he was rubbing his hands all over her belly. She felt tight but still very squishy. His hands weaved their way in and out of her rolls. Never had she felt so vulnerable, nor turned on. He then moved on to her thighs. He’d squeeze them and deeply massage with his palms. At one point her had to slide his hands beneath her belly to reach her uppermost thighs. “You’re so soft” he muttered. She groaned and leaned her back against the cooler. He looked up to smile at her before he began to kiss her tummy. He’d lick and nip at her squishiest parts, his fingers digging into her sides. He’d give her sides a jolt and her entire body would jiggle. She couldn’t contain her pleasure, she wanted nothing more than for him to get her off. Then he stopped, her eyes shot open. He palmed her stomach and gently patted it.

“Hi sweetheart.”

He snapped back into consciousnesses, and there he saw her, tall, strong, as beautifully terrifying as ever.

He struggled to move, he trashed his shoulders,

“What are you doing here?” He panted.

“You don’t remember?” She said. “We were on a date? It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” She said, leaving the room and then nonchalantly returning with a large bowl and also a large batter evidently full of something chocolatey, due to the hypnotizing smell.

He cocked his head to the side, “what’s going on?”

She kneeled to his level, holding a large spoonful of mac and cheese to his face. “Well, I was trying to keep it a secret but I couldn’t help myself any longer”.

Without much else to do, he obediently took a bite. Instant gratification, warm, creamy, cheese.

“I’m sure you haven’t noticed but…” she continued, “I’ve been trying to put a little weight on you. And, for the most part I succeeded…” she lightly patted his chubby tummy, “but I fear you’re not growing as fast as I’d like you to.”

She reached for another spoonful, but this time he refused to bite. “The fuck? You’re the reason I’ve been gaining so much weight? How? Why?” Said whilst uncomfortably wriggling within his restraints.

She chuckled, “you mindlessly eat baby. I bring you junk all the time and you eat without a second thought. Not to mention, all those recipes I alter for you… extra fluffy pancakes, triple chocolate and cream cookie sandwiches, extra calories in nearly everything I’ve made for you…”

When he opened his mouth to protest, she shoved the spoon down his throat. Hesitantly, he chewed and then swallowed. She wasn’t kidding about the recipes, this Mac and cheese tasted so … heavy. Two bites was enough to suffice as a snack.

Again, she spoon fed him another bite. He turned his head, sealing his lips shut.

“No need to put on an act, you know you’ll enjoy this” she said, climbing onto his thighs and grabbing his face, “eat” she said.

He refused until he felt the stinging sensation of her nails digging into his cheeks and jaw, effectively she unhinged his jaw and shoved the spoonful down. As if she could read his mind, she got up and returned with a carton of milk for his thickly coated throat. He allowed her to pour it down his throat. Once again, something tasted off, hardier. It poured down his throat with a thickness that couldn’t be denied as anything other than heavy cream. Holding back a gag, he shut his eyes, allowing the excess cream to pour down his neck and onto his white tank top. When he pulled away, she only forced it further down his throat. He could feel his belly filling already. Tightness ensuing alongside a shortness of breath.

Finally, she showed a sliver of mercy and put the carton down. Judging by what was left, she had made him down half of it.

With lust filled eyes and returned with her spoon from the entirely too large bowl of mac and cheese. To avoid the pain, he reluctantly followed her command. And he did so again. And again. And again. Each bite becoming more difficult as he began to pant and sweat. His tank top (that was slightly too tight to begin with) was beginning to ride up his heavy belly. His waistband felt tighter and with every breath he could swear he’d look down and look fatter.

She continued to feed him. And when he began to slow down she’d shove more heavy cream down his throat. He had almost thrown up a few times before stopping himself. Finally, after much torture, she bowl was empty as was the carton.

She sighed, chuckling a little as she did so. “Look at you” she said. “So pathetic. Slumped over in defeat, covered in heavy cream and sweat. You’re breathing so hard you’d think you must’ve just worked out! Clearly, you don’t.” She slid her hand beneath his tank top and inched her way to his sides. She gave his love handles a squeeze and then a jiggle, “god look at you”.

Helpless, he was pinned down by his own fatigue. His very stuffed belly wasn’t helping either. Somehow, amongst the uncomfortably, he felt a bliss within his useless state. So undeniably vulnerable. He felt himself getting turned on as he acknowledged his state.

“We’re not done yet.” She said, sliding out the large platter of brownies. She then left and returned with yet another carton of heavy cream.

He moaned, “please no, I can’t take anymore”

She smiled, “you can. And you will”

Memories came tumbling back, they were at a dinner before he lost consciousness. She was feeding him from across the table, sweetly. He was harboring an entire dinner’s worth ontop of everything else, no wonder he felt so sick.

She held the brownie to his face. The once hypnotizing smell turned rancid in his nose. The mere thought of eating made him feel nauseous. But how could he resist? To feel just a little more powerless. A little more pathetic. God wouldn’t that he euphoric. He opened and she gently fed him. Delicious and hardy. As expected. With pleading eyes he begged. At this point he wasn’t sure what he was begging for any more, for this to stop or for her to force more down his throat. Luckily she had already made up her mind and shoved another entire brownie into his mouth. He moaned, not only from pain but from the pleasure that accompanied it. He didn’t even realize how hard he was until he felt his underbelly touch the tip of his erection through his basketball shorts. “Jesus” he huffed, now uncomfortably squirming in his seat.

“I can tell you’re enjoying yourself” she said, bringing out the dreaded carton. Pressed to his lips, he began to guzzle as much as he could, whimpering and moaning as he struggled to do so. Cream flowed down the corners of his mouth and retraced their previous steps. How pathetic. He could no longer think. All that was on his mind was pain and pleasure. He felt so fat. He was so fat. He wanted nothing more than the tight waistband to be freed from his hips. For his tight tank top to be ripped off of his body. Every restriction from the inside of his body to his skin to his clothes rendered him even more horny. In his dazed state, she’d take his lazy head and feed him more and more until gentle tears streamed down his cheeks. He wasn’t even aware that there were no more brownies for the last part of his sexual torture included the last of the heavy cream and the gentle caresses of his lady.

He felt as if he were going to pass out, he huffed and groaned, wriggling in place. It hurt to move but it also felt so incredibly good. He grinded his hips but the fatigue was too strong. He simply squirmed in place. “My” shed say, tone overcome with desire. Her fingers found their way to his waistband and she’d snap it against his skin.

“Please” he’d beg. “Please” he’d whimper.

Belly rising and falling, hanging out from a ridden up tank top, his tits lay heavy and constrained. She’d pat the sides of his tummy and caress and shake it.

“Please” he’d groan.

However, by nature, he tended to over indulge. He didn’t think much of his habits. Eating was always in the background of doing something else. Another task on the work computer or simply playing a video game. He’d always be eating. He had always been a little heavier, but this winter, work had become increasingly consuming. Consequently, his extra time infront of the screen allowed for him to mindlessly snack for much longer.

His waistband begun to dig into his soft hips and his once baggy t-shirt now clung to his tummy.

Of course in the past, he’d get full but continue to eat, typically stopping whenever he was done with the task at hand. However, these tasks had become increasingly time consuming.

Hours pass and his breath would become short. An intense uncomfortable feeling overcoming his senses. Never had he felt so stuffed before. He could no longer focus on work, his mind becoming a haze. His belly felt painfully tight, paralyzing him in his seat. Along with the extreme discomfort, another feeling arose. Something about his state created an extreme sense of arousal. He realized that he liked being this full. So indescribably helpless and pathetic. The feeling of fullness had grown in the background of his mind until it became impossible to ignore, now that overcoming subconscious feeling was arousal. He rested his hand atop his belly and slightly pressed down. He groaned, the pressure becoming overwhelming. For the first time in many hours, he took his attention away from the computer screen. Endless bags once containing chips and cookies scattered his desk. A plastic box once containing brownie bites lay right below his monitor, only crumbs remained. A large empty bowl of mac and cheese also remained at his desk, quite frankly, he didn’t even remember eating it. There were empty bottles of soda at his feet as well as an empty large DQ blizzard. His face began to feel hot, realizing how much he ate, his arousal only grew.

“Shit”.

He leaned back, sliding his hand down the very tight waistband of his pants. A paper was kicked beneath his feet. It felt as if there was something else in the bag. He couldn’t imagine eating anymore. Well, he could, and he was, and the thought endlessly turned him on but also caused nausea. The confusion and shame he once felt was beginning to fade, instead being overrun by lust. He struggled to lean over, his belly getting in the way, causing his shirt to rise up ever so slightly. He retrieved the bag, placing on his desk. There were a few donuts left inside. At that moment he imagined himself, how pathetic he must’ve looked; sitting in his office chair, leaning back and pinned down by his own fat stomach, his hand halfway into the front of his pants, pressing into his embarrassingly large fat pad that had grown above his groin. Contemplating eating, just a little more. If he felt this good now, he imagined how much better it would be to push himself just a little further. And so he did just that. He struggled to reach the bag at his desk. He grabbed a donut and before he allowed himself to think, he shoved a good half of it into his mouth. Heavenly as well as painful, each swallow was a struggle. He could physically feel himself getting fatter. Pain arose and yet he continued to eat. He grabbed another. And then another. Until he physically couldn’t move anymore. His hands covered in grease, he attempted to get himself off, but he couldn’t maneuver himself into the right position without hurting his belly.

“Shit”

Recently, after moving in with her, she had noticed his hedonistic tendencies. Likely, it was the first time he was able to indulge freely. He would nap for long hours and eat an excess amount of food. Each meal and snack was followed by pastries. She started to notice how his face had started to become rounder. The button downs that he would typically wear and tuck into his belt struggled to contain his newly acquired squish. When he’d go to tuck his shirt in the front, his belly would slightly hang over his waistband and belt. Every day he seemed to struggle more and more with it.

These recent sights had awakened something within her. She found herself entranced with his body. In the night she’d pleasure herself to these memories. The way his pants would squeeze his thighs, the glimpse of tummy that she would catch when he stretched, the softening of his jawline. It drove her crazy. She couldn’t help but want to lean into his tendencies, and so she did.

“Hey hun, long day?” She greeted him at the door, kissing his cheek and placing her hand on his side.

“Yeah… I’ve just been so tired recently. Everything is so overwhelming.” He replied coming inside.

“I made something for you.” she said guiding him to the kitchen. She had always loved cooking for people, but an excitement followed by a deep desire began to build within.

“You’re my angel.” He said, hugging her from behind and burying his face in her neck.

A tray of thick fluffy brownies lay spotlight in the middle of the counter. They looked and smelt delicious. Even better, she had packed as many extra calories as she could within each bite. Extra cream, frosting, sugar, butter, fat. She left him with the tray and he began to eat. The next morning, the entire batter was gone.

“Didn’t leave any for me? You must be such a hungry boy… do I need to feed you more?” She teased

He blushed, a little embarrassed over the event. “No, I think I need to start cutting down. Im starting to feel a little fat.” He said timidly.

She scoffed and then gave him a hug. He tummy felt bloated against hers. A spark of blood rushed downwards. “You’re perfect.” She said.

Over the next few weeks, despite saying that he wanted to lose weight, he made no effort to do so. His habits continued. After work he’d grab some sort of treat and return home to lounge and sleep. She always accompanied and pampered him. She’d buy fattening snacks and leave them around the house. She’d bake a lot more and when she ordered takeout for herself, she’d always get him twice the portion.

One morning before work she caught him struggling to button a pair of pants. He had only bought the pair a week prior. He had stopped wearing button downs and opted for t-shirts for the day and tank tops for the night. He fumbled with the belt before ultimately giving up and sitting down, his rather large belly flopping in his lap. His thin white tank top rode up as he did so, causing him to frustratingly pull and yank down at the clothing. He noticed her glances from across the room and became embarrassed, “shit, have I really gained this much weight?” He said. She frowned came to his side. He had trouble looking her in the eyes. “It’s normal to gain a bit of weight at the beginning of a relationship” she said inching her hand to his back. When he looked down at his body his double chin became more pronounced and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to pamper and feed him. He chuckled a little, “I feel like your fattening me up”. This caught her by surprise, she didn’t think he’d be so observant. “Baby I only make you treats sometimes. You do the rest.” She began to hold his side, stroking his lovehandle with her thumb. “You’re right.” He said, sounding defeated.

For the new few months she continued with her tactics of getting him to eat more. He simply couldn’t resist. The sex was getting so much better, his body was so soft and he’d get out of breath so easily. She loved to dominate him and she would even feed him pastries as apart of aftercare.

Of course, he couldn’t help but notice her heightened attraction to him. Her hands would always hover around his belly or soft hips. Her eyes would dart to places he’d never expect. He felt self conscious but accompanied by this feeling was an intense lust. He loved it.

He began to allow his waistband to grow without resistance. The muscles on his arms softened. His belly grew large and soft. Every part of his body became a storage spot for fat. All of his clothes were tight. In lighter clothing his rolls could be seen from the side.

She came behind him one day and attempted to wrap her arms around his body. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and playfully patted the underside of his belly. “You’ve gotten really soft… I love it” she whispered into his ear. “You’ve made me this way” he whispered back.

“Want to keep going?” She asked him.