My truck bounced into the lot and I parked in front of Maria’s place. I had been coming here every night for two weeks and her cooking was really beginning to show on my gut. I slipped in the door just before closing time and she smiled at me. I took a seat near the back of the small restaurant and looked at the menu. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Maria. She was beautiful: big brown eyes and a tangle of curly brown hair. She had wide hips and a soft, bulging belly. Her tight jeans squeezed out rolls of fat that jiggled when she moved. She wore a low cut sweater and the quivering of her cleavage was beyond distracting. She rippled over to my table and took my order.
“Are you sure that’s enough,” she said giggling at my large order, " that belly looks like it can hold a little more now than when you first started coming here.“
I blushed, “I know, I can’t resist your food – I’m going to get huge if I don’t stop coming here.”
Maria’s face broke into a big smile, “I’d love to see that, nothing sexier than watching a thin, hot guy totally let himself go.”
My cock hardened against my tight jeans, I blushed even deeper. Maria leaned down and brushed her lips against my ear, “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Is that why you’ve been in here every night, hmmmm, you want me to fatten you like a pig?”
“Yes, oh god, yes, please.” I blurted.
Maria laughed confidently then patted my belly. “Unzip your pants, chubs, I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two large platters of food. She placed them in front of me and pulled a chair alongside mine.
“I’m going to stretch you out so you can hold plenty of food. Now open up.”
I moaned as she began shoving food in my eager mouth.
“Rub your cock while I feed you,” she said, “That’s a good boy, Maria’s going to make you nice and fat.”
I groaned with desire. My gut stretched as she fed me, my nipples hardened, my balls tightened. I could feel myself giving in utterly. I imagined how good it would feel to let her fatten me like cattle.
When Maria was done with me, I was packed so tight I was panting. She kissed me lightly on the lips, nibbled my ear and whispered,
“I want you here every night until you’re so fucking fat your wife leaves you. Then, and only then, will I let you fuck me. You are going to get very good at jerking yourself off in the meantime.” My head spun, I stumbled to my feet and waddled to the truck, my pants still unzipped, cock painfully hard.
I returned every night for several weeks. I swelled like a balloon.
One evening, Maria sent me home more stuffed and horny than usual. I intended to go straight to bed and lay there enjoying the feeling of my engorged belly. I was undressed, waddling toward the bed, my engorged cock slapping my distended gut, when my wife came out of our bathroom. I looked ridiculous and had gotten so fat my love handles bulged without any pants to help them along. I heard her gasp at the sight of me. My nipples stiffened. Excitement stirred in my chest, my throat went dry. She dropped her towel and came towards me. This is it, I thought, we’re going to have the “fat talk.” I smiled at thought of Maria’s promise to fatten me into divorce. My wife slid her arms around me and moaned deep and guttural. she pressed her warm fit body into mine. Her breath quickened, she lovingly squeezed my belly, then my fat chest.
“Oh god, baby, I’ve been trying to keep quiet, I was so afraid if I said something you’d start dieting,” she squeezed a love handle “ but…but you’ve been eating like such a pig, getting so FAT. I can’t help myself.” She pushed me to the bed and caught me by the cock as I fell. I tried to sit up and talk to her. She easily pushed me back down.
“Don’t you dare move, fat boy, I’ve been trying to blimp you up for the last four years and it’s finally happening, you just lay there while I enjoy this.”
Pain and desire and relief crossed her face. I realized how frustrated she must have been hoping I would eventually gain, only to be disappointed year after year. She straddled me like a jockey mounting a too-fat horse and began to ride slowly using two handfuls of belly like reins.
“Oh you naughty, overfed hog,” she panted, “getting so fat mama can’t resist you.” Her pace quickened and she came quickly and again and again . I lay there like a beached whale as she started again as if she was fucking the bottled up desire out of her system. I had never seen her happier - or more satisfied.
We lay together after, kissing and cuddling, and she stroked my softening body. I told her about Maria − she loved the idea of her husband being fattened by another woman and insisted my nightly visits continue. The next evening when I pulled into that parking lot, my wife was with me.
Anger clouded Maria’s face as she saw a strange woman at my table. She came quickly to the table, but before she could speak my wife cut her off.
“Are you the one who’s been fattening my husband like some kind of farm animal?”
Maria stammered, my wife continued.
“Just look at this round belly you’ve put on him,” she jerked up my shirt and slapped my bloated pot, “I can’t believe how big he’s gotten in the last two months.”
Maria read the situation correctly and grabbed a handful of my fat and wobbled it.
“If he wasn’t such a greedy fat tub of jelly, I wouldn’t have to stuff him like a greedy lard ass fat boy every night.”
My wife moaned with pleasure, “ Oh Maria, you beautiful chubby chaser, please bring him twice what you normally feed him. Now that he has two feeders, he’ll be eating twice as much.”
Maria laughed loud, “oh goodness, he’s going to get VERY big, Senora.”
Maria loaded the table with food and then, as she giggled excitedly, crawled under the table. She pulled my cock out and began sucking enthusiastically. My eyes rolled back. I gasped. My wife stuffed bite after bite into my mouth while telling me how fat I was going to get, very fat and very submissive, she said. I was in heaven. Maria slurped happily. My gut stretched, stretched, stretched with food. My wife was giddy with desire. When I was finally so full I could take no more, Maria came out from under the table as she leaned over to kiss me, a thick fat roll popped out from under her sweater. Without missing a beat, my wife grabbed ahold.
“Look at this,” she said waggling the thick roll of tummy fat, “looks like my husband’s not the only greedy porker around here.”
Maria’s breathing quickened. A wave of pure desire rippled through her body.
My wife said, “Sit down next to my husband, tubby , let’s see how much food we can shove in you.”
Maria sat down excitedly. My wife continued, “Unbutton your pants, fatso, you’re going to make yourself come while I feed you like a fat sow.”
“Oh yes, please Senora, feed me, feed me like a pig.” Maria said panting.
She slid her hand down the front of her pants and began masturbating. My wife shoved handfuls of the remaining food into her mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Maria’s belly stretching with each mouthful, inching farther and farther out onto her lap. Soon she was as bloated and stretched out as I was and sat back glassy-eyed. My wife stood and gloated over her two fattened hogs.
“I want to watch you two try and hump each other,” my wife said laughing, then patted both our tight bellies, "it should be quite a sight with these two stuffed bags of fat in the way.“
Maria and I waddled slowly to the kitchen, groaning and panting the entire way. My wife helped me onto a large, sturdy prep table and eased me onto my back. I lay there, incredibly aroused and naked. She said to Maria, “Climb up on him, lard ass.” Maria moaned excitedly and struggled onto the table. With some effort, she was able to get me inside her and straddle me. Our food-packed bellies pressed uncomfortably. I was useless, all I could do was lay there and moan. Maria wriggled and bounced very slowly, each movement causing pressure on our packed tummies. We both came quickly. My wife broke into a huge grin, “That was so hot. I’ve never seen two people move less when during sex. Your bellies are so round, I’m amazed you could fuck at all! ”
These feedings continued and the pounds piled on. My wife kept lithe and fit, Maria and I ballooned. Maria grew quite fat, but my gain was the most alarming. Maria’s feedings were limited to our nightly meetings, my wife, however, kept me eating around the clock. Every moment my mouth was empty my wife took as an invitation to feed me: fast food, pastries, cakes, pies, midnight snacks, second helpings, third helpings, fourths. I grew hoggishly fat.
After a year at the hands of my two feeders, I was unrecognizable to anyone who knew me before. My belly stuck out embarrassingly and jiggled violently whenever I moved. My love handles swelled into thick,wobbly, bulging loaves of lard that folded over the waistline of my pants. My thighs and ass grew heavy and dimpled and jiggled rhythmically when I walked; my bloated buttocks bounced, my thighs rubbed. I got out of breath just waddling to the refrigerator.
My wife grinned wolfishly as I waddled to the truck. I opened the passenger door and struggled into the seat. I settled in and moved my heavy, sagging belly into a more comfortable position. My wife slid over and began pinching my rolls and kissing my fat cheeks.
“How’d it go?” she said.
“They fired me. Jesus, it took them long enough. I’m almost 500 pounds.
What kind of board lets their Director of Sales get that big?”
My wife laughed and continued to fondle my belly, “It’s ‘cause your VP is a chubby chaser.”
My wife was convinced that every woman I knew was a closeted fat lover.
I laughed and reached into the glove box for a candy bar and she slid back to her side and started up the truck. She continued to pinch and wiggle my fat and tease at my jiggling tits as we bounced along towards Maria’s. She purposely hit potholes and bumps then grinned as I wobbled like a mountain of jello.
We got to Maria’s just as she was closing up, “Tell her,” my wife said.
“Tell me what?”
“I got fired for getting too fat. They said it was unprofessional.” I replied sheepishly.
She poked my huge belly and laughed, “It looks pretty professional to me; this is just the kind of belly I like to see on a businessman.”
I blushed at her teasing. She continued to prod and squeeze, “Look at all this fat, you pig, you were so skinny when I met you. What happened?” She laughed and my wife joined the kneading and groping .
“Somebody got fed up like a hog,” my wife added, fondling my back fat, “what happened, fat boy, did your two feeders turn you into a lazy, waddling hippo?” More laughing, prodding and pinching.
“Let’s get him in the back room,” Maria said.
They stripped me and helped me onto the large prep table in the kitchen. Maria waddled out of view. My wife pushed me face down and tied my wrists and ankles to each corner of the table so that I was tied spread-eagle, face down. She stood back to admire her work. I heard Maria come around the corner pushing a cart of some kind, “Look how wide he’s gotten, he’s grown soft and fat like a woman!”
“I know…I know,” my wife said. I could hear the lust tightening her voice. Maria pushed the cart to the front of table. It was loaded with food and desserts. My wife climbed up on the table and began applying lube between my heavy buttocks.
Maria smiled, “Are you ready celebrate, fat boy? Your wife told me you were 490 this morning - it’s time to weigh 500 pounds like a good piggy should.”
“Oink.”
My wife spread my oversized cheeks and pushed the strap-on deep inside me. Maria pulled up on my nose and shoved a jelly donut in my mouth. I grunted with pleasure.
“That’s it, you overstuffed fatty, grunt while I peg you,” my wife said.
Maria cooed in my ear, "You naughty tub of lard, this is what happens when you get so fat all your feeders want to do is stuff you and fuck you.“ She shoved more food in. My cheeks stretched, my wife thrust rhythmically.
“Goodness Senora, look those rolls jiggle, you could use them like handlebars.”
My wife moaned and squeezed and tugged my fat. She was close to cumming.
“Oh you greedy fat pig, you fat fucking hog,” her breath caught in her throat, “ All you do is sit on this huge ass and eat, you’re such a greedy tubby fat boy, oh god, oh god,” She slapped my wide hips and squeezed my love handles and she buried the dildo to its hilt, she convulsed, and then collapsed onto my soft bulk. She whimpered and murmured incoherently, blissfully.
“Now it’s my turn,” Maria said.
As Maria wiggled her bloated bulk into the harness, my wife took her place at the front of the table and continued shoving goodies into my greedy mouth.
“That’s it, tubby, keep feeding that ass, I want it HUGE,” she said.
I grunted in reply.
Maria struggled to get the strap-on inside me, her heavy, bulging belly made insertion difficult. She giggled. “Goodness, fatty, soon we won’t be able to do this at all, especially they way you’re growing.” She laughed and shoved about a third of it in. Her soft, warm belly pushed eagerly against my wide, wobbling cheeks. She delighted in my soft hips, using enormous handfuls to leverage her thrusts.
My wife packed my mouth with food and humiliated me for getting so fat, “All my girlfriends can talk about now is how big you’ve gotten. ‘He used to be so hot,’ they say, ‘but now, Jesus, it’s almost like he’s getting fat on purpose, and they way he eats, my word.’ It makes me so horny when they talk like that. I just want to make you fatter.”
I moaned my approval. My gut stretched. I heard Maria’s breath quicken. Our fat slapped loudly as her strokes intensified. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful as my wife fed me and Maria came loudly, “Oh you’ve gotten so big, so FAT” she wailed, “you barely had a tummy and now look at you, now look at you!” She collapsed onto me and lay there panting. She was sweaty and out of breath, “Oh my, I need to find a hot, skinny guy to *** me, I’m getting way too fat for all this hard work.”
My wife laughed, “The problem is, he’d be as big as a house in six months, you LOVE to fatten up your men.”
Maria giggled in agreement. I swallowed the last bite of food as my wife untied me. I sat up and smiled contentedly. My overstretched belly pressed out to my knees, painfully stuffed. I looked at my two satisfied feeders, they smiled and moved slowly towards me, ready for round two.
“Oh no, don’t even start,” I said, “I’m too full.”
They’re eyes sparkled and they grinned.
“I’m sure a greedy fatso like you can make some room,” my wife said as she reached under my sagging hog belly and began to stroke my cock. Maria teased and pinched my nipples and lightly rubbed my belly, “Don’t you want to make your feeders happy, piggy?”
I smiled and laid back down on the table. Perhaps they were right, I did have just a bit more room left.
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