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Daniel is just about to explode.
Right now, his bulging body is having a bit of difficulty with the huge meal he has just eaten – lasagna, fried chicken, buttered mashed potatoes, white creamy chicken gravy, fried cornbread with even more butter, macaroni and cheese.
And now there is cake for dessert.
He looks tired, like he wants a nap. His expression is one of painful apathy. But the stuffing is far from over. He groans with pain but also with a bit of delight.
"Mmmmmmmmppph," he moans as the first slice of cake is stuffed into his mouth.
Daniel is stuffed beyond full, but he cannot stop. He has no choice, no opportunity to stop for even a few minutes. He has to eat.
That is because I won't let him stop.
I am Daniel's girlfriend, Desiree, and I am a feeder. This is what I do. I like to feed and fatten boys up. I have fattened many a boyfriend over the years. If you have never heard of feeders and feedees, you have no idea what joy you may be missing.
Not that poor Daniel is feeling much joy right now. He looks to be in more than a little pain. But it will all be okay soon enough for him.
First the pain, then the pleasure. It will all be worth it. He knows my routine well by now.
I stuff another slice of cake between his thick red lips. "There, there," I whisper tenderly as he struggles to chew and swallow.
He swallows a huge bite, and his rounded belly seems to expand a little bit more. Right in front of my eyes. Of course, that's not possible, I know. Still, it delights me to pretend that his belly is growing deliciously fatter with every bite of this tasty cake. I even imagine I can hear the threads and seams of his underwear sing mournfully with the extra strain of blubber against them.
Daniel has really packed on a lot weight recently – just in the last three months since I met him. He has gone from 152 pounds to nearly 200. The scales read 198 when I weighed him this morning. He will hit 200 today, and this makes me smile. I feel so much joy at his reaching this landmark, and I can only imagine how many more landmark weights I will help him achieve -- or rather, force him to achieve.
He is wearing the only outfit which still fits him. His clothes are very tight on his body; his slacks would probably split their seams if he dared to bend over now. If he even could bend over now. No chance of that in his present bloated condition.
And his dress shirt buttons are straining to contain that belly – all that soft white flesh which peeks out through the gaps between the buttons. He is in desperate need of a new wardrobe. I will have to take him to the mall tomorrow for some clothes shopping. I will convince him to get some clothes which even are a few sizes larger than he is now – room for future growth, I will tell him.
Daniel's waist was 30" when we first met. Now, he is hovering around 37". Maybe I can convince him to buy some 40"s. The way he's growing, it won't be long before he will fill them up.
Today marks great success in my plans – more gluttony than ever. I've really outdone myself this time. And so has he. This meal is the biggest I have ever fixed for him. He's done a great job of eating it all up -- until now.
The red velvet cake with dark chocolate creamy frosting sits on the table in front of him, next to a jug of cold milk. I made this cake especially for him, and I added a few extra secret ingredients – cocoa-flavored weight gain powders, some appetite enhancement mixture and, of course, Viagra.
The Viagra is to help him develop a proper attitude toward all this eating – so that he not only gains weight but also gains a wonderful feedee's sensuality. He will soon welcome the connection between being stuffed, being horny and getting off. Once I am done with him, he won't be able to have an orgasm without being stuffed, and he won't be able to eat without stuffing to the point of orgasm.
Of course, he knows nothing of the secret ingredients, nor of my plans for his body.
If all this seems a bit harsh or wicked, it really isn't. Not if you think about it in the right way. This is a gift I am giving to him – freedom to release his inner glutton, his inner lusts and appetites. Few men ever get such a chance, and Daniel is one of the lucky ones.
Of course, Daniel does not seem so lucky right now. He is breathing with some difficulty, and his eyelids are drooping. He tries to hold them up and looks at me with pleading in his big hazel eyes. But he knows it will do no good to say anything. What Desiree wants, Desiree gets! He knows that by now.
"There, there, babe, take a minute to rest, and I will get you some milk," I whisper as I cut another slice, this one bigger than the last. He knows he really cannot stop eating and getting fatter.
It isn't his fault that he can't stop fattening up. It's me, just giving him more food to eat than his formerly slender body was used to. I am the one making him fatter. He doesn't really have anything to do with it. He told me he doesn't even want to get fat – can you imagine? Soon enough, he will. He will accept this lifestyle willingly.
For now, he has no choice. He can never say no. I won't allow it, and neither will the stimulating chemicals and hormones I have sent coursing through his plump body. It really isn't his fault that he is so hungry all the time.
To Daniel, these last few months have probably seemed a flurry of overeating. Overeating and sex. What more could a young man want! I have kept him constantly filled with all sorts of fattening comfort foods and tasty goodies – junk food, plus my delicious homecooking. I love fat boys, and I enjoy fattening them up.
He's not my first boyfriend, but I think I have finally perfected a way to make everything go better than it has with my other boyfriends. They got a little fat, but then they got away from me. Daniel is not going to get away. I am going to make him too fat to get away.
Plus, my ex-boyfriends were such babies, always whining whenever I wanted to feed them. Sure, they enjoyed the sex, but they weren't willing to make the sacrifice of their fitness in order to enjoy all the sensual pleasures I could deliver.
Daniel moans again as I bring the slice to his mouth.
As I feed him with one hand, I poke his belly with the other. It is getting so nice and soft – like a Teddy bear's belly. He takes a deep breath, and two buttons pop off his shirt exposing his big fleshy belly. One button rolls across the kitchen floor, and my calico cat chases it.
Daniel looks shocked. He tries to speak, but I place more cake into his mouth.
"Shhhh, you don't need to talk," I say softly. "It's okay, dear. We'll get you a new shirt.
He moans and nods his head. After he relaxes a few minutes, I decide to tease him a little, add a little umph to his pain and worries. I do this out of love and caring. The more distressed he is now, the greater his pleasure will be later.
"I see you haven't been watching your weight," I say sarcastically as he blushes. "But I have. I have been watching your weight, and it's been going up, up, up." I giggle.
I reach my hand into his shirt and beneath his belly, unbuttoning his constricting pants and pulling the zipper down, as his belly surges forward so sexy and round. My hand slides beneath his belly which feels so heavy and warm.
"Such a greedy, greedy appetite for such a skinny boy," I whisper seductively. "Well, you used to be skinny. Now that you are getting a little bigger, you must be so hungry all the time. You're getting a big gut that needs to stay filled, dear." I hold a slice of cake to his lips.
Hearing my words, Daniel suddenly looks a little disgusted about all this, and seals his lips firmly together. He looks determined to stop me, but he knows he cannot halt my desires.
"Come on. Eat another slice for me. You're a fat boy now. Don't you want some more cake? I made it especially for you. A couple slices can't possibly be enough to satisfy such a big sexy belly as yours." To emphasize my words, I rub his gut firmly and sensually.
He opens his mouth to speak, maybe to protest, but instead, in goes another cake slice. It's not his fault he is getting so big. He swallows, and his belly grows a fraction more. I help him stand up a little just for a few seconds as I slide his slacks from beneath his fattened rear. He sits down again with a hefty plop, and I tug his pants off his thick thighs and calves.
"You can't fit into these any more, Tubby," I say. "I have let these pants out as far as I can. We'll go shopping for new clothes tomorrow."
He grunts as he chews and swallows. I bring the plastic milk jug to his mouth, and he reluctantly takes several swift swallows of half and half cream and full milk – with a few special secret ingredients I have added – a mixture of hormones to make him more docile and increase his sexual desire and satisfaction. I care for his happiness so much.
I place my hand atop his belly. I swear I can feel him getting fatter right this minute. All the calories and fat he has consumed in just these past few days are settling onto his body by now. Those calories plumpen his fat cells, making him flabbier. The fatter he gets, the more in love with him I am.
And the more determined never to let him leave me.
Daniel shifts in his seat, and I swear I can hear his underwear waistband stretching ever so much more. His thighs jiggle as he moves. I reach behind him and pull on the waistband of his tightened underwear, causing it to ride up and give him a slight wedgie. He winces as I giggle.
"Yes, my big boy is going to burst right out of his underwear if he's not careful!" I say, taunting him while my fingers trace his belly overhang bulging over the top of his waistband. I am overcome with the sensations of that warm belly fat. "God, look at all this flab!"
I pinch the fat between my finger and thumb and make it jiggle. I then take his right hand and force him to feel his love handles, then push it around behind him and force him to grab a handful of flesh on the side of his right butt cheek.
"You really are getting fat! Better not eat another bite, or you'll burst out of your underwear, piggy!"
I release his hand, and it lingers there on his fattened arse, then drifts to his right love handle and holds on tight. I move my hand around to the front and pull slightly on his already-stretched waistband. I feel his soft warm heavy gut hanging over on top of my knuckles. I let his waistband snap back against his flabby belly. It makes a slapping noise as it hits him.
He moans out loud, looks a bit angry, then starts to speak. I muffle his words with another slice of cake. It is so warm and deliciously moist, making it easy for him to swallow.
I touch my fingers to Daniel's throat, waiting, waiting, so patiently waiting. His cheeks are bulged out, and soon he swallows as I massage his neck, feeling all that food making its way – belly-bound chocolate and calories.
He has chocolate frosting all over his lips. Cake crumbs have dropped all over his chest and belly. My fingers gather them up and place them back into his mouth. With my finger, I wipe the frosting from his lips, then thrust my finger into his mouth as he sucks the deliciousness from it.
Before he has a chance to think, he has finished another slice, practically inhaling it. I manage to cram the entire slice into him all at once, followed by the chewing, more half and half, and that wonderful gulping and swallowing, pleasing me in so many ways. This is just so hot, I feel I can barely contain myself, but I remain cool and in control.
"There's no filling you up, is there?" I chuckle, patting the top of his swollen belly. "Don't worry. I still have plenty of cake left." I reach for another slice as he moans and leans back grabbing the sides of his engorged gut. I lean in and whisper, "And I can always make another one if you get hungry later, mister."
His eyes fill with horror, and I laugh heartily.
I continue feeding Daniel. I rub the sides of his belly as he passively eats more and more, my fingers lingering in plushnesss and grabbing onto his love handles.
I pull his shirt totally open, ripping it and popping off the remaining buttons. I play with his little moobs as he keeps eating. I love that Daniel is finally growing some moobs! I imagine them growing bigger, rounder and softer in the months to come. Mmmm, I can't wait. So hot and sexy!
"Eat up, big boy. Can't have you going hungry. Fat boys need to eat all the time, don't you?" I can feel his nipples stand up and harden when he hears this. I keep talking to arouse him even more. "Soon, you are going to get too big to move. And then, you won't have a chance to get away from me and my fattening ways. You'll be the Desiree boyfriend who couldn't get away – if you don't explode first, that is."
I chuckle, seeing a bulge enlarging in his tight underwear. Soon, I look down to see his underwear moisten a little between his legs at the tip of the outline of his stiff manhood. Oh, he is so ready. I have him just where I want him now.
I draw circles about his moobs with my fingers, then move my hands slightly lower, massaging the top of his belly, slowly sticking my finger into his deepening belly button. I grab and fondle his flab. I proceed downwards ever so slowly, ever so sensuously, making him crazy with desire. He is sweating and shivering now as I play with the flab beneath his belly button, that beautiful underbelly of his. I smile as I remember all the food and stuffing it took to grow all this extra Daniel.
Daniel is getting so warm now. The gluttonous meal in his belly is heating him up as it turns into fat. And I am heating him up as I turn on my seductions.
He begins squirming in his seat and I see his belly wobble a little. He struggles to swallow another bite, then more half and half. As he squirms, his legs spread apart. I move my fingers downwards and begin to rub the thickening layer of soft adipose on his inner thighs. I squeeze even more flab higher and higher between his plump legs. When I reach his underwear, he shudders with arousal, and all his flab jiggles so wondrously.
His face and chest are flushed red and hot now, and he leans back with his legs spread apart. I lean over his round belly. I keep one hand pressed firmly between his legs. With the other, I hold the final slice of cake to his closed lips. He is in so much pain now but on the verge of so much pleasure.
"You have been very naughty today, Daniel," I whisper into his ear, my warm breath adding to his heated condition. "Eating so much food when you are already so fat. I can barely believe how greedy you have been. Now, all this food is going to make you even fatter."
I smear some of the frosting onto his lips. In response, he clamps his thighs up around my other hand. Finally, the waist of his underwear gives way, snapping loudly. The stretched seams split around his widened rear as the fabric rips.
I have longed for this moment for three months now, just as I imagine he has probably dreaded it in some way. A little moan of pleasure escapes my lips. He groans and gasps as I slide the tattered remains of his underwear off of his fat bottom.
I grab the jug of milk, take a big chug of it, swish it around in my mouth, then spit some back out into my hand. It makes a nice lubricant, cream and saliva. And so handy. I grab hold of his erection firmly, feeling it pulse and grow thicker and harder.
I lean in closer again, still holding the cake in one hand and gently massaging his fattened love-stalk with the other. He pants in short breaths, and his eyes flutter with mad desires.
"Oh, Daniel, didn't Desiree warn you this would happen if you ate too much?" I whisper into his ear. "You've been so greedy, such a hog, that you have burst right out of your underwear."
I smirk as he groans. He is unable to do much now but lie there and wait, so passive and submissive. I start to more rapidly tug on him.
"You have been eating all day. You must be so full by now."
I spit into my hand again and return it to more rhythmic stroking of him. I can feel him throbbing as I tighten my grip. His belly is bigger than it has ever been. It droops over on top of my hand, vibrating and jiggling with every movement I make. All that flab in motion makes me increase the speed. I try to slow down but cannot. I want this as badly as Daniel does.
Daniel's head falls slowly back, and a grimace comes to his face, a smile maybe, but a pained smile. His lips curl up, and he bears his teeth.
His expression is so wonderfully arousing to me. Some might think it is sick to be turned on by your lover's pain, but I do not think they know what love is all about. I look down to see his toes curling. I love him so much in this moment.
"Yes, you are so full, my fat Daniel. So full, in fact, that I think one more bite might just make you explode!" I grab and rub him firmly to emphasize what I have said.
With my words lingering in his ear, he groans even more loudly. I stuff the final slice into his mouth, watching his body wobble delightfully as he thrashes about in ecstasy.
Daniel swallows the cake, and then he explodes.
I feel an intensely hot gush spraying between my fingers and onto his round bloated gut. He moans and groans as I feel pulsing vibrations pass through him, like aftershocks from an earthquake or volcano. Eventually, the pulsing lessens and eventually stops. His belly is still and now cool, bulging so soft over my hand.
His breathing slows a little, and within ten minues, he falls into a deep sleep. He starts to snore like a real fat man, such a lovely sound at the end of all this pleasure. I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't dreaming of his next explosion.
I will have to get up and start cooking soon. I want to start feeding him again the moment he wakes up. I don’t want his big bloated belly to go empty ever again.
First, I will have to clean him off a little, lead him to the couch and cover him with a bedspread. But for now, I just want to sit here and watch his belly rise and fall with the rhythm of his heavy breathing.
I just love this feeding and fattening so much. And I just love Daniel so much. I will never stop stuffing him like this. I will not let him stop getting fatter. He may not always like what I do, but it is good for our relationship. He may want to leave me someday, but that’s not going to happen. I will not let him get away from Desiree. Ever.