Jenna was happy. She was advancing in her job at the magazine moving from a copy editor to a writer. She was about six months away from freedom. The divorce would finally come through and with the judge awarding her sole custody of their children with no visitation; she would finally be rid of Vince. Unfortunately, she was broke. All their joint assets had been frozen by the government and it looked like most would be confiscated or used up by lawyers. But, she knew she’d be fine. Jenna’s children were pulled out of private schools and put into public schools – a move she had wanted to make a long time ago. Her parents and the after school programs would help her out. She knew she would be back on her feet again soon.
But, she felt oddly empty. The funny thing was that she missed Sloane. She knew she had been right severing off all ties at the time. She had been angry. She had been used by both Sloane and her husband. She had needed time to think. And, she had thought – for a long time. She wasn’t angry with him any longer…it was more of a general feeling of disregard. Although her head told her it was over, this fact still didn’t squelch her curiosity at seeing what had happened to him…to see him one more time.
So, Jenna began doing some research on Sloane. He wasn’t in Boston or New York. She tracked him down to New Orleans. Her source told her that he had requested to be reassigned and had been there for several months. She started making plans for a little vacation – well, a working vacation. She talked to her editor and he approved her doing a travel article for the magazine. She planned just to go down there for about a week, peek in on Sloane, and then enjoy what New Orleans had to offer as she worked on writing her story. And, Sloane would never have to know she was there.
A week later, Jenna found herself in New Orleans. It was still a lovely town even after all the colossal damage caused by the hurricane and other more recent storms. She found it amazing how quickly they were able to rebuild and restore much of the town’s former glory. She was enthralled by the whole place.
She checked into the French Quarter Landmark Hotel Thursday evening. Jenna quickly unpacked and arranged a few of her things in the spacious closet. She set out a pair of jeans, lightweight sweater, and cowboy boots for the evening and took a luxurious bath in the Jacuzzi tub. With a towel tied loosely around her, she plugged in her laptop for it to charge, arranged her notes at the desk, and set out her digital camera. With a Sharpie, she sat down on the edge of the bed and circled a few of the restaurants, hotels, and sights she planned on covering for her article on a neighborhood map. Then she circled and starred one area in particular – Sloane’s office.
Early the next morning, she dressed in her once tight-fitting khaki pants, tank top, sunglasses, and leather sandals. As she stood in front of the mirror to check her makeup, she couldn’t help but notice all the weight she had lost over the past few months. When she had originally met Sloane, she had been a size 16 and just approaching 200 pounds. The months after having met him, she hit a size 18 and then was on the fast track to a size 20. She was a very plump 235 lbs when she had left her husband and broken it off with Sloane. Now, she had thinned out to 187 lbs and was a size 14/16 – depending on the brand. She wouldn’t mind putting on a little more weight – but that would be her “own” decision. And, only when and if she was ready. But, for now, she was very happy at what she saw in the mirror – a relaxed, self-confident woman.
She made her way up to Jackson Square where she found a little café. She ordered an espresso and a beignet and perused her newspaper – one eye on it and the other gazing at the door of a small office she knew Sloane to be working out of. It wasn’t too long before he appeared before her. But, it was far from the Sloane that she had always known. This Sloane was not the Marlborough Man she was used to seeing. He looked like a slick NYC banker with his fine black silk suit and shiny shoes. Gone were the cowboy boots, denim jeans, and rolled up shirts. The shirt he was wearing was starched, white…and held his big ball belly in check. He had indeed filled out. The rest of him had filled out as well.
When Sloane had meet Jenna, he had been a slim, muscular 183 lbs. She had discovered later in their relationship that Sloane had actually been a much larger man – about 350 lbs – before his ex-wife had pushed him to loose the weight. According to Sloane, he had maintained that weight with difficulty – a daily gym regiment and strict diet. When he would give in to temptation and begin to bulk up, the personal trainer – a birthday present – hired by his wife would run him ragged until he dropped the extra pounds. He loved her and wanted to please her. The marriage didn’t last, but not because of that. They had married too young and their ideologies really never meshed. It was too bad for their two boys – as it had been too bad for Jenna’s four children with her soon-to-be ex-husband, Vince.
What Jenna didn’t know when Sloane had started to correspond with her through the feeder site, was that he was working for the government. Sloane had integrated himself in Vince’s company and befriended Vince. Vince, a closet FA, wanted to fatten up his wife, so hired Sloane to start her down the road she was already on – he just wanted it right away and not to let nature take its course.
Jenna’s experience as Sloane’s feedee, did plump her up, but not to the extent that her husband had wanted. He brought Sloane in again – setting him up in an apartment near their home to do his dirty work. What Vince didn’t know was that Sloane was collecting information on Vince’s dirty business dealings and was closing in on Vince. So, Sloane took Vince up on his offer, figuring perhaps he could get some information from Vince’s lovely wife. But, after getting to know her, he had fallen in love with her and her with him. He came to the terrible realizations that if he didn’t come clean and tell her everything he was lying and if he did then he’d probably lose her. He never had the chance. She found out on her own and she refused to see him again. He got his man, but in doing so had lost the love of his life.
That was over eight months ago. At first glance, Jenna had noticed his pressed attire. But upon closer inspection, he really didn’t seem so different. He maintained a very confident air in his walk. Jenna saw that Sloane’s face appeared unchanged – except for some extra flesh underneath his usually more square jaw line. He sported a moustache - and was still ruggedly handsome. His physique was still quite muscular, but his belly was obviously rounder…very rotund …his buttock always shapely and round now resembled very full, actually over inflated balloons. And, when he walked she could detect that his thighs did rub together slightly. From what she saw, she judged that he must be approaching 250…if he wasn’t there already.
She surmised that he was clearly not pining over her loss. He looked quite happy as we walked briskly; cheerfully bantering with a male colleague. Not that she actually imagined this or wanted this to be so. In some of her daydreams after their breakup, she just fantasized that he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep without her. That he would be reduced to bare bones at her absence from his life. And, it was obvious that this was far from the truth. He was healthy-looking and quite corpulent …far from the emaciated vision she had conjured up in her imagination.
Jenna found that she was disappointed…perhaps even a touch angry. Then she laughed at herself. She was being ridiculous. Jenna reminded herself that she was only here to satisfy her curiosity…which she had. Now, she could move on to the real reason she had come to New Orleans – her job. She waited until he was safely in his office before she moved. She put the newspaper she had been reading under her arm and flagged down a cab.
The swamps were her first destination on her tour. She took some photos and wrote some notes about what people said or the tour guide said. Then she went to the Acme Oyster House for a late lunch – gumbo, oysters, and red beans and rice with smoked sausage. She was barely able to finish her lunch when she found herself ordering dessert – bread pudding smothered in pralines and a caramel sauce.
“Oomph… My belly… I’m so full!” Jenna said softly as she rubbed her distended stomach, rumbling and gurgling with its contents, struggling to digest her massive meal. She attempted to get up; her sides hurt, and rubbed her belly softly to ease the pain. She hadn’t eaten with so much abandon in a long while. She thought no wonder Sloane had grown so fat and so quickly. If she were to stay here a few months, she believed whole-heartedly that she would be double her size.
She walked around town for the remainder of the afternoon walking off lunch. She visited a few shops in the area, carefully writing down their names, and if the sales people had been particularly helpful so she could mention them in her article. By dinner time, she chose another restaurant, Petunia’s Restaurant, whose claim to fame was their huge crepes. Jenna looked down the list judiciously and then chose one with shrimp, Louisiana crabmeat, ratatouille, and cheese sauce. She ordered a nice glass chardonnay and a hefty order of salad to accompany the crepe.
The waiter had just served her main course when she heard her name. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Sloane. When she looked up, he looked like he had earlier in the day, except that his suit jacked was buttoned closed and he wasn’t smiling.
What Jenna didn’t know when Sloane had started to correspond with her through the feeder site, was that he was working for the government. Sloane had integrated himself in Vince’s company and befriended Vince. Vince, a closet FA, wanted to fatten up his wife, so hired Sloane to start her down the road she was already on – he just wanted it right away and not to let nature take its course.
Jenna’s experience as Sloane’s feedee, did plump her up, but not to the extent that her husband had wanted. He brought Sloane in again – setting him up in an apartment near their home to do his dirty work. What Vince didn’t know was that Sloane was collecting information on Vince’s dirty business dealings and was closing in on Vince. So, Sloane took Vince up on his offer, figuring perhaps he could get some information from Vince’s lovely wife. But, after getting to know her, he had fallen in love with her and her with him. He came to the terrible realizations that if he didn’t come clean and tell her everything he was lying and if he did then he’d probably lose her. He never had the chance. She found out on her own and she refused to see him again. He got his man, but in doing so had lost the love of his life.
That was over eight months ago. At first glance, Jenna had noticed his pressed attire. But upon closer inspection, he really didn’t seem so different. He maintained a very confident air in his walk. Jenna saw that Sloane’s face appeared unchanged – except for some extra flesh underneath his usually more square jaw line. He sported a moustache - and was still ruggedly handsome. His physique was still quite muscular, but his belly was obviously rounder…very rotund …his buttock always shapely and round now resembled very full, actually over inflated balloons. And, when he walked she could detect that his thighs did rub together slightly. From what she saw, she judged that he must be approaching 250…if he wasn’t there already.
She surmised that he was clearly not pining over her loss. He looked quite happy as we walked briskly; cheerfully bantering with a male colleague. Not that she actually imagined this or wanted this to be so. In some of her daydreams after their breakup, she just fantasized that he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep without her. That he would be reduced to bare bones at her absence from his life. And, it was obvious that this was far from the truth. He was healthy-looking and quite corpulent …far from the emaciated vision she had conjured up in her imagination.
Jenna found that she was disappointed…perhaps even a touch angry. Then she laughed at herself. She was being ridiculous. Jenna reminded herself that she was only here to satisfy her curiosity…which she had. Now, she could move on to the real reason she had come to New Orleans – her job. She waited until he was safely in his office before she moved. She put the newspaper she had been reading under her arm and flagged down a cab.
The swamps were her first destination on her tour. She took some photos and wrote some notes about what people said or the tour guide said. Then she went to the Acme Oyster House for a late lunch – gumbo, oysters, and red beans and rice with smoked sausage. She was barely able to finish her lunch when she found herself ordering dessert – bread pudding smothered in pralines and a caramel sauce.
“Oomph… My belly… I’m so full!” Jenna said softly as she rubbed her distended stomach, rumbling and gurgling with its contents, struggling to digest her massive meal. She attempted to get up; her sides hurt, and rubbed her belly softly to ease the pain. She hadn’t eaten with so much abandon in a long while. She thought no wonder Sloane had grown so fat and so quickly. If she were to stay here a few months, she believed whole-heartedly that she would be double her size.
She walked around town for the remainder of the afternoon walking off lunch. She visited a few shops in the area, carefully writing down their names, and if the sales people had been particularly helpful so she could mention them in her article. By dinner time, she chose another restaurant, Petunia’s Restaurant, whose claim to fame was their huge crepes. Jenna looked down the list judiciously and then chose one with shrimp, Louisiana crabmeat, ratatouille, and cheese sauce. She ordered a nice glass chardonnay and a hefty order of salad to accompany the crepe.
The waiter had just served her main course when she heard her name. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Sloane. When she looked up, he looked like he had earlier in the day, except that his suit jacked was buttoned closed and he wasn’t smiling.
“Jenna, my god, you’re here,” Sloane gasped.
“I’m here doing a travel article for the magazine,” Jenna said, nonchalantly, sipping her wine. Noticing all the eyes in the restaurant shifting on to them, she invited him to sit.
“You don’t know how happy I am to see you,” Sloane began. “I’ve tried to contract you a number of times…”
“Yes, you did,” Jenna cut in. “I got your messages, but decided it wasn’t prudent to return your calls.”
“Jenna, I’m so sorry…for everything. I’ve missed you so much. Look,” he said, pulling open his jacket, grabbing his big belly. “I even put on weight. I was so distressed that I just kept eating. I gained 66 pounds since you broke up with me.” Sloane continued to plead with her and persuade her to see him once more. His tone turned desperate. Jenna considered her options – turn him away…take him back…that was definitely out…or....
“You see, Sloane, it’s a trust issue that I have with you. I don’t know if I could ever trust you again after what you did – even if you were working undercover. You could have done things much differently. Sloane shook his head in agreement, his face grim. “If we were to get back together…and I’m stressing “if” then you would have to prove yourself to me.”
“I’ll do anything,” Sloane replied. “I’ll…I’ll give up my job…move back east…lose all this weight to be the man I was when we met…anything, just tell me what I’d have to do.”
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary. You see I don’t think I want to see you as you were necessarily,” Jenna said, carefully and calculating, leaning back in her seat. “As a matter of fact, I think I’d like to see you gain more.”
Sloane looked at her in surprise. “How much weight?”
“I’m not sure,” Jenna replied. She fought back her smile. This would be the ultimate revenge, if he agrees, she thought to herself. “If you concur, you can never refuse to do as I say,” Jenna continued. “You’ll eat what’s put in front of you and then perhaps in time…and I’m not promising anything…you’ll prove your worth and we can move on.”
Sloane didn’t need to consider for long. “Okay,” he said, hastily. “I’ll do it. Whatever you want me to do. I’ll prove my love for you and I really do want to gain back your trust.”
This time Jenna let herself smile. She asked the waiter for the menu and ordered him two appetizers: 2 orders of plump oysters, Crawfish Etouffee; and dinner: a double order of Cajun Pasta with Shrimp, crispy fried okra, and a beer. A short time later, the waiter returned and laid out this banquet before him. Sloane gulped, tugged on his collar, and began to eat.
He and Jenna chatted catching up on the last few months. By the time Sloane came to the middle of dinner, she could detect in him a shortness of breath and halting speech. Apparently, he was growing significantly overstuffed. Then…a slight tinge of red in his face. She could see he was totally bloated, but still eating. He stifled a deep groan. Sloane leaned back slightly in his chair attempting to put a finger in the waistband of his dress pants. Jenna could see him wiggling one finger in…apparently it was getting very tight in there. Spoonful after spoonful inflated him, pressing his bulging flab out against the tight, unyielding fabric. She could see his distress and his relief as he devoured the last remnants on his plate.
Jenna found that she was enjoying this more than she thought. He struggled to keep up his end of the conversation as he forced himself to breathe normally. He was so stuffed. But, Jenna was far from finished with him. When the waiter came over, she announced, “Time for dessert.”
When the Bananas Forster and a rather large selection of pastries came to the table, he couldn’t suppress a groan. His belly mounded out in front of him – the buttons on his fine shirt fought to remain fastened. He released the button on his pants, and knew that he wouldn’t be able to close them after this.
Jenna began to hand-feed him the sweet treats. Sloane continued to eat, smiling to try to disguise his pain as his belly swelled with more food. He was sure that his belly would burst and there was still the Bananas Forster to consume. He pushed himself into the table again in order to conceal his hands gently rubbing his blown up middle. He stifled another groan as sudden pain assailed his bloated gut. He ran his hands down to feel the hard swell of his belly as it arched outward and blew up larger. He nearly gasped in pain, as he forced down the last few mouthfuls.
Jenna excused herself to go to the ladies room as he dutifully paid the check. He burped loudly and grunted like a pig as he tried to get himself to his feet. He knew that Jenna was angry and this would only be the beginning for him. His belly would be at the center of his being and it would be his job to keep it round and full for her. He now more than ever was able to emphasize with the poor bird at the center of a holiday table.
The following day, Jenna dragged Sloane to a huge breakfast at Brennans. She ordered berries in cream, Eggs Hussarde, and Bananas Foster for herself. For him, she ordered Oyster Soup Brennan, Southern Baked Apple with double cream, and Eggs Portuguese – a heavenly puffy pastry shell filled with tomatoes, sautéed in butter and topped with Hollandaise sauce. And, of course the dessert was their infamous, Creole Chocolate Suicide Cake.
He swelled up like a puffer fish as she spooned more into his acquiescent mouth. All that was offered he ate dutifully…even stuffed to the gills and feeling like he would pop. He ate and ate until his eyes were nearly tearing. Helping his bloated form up was difficult, but she was able to get him into a cab which took them to their next destination – a walking tour of the French Quarter.
Sloane shakily followed hand-in-hand. He worked off breakfast or at least had gotten rid of the bloat. He was still full and rounded out from his filling meal. From there, they walked to her afternoon appointment. He was shocked to realize that her afternoon appointment was at the local cooking institute. Sloane did admit to himself that he had fun learning how to cook the many Creole dishes. But, then with a pitcher of beer between them were expected to devour whatever they created. Of course, Jenna saved most for him. His belly resembled a huge, overly stuffed pillowcase in no time at all. But, there was not rest for the weary. Lunch was followed by a four quart tub of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. He was busting out of his clothes. Sloane could not only feel his full tummy stretch with ice cream, he could feel his body stretch with fat!
“I’m here doing a travel article for the magazine,” Jenna said, nonchalantly, sipping her wine. Noticing all the eyes in the restaurant shifting on to them, she invited him to sit.
“You don’t know how happy I am to see you,” Sloane began. “I’ve tried to contract you a number of times…”
“Yes, you did,” Jenna cut in. “I got your messages, but decided it wasn’t prudent to return your calls.”
“Jenna, I’m so sorry…for everything. I’ve missed you so much. Look,” he said, pulling open his jacket, grabbing his big belly. “I even put on weight. I was so distressed that I just kept eating. I gained 66 pounds since you broke up with me.” Sloane continued to plead with her and persuade her to see him once more. His tone turned desperate. Jenna considered her options – turn him away…take him back…that was definitely out…or....
“You see, Sloane, it’s a trust issue that I have with you. I don’t know if I could ever trust you again after what you did – even if you were working undercover. You could have done things much differently. Sloane shook his head in agreement, his face grim. “If we were to get back together…and I’m stressing “if” then you would have to prove yourself to me.”
“I’ll do anything,” Sloane replied. “I’ll…I’ll give up my job…move back east…lose all this weight to be the man I was when we met…anything, just tell me what I’d have to do.”
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary. You see I don’t think I want to see you as you were necessarily,” Jenna said, carefully and calculating, leaning back in her seat. “As a matter of fact, I think I’d like to see you gain more.”
Sloane looked at her in surprise. “How much weight?”
“I’m not sure,” Jenna replied. She fought back her smile. This would be the ultimate revenge, if he agrees, she thought to herself. “If you concur, you can never refuse to do as I say,” Jenna continued. “You’ll eat what’s put in front of you and then perhaps in time…and I’m not promising anything…you’ll prove your worth and we can move on.”
Sloane didn’t need to consider for long. “Okay,” he said, hastily. “I’ll do it. Whatever you want me to do. I’ll prove my love for you and I really do want to gain back your trust.”
This time Jenna let herself smile. She asked the waiter for the menu and ordered him two appetizers: 2 orders of plump oysters, Crawfish Etouffee; and dinner: a double order of Cajun Pasta with Shrimp, crispy fried okra, and a beer. A short time later, the waiter returned and laid out this banquet before him. Sloane gulped, tugged on his collar, and began to eat.
He and Jenna chatted catching up on the last few months. By the time Sloane came to the middle of dinner, she could detect in him a shortness of breath and halting speech. Apparently, he was growing significantly overstuffed. Then…a slight tinge of red in his face. She could see he was totally bloated, but still eating. He stifled a deep groan. Sloane leaned back slightly in his chair attempting to put a finger in the waistband of his dress pants. Jenna could see him wiggling one finger in…apparently it was getting very tight in there. Spoonful after spoonful inflated him, pressing his bulging flab out against the tight, unyielding fabric. She could see his distress and his relief as he devoured the last remnants on his plate.
Jenna found that she was enjoying this more than she thought. He struggled to keep up his end of the conversation as he forced himself to breathe normally. He was so stuffed. But, Jenna was far from finished with him. When the waiter came over, she announced, “Time for dessert.”
When the Bananas Forster and a rather large selection of pastries came to the table, he couldn’t suppress a groan. His belly mounded out in front of him – the buttons on his fine shirt fought to remain fastened. He released the button on his pants, and knew that he wouldn’t be able to close them after this.
Jenna began to hand-feed him the sweet treats. Sloane continued to eat, smiling to try to disguise his pain as his belly swelled with more food. He was sure that his belly would burst and there was still the Bananas Forster to consume. He pushed himself into the table again in order to conceal his hands gently rubbing his blown up middle. He stifled another groan as sudden pain assailed his bloated gut. He ran his hands down to feel the hard swell of his belly as it arched outward and blew up larger. He nearly gasped in pain, as he forced down the last few mouthfuls.
Jenna excused herself to go to the ladies room as he dutifully paid the check. He burped loudly and grunted like a pig as he tried to get himself to his feet. He knew that Jenna was angry and this would only be the beginning for him. His belly would be at the center of his being and it would be his job to keep it round and full for her. He now more than ever was able to emphasize with the poor bird at the center of a holiday table.
The following day, Jenna dragged Sloane to a huge breakfast at Brennans. She ordered berries in cream, Eggs Hussarde, and Bananas Foster for herself. For him, she ordered Oyster Soup Brennan, Southern Baked Apple with double cream, and Eggs Portuguese – a heavenly puffy pastry shell filled with tomatoes, sautéed in butter and topped with Hollandaise sauce. And, of course the dessert was their infamous, Creole Chocolate Suicide Cake.
He swelled up like a puffer fish as she spooned more into his acquiescent mouth. All that was offered he ate dutifully…even stuffed to the gills and feeling like he would pop. He ate and ate until his eyes were nearly tearing. Helping his bloated form up was difficult, but she was able to get him into a cab which took them to their next destination – a walking tour of the French Quarter.
Sloane shakily followed hand-in-hand. He worked off breakfast or at least had gotten rid of the bloat. He was still full and rounded out from his filling meal. From there, they walked to her afternoon appointment. He was shocked to realize that her afternoon appointment was at the local cooking institute. Sloane did admit to himself that he had fun learning how to cook the many Creole dishes. But, then with a pitcher of beer between them were expected to devour whatever they created. Of course, Jenna saved most for him. His belly resembled a huge, overly stuffed pillowcase in no time at all. But, there was not rest for the weary. Lunch was followed by a four quart tub of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. He was busting out of his clothes. Sloane could not only feel his full tummy stretch with ice cream, he could feel his body stretch with fat!
He was allowed to go home to change for a Jazz Dinner Cruise. Sloane was disturbed to find that he could not fasten any of his dress pants with his belly still so swollen from his overindulgences. He ran out to a local shop and ordered a few pairs of pants – two sizes up and a new belt. After a shower and a shave he confidently fastened his loose pants and pulled the belt tight around him.
Sloane picked Jenna up at her hotel. He gasped. She looked stunning in a simple black sheath dress and strappy pumps. Tickets in hand, Jenna took Sloane’s arm and entered the taxi which took them to the dock. The ship was full of people – mostly tourists and Jazz music blared from every corner. The ship was also one of the few that had an open buffet…to Sloane’s great distress. Normally, he would look forward to the opportunity to sample all the wonderful morsels, but he knew that Jenna would make him fatten to an amazing size before she was done with him that evening. Perhaps he should have gone for the next size up in slacks after all?
After a walk around the ship, they settled at a table near the buffet. Jenna took a generous sampling of all the Creole offerings for herself. For him, she brought back savory shrimp Creole, gumbo, crawfish, grilled catfish, jambalaya, succulent pork ribs, and all the fixings. And, Jenna kept them coming…keeping Sloane comfortably seating and his plate and beer mug filled to overflowing. He swelled up larger and larger before Jenna’s bright eyes and stunning smile. Jenna admitted that she was indeed enjoying the spectacle of watching him gobble to keep up with the flow of food she brought to him…his eyes bulging wider as his belly ballooned to new heights. She secretly was becoming aroused by his spectacular performance.
From Sloane’s point of view, he was filled to the brim. He struggled to shove down every bite without complaint. For to complain, he took the chance of losing everything. Sloane knew deep down that Jenna was doing this to take vengeance for his part in what was done to her. But, he also knew Jenna. He could see that she was becoming aroused. He decided to take it to the next level.
Sloane leaned back heavily in his chair, absently rubbing his inflated gut. “Uhm…” he sighed. “Baby, I’m getting as big as a whale. Oh, I feel so…so incredibly bloated.”
Jenna looked at him. “What are you trying to say, Sloane? Do you want to stop?”
“Oh, no, Sweetheart,” he replied, burping loudly. “I want to get fat for you. Tell me how fat you’re going to make me. I want you to feed me until my clothes are snug again.” Jenna blinked hard at him. This was unexpected. But, she decided to go with it. “I want you to eat so much you’ll break in two.”
“Tell me more,” he muttered, putting a hunk of cornbread in his mouth.
Jenna could hear his belly gurgle softly. For sometime Sloane’s shirt had been slowly riding up his now enormous belly; the seams under his arms groaned and creaked. She was amazed that he was able to choke down more. “I’ve always known your secret desire, Sloane,” Jenna said, seductively, brushing his swollen belly ever so lightly with her fingertip.
Sloane moaned, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head with desire to be filled by her.
“I want to make all your magnificent corpulent imaginings come true. You’ll achieve your full potential with my help, “she whispered into his ear. Jenna then reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of Sloane’s distended belly and squeezed.
Sloane whimpered around the glob of deep, rich chocolate gelato that was pushed between his teeth…his gelato-filled cheeks sloshing audibly. He experienced such a feeling of utter fullness…so stuffed that his belly button felt it would pop with the incredible internal pressure of being force-fed to the point of bursting.
“I bet it’s getting so tight in there, isn’t it?” Jenna asked, knowing his answer if he could force himself to respond.
Sloane could feel his shirt’s threads beginning to pop free, permitting his soft flesh to ooze out between his seems. He had loosened his belt and felt his expanding stomach pushing forcefully into the unyielding material of his new dress pants. He gasped and panted as he was pumped up fatter than he had ever been before. He was so absolutely stuffed but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted more. He wanted Jenna to know he wanted so much more.
Jenna gently prodded Sloane’s tight, rock-hard belly. "You’re turning into such a fatty, Sloane. I bet you wonder just how fat I’ve made you. Would you want to weigh in for me, Fatso? I bet you put on ten pounds in just this sitting.”
Sloane continued to eat, his belly still stretching somehow, growing larger and larger. “Oh, my god, I’m so full. I’ve never been so full…even when Vince force-fed me,” Sloane gasped.
Jenna’s sweet smile twisted at the mention of her soon-to-be-ex. Sloane grunted as she began rubbing his bulbous midsection. “What do you mean?’ she asked.
Sloane could hardly breath he was so gorged, but he managed to tell her what had happened…how her husband had found him…how he had been stuffed…fattened…round and full by Vince for several days. He looked and felt like he had swallowed two bowling balls as he swelled larger and larger with food and drink.
“My body was too bloated to move from all the food and alcohol. I was in a haze. My massive gut bulged, soaring before me. It actually blocked my view of my living room. I had swollen hugely from all he stuffed me with and all the beer he was able to pump into my gut,” Sloane told her. “He had literally transformed my already plump belly into a massive balloon, bloating larger with every morsel he forced upon me.”
“You never told me,” she almost said accusingly.
“You never gave me that chance,” he answered. “By the time I came to my senses, I could only roll out of my chair and crawl around. My belly had grown so distended and painful, I couldn’t function at all. I went looking for you, but you were gone…the house empty…and you wouldn’t…let me tell you…weren’t…ready…for it…I suspect…until…now…” he panted, totally bloated and stretched tighter than ever, but with such a look of total satiation on his face.
Jenna covered her face with her hands. “Oh, I’ve been such a fool. I can’t believe…oh, Sloane, look at you…look what I’ve done to you…and all to be mean…”
Sloane had consumed all of the food on his plate and hers. He was groaning in agony and sprawled back against his chair. His belly had swelled so wide his new pants could barely contain its growth. He moaned softly as her long piano fingers massaged his bloated flesh. “I wanted this…more than you did…I wanted you…wanted you to exact your revenge…fill me…fatten me to your heart’s delight…because…I knew it was always something you wanted to do…and I want to grow fatter for you, my darling girl…so…so plump.”
He laid his head against her shoulder as the ship floated into the dock. Sloane grunted and groaned as he tried to stand. His immense belly had swollen so round that he could barely move – let alone walk. Jenna had to get two shipmen to grab him from under his arms and half-carry his tremendous weight off the ship. The two strong shipmen deposited him next to Jenna in a cab which took them back to Sloane’s apartment. Once there Jenna made Sloane lay with his head in her lap as she massaged his massive bulk…manipulating his inflated flesh…talking for hours and hours.
***
Sloane picked Jenna up at her hotel. He gasped. She looked stunning in a simple black sheath dress and strappy pumps. Tickets in hand, Jenna took Sloane’s arm and entered the taxi which took them to the dock. The ship was full of people – mostly tourists and Jazz music blared from every corner. The ship was also one of the few that had an open buffet…to Sloane’s great distress. Normally, he would look forward to the opportunity to sample all the wonderful morsels, but he knew that Jenna would make him fatten to an amazing size before she was done with him that evening. Perhaps he should have gone for the next size up in slacks after all?
After a walk around the ship, they settled at a table near the buffet. Jenna took a generous sampling of all the Creole offerings for herself. For him, she brought back savory shrimp Creole, gumbo, crawfish, grilled catfish, jambalaya, succulent pork ribs, and all the fixings. And, Jenna kept them coming…keeping Sloane comfortably seating and his plate and beer mug filled to overflowing. He swelled up larger and larger before Jenna’s bright eyes and stunning smile. Jenna admitted that she was indeed enjoying the spectacle of watching him gobble to keep up with the flow of food she brought to him…his eyes bulging wider as his belly ballooned to new heights. She secretly was becoming aroused by his spectacular performance.
From Sloane’s point of view, he was filled to the brim. He struggled to shove down every bite without complaint. For to complain, he took the chance of losing everything. Sloane knew deep down that Jenna was doing this to take vengeance for his part in what was done to her. But, he also knew Jenna. He could see that she was becoming aroused. He decided to take it to the next level.
Sloane leaned back heavily in his chair, absently rubbing his inflated gut. “Uhm…” he sighed. “Baby, I’m getting as big as a whale. Oh, I feel so…so incredibly bloated.”
Jenna looked at him. “What are you trying to say, Sloane? Do you want to stop?”
“Oh, no, Sweetheart,” he replied, burping loudly. “I want to get fat for you. Tell me how fat you’re going to make me. I want you to feed me until my clothes are snug again.” Jenna blinked hard at him. This was unexpected. But, she decided to go with it. “I want you to eat so much you’ll break in two.”
“Tell me more,” he muttered, putting a hunk of cornbread in his mouth.
Jenna could hear his belly gurgle softly. For sometime Sloane’s shirt had been slowly riding up his now enormous belly; the seams under his arms groaned and creaked. She was amazed that he was able to choke down more. “I’ve always known your secret desire, Sloane,” Jenna said, seductively, brushing his swollen belly ever so lightly with her fingertip.
Sloane moaned, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head with desire to be filled by her.
“I want to make all your magnificent corpulent imaginings come true. You’ll achieve your full potential with my help, “she whispered into his ear. Jenna then reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of Sloane’s distended belly and squeezed.
Sloane whimpered around the glob of deep, rich chocolate gelato that was pushed between his teeth…his gelato-filled cheeks sloshing audibly. He experienced such a feeling of utter fullness…so stuffed that his belly button felt it would pop with the incredible internal pressure of being force-fed to the point of bursting.
“I bet it’s getting so tight in there, isn’t it?” Jenna asked, knowing his answer if he could force himself to respond.
Sloane could feel his shirt’s threads beginning to pop free, permitting his soft flesh to ooze out between his seems. He had loosened his belt and felt his expanding stomach pushing forcefully into the unyielding material of his new dress pants. He gasped and panted as he was pumped up fatter than he had ever been before. He was so absolutely stuffed but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted more. He wanted Jenna to know he wanted so much more.
Jenna gently prodded Sloane’s tight, rock-hard belly. "You’re turning into such a fatty, Sloane. I bet you wonder just how fat I’ve made you. Would you want to weigh in for me, Fatso? I bet you put on ten pounds in just this sitting.”
Sloane continued to eat, his belly still stretching somehow, growing larger and larger. “Oh, my god, I’m so full. I’ve never been so full…even when Vince force-fed me,” Sloane gasped.
Jenna’s sweet smile twisted at the mention of her soon-to-be-ex. Sloane grunted as she began rubbing his bulbous midsection. “What do you mean?’ she asked.
Sloane could hardly breath he was so gorged, but he managed to tell her what had happened…how her husband had found him…how he had been stuffed…fattened…round and full by Vince for several days. He looked and felt like he had swallowed two bowling balls as he swelled larger and larger with food and drink.
“My body was too bloated to move from all the food and alcohol. I was in a haze. My massive gut bulged, soaring before me. It actually blocked my view of my living room. I had swollen hugely from all he stuffed me with and all the beer he was able to pump into my gut,” Sloane told her. “He had literally transformed my already plump belly into a massive balloon, bloating larger with every morsel he forced upon me.”
“You never told me,” she almost said accusingly.
“You never gave me that chance,” he answered. “By the time I came to my senses, I could only roll out of my chair and crawl around. My belly had grown so distended and painful, I couldn’t function at all. I went looking for you, but you were gone…the house empty…and you wouldn’t…let me tell you…weren’t…ready…for it…I suspect…until…now…” he panted, totally bloated and stretched tighter than ever, but with such a look of total satiation on his face.
Jenna covered her face with her hands. “Oh, I’ve been such a fool. I can’t believe…oh, Sloane, look at you…look what I’ve done to you…and all to be mean…”
Sloane had consumed all of the food on his plate and hers. He was groaning in agony and sprawled back against his chair. His belly had swelled so wide his new pants could barely contain its growth. He moaned softly as her long piano fingers massaged his bloated flesh. “I wanted this…more than you did…I wanted you…wanted you to exact your revenge…fill me…fatten me to your heart’s delight…because…I knew it was always something you wanted to do…and I want to grow fatter for you, my darling girl…so…so plump.”
He laid his head against her shoulder as the ship floated into the dock. Sloane grunted and groaned as he tried to stand. His immense belly had swollen so round that he could barely move – let alone walk. Jenna had to get two shipmen to grab him from under his arms and half-carry his tremendous weight off the ship. The two strong shipmen deposited him next to Jenna in a cab which took them back to Sloane’s apartment. Once there Jenna made Sloane lay with his head in her lap as she massaged his massive bulk…manipulating his inflated flesh…talking for hours and hours.
***
2 Years Later…
Jenna’s mammoth belly brushed against Sloane’s muscular shoulders. Sloane drew her nearer, placing the palm of his hand under her pregnant bulge, stroking her softly. She was now seven months pregnant with their first child – a girl so the sonogram had confirmed. They had been happily married for nearly a year when they had been given the wonderful news. The two of them and Jenna’s four children from her first marriage joyously prepared for the birth of their little sister.
They were now living a lovely country home in Pennsylvania – just outside of Lancaster. It was a six-bedroom Victorian that they purchased as a “handyman’s special”. They had spent endless hours fixing it up and decorating it – mostly on the weekends. During the week, Sloane worked at an office nearby. He still worked for the government, but had transferred out this way shortly before they had gotten married. And, Jenna had given up her job at the magazine and currently worked for the small town newspaper.
Sloane nuzzled in Jenna’s ample breasts and was telling her how lovely she was growing. Jenna laughed, pushing him away and told him that was a fat admirer. She told him that she was getting as fat as a cow. Jenna was heavy with child after putting on almost forty pounds so far in her pregnancy. But, she had also put on some weight after their marriage – to Sloane’s delight. She now weighed about 247 pounds. Sloane knew she would keep some of it on considering her voracious appetite.
Of course, his appetite had greatly improved since their marriage. He truly enjoyed Jenna’s gourmet cooking and every moment they spent together which included many evenings enjoying a quiet dinner and a bottle of wine after the children had gone to bed. He also rather enjoyed the first-rate and at times fattening Dutch Country fare – chicken and dumplings, heavy stews, hams, sausages, flaky rolls, and endless slices of red velvet cake.
He overindulged and his weight ballooned with all the good food and drink. His current weight was just over 350 pounds. His belly bowed out in a partial orb stretching his shirt to a perfectly snug fit. The buttons were just beginning to show signs of straining – time for a new size soon if he kept up his present intake. And, he planned on actually increasing his intake – at least for this weekend. He and Jenna were now no where near Lancaster. They were visiting Manhattan – where it all started for them.
Jenna was taking him on a culinary tour of Chinatown. They walked in and out of several establishments: Chatham Square Restaurant for their dim sum, the Moon House for their tiny fried buns and soup dumplings, and their last stop at the Chinatown Brasserie.
The buttons on his shirt were now stretched to their limit, his black t-shirt showed through. The seams were straining to hold in his rising belly. He belched loudly as she reached for more rice noodle rolls and pan fried dumplings. Sloane moaned softly and placed a hand on top of his bulging belly.
Jenna held her own taunt belly as she ate several more custard tarts. Her stomach groaned loudly as she continued to feast. Ooooh, I’m getting so fat,” Jenna exclaimed. Her own belly appeared to have expanded a full four to five straining inches. She reclined slightly in her seat, so Sloane could easily reach out and massage her big, rounded belly which continued to swell with the food she was continuing to ingest.
In the meantime, he could barely reach the table. His belly blew out plumper – growing outward and upward. Sloane’s massive belly sprawled before him more than six inches in circumference from the time they entered the restaurant and hour ago. He gasped, rubbing the bowed out sides of his gut with both hands.
“I’m really bloated,” Sloane proclaimed, leaning back.
Sloane’s eyes bugged as Jenna unexpectantly pushed more food into his mouth. “Do you think you’re finished, Tubby? Not by a long shot. Keep eating,” she ordered.
With her hands she pressed gently on the opposite sides of his belly, trying to gauge its fullness as he unmercifully stuffed himself. She pulled open his shirt, exposing the t-shirt fully stretched out t-shirt underneath, exploring the contour of his inflated belly, caressing his expanding flesh. He gasped for breath at the sensuality of her touch, a large bulge growing in his now skintight jeans.
His gut blew out tight in every direction. The skin stretched over his belly. His breath labored, coming faster…belching frequently…the pressure…a growing ache as he got bigger and bigger and bigger... so full…being blown apart…
Then it was over. He lay back exhausted as Jenna paid the check.
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