Jenna hailed a yellow cab and pulled an overstuffed Sloane inside with her. The cab weaved in and out of afternoon traffic as it worked its way only a short distance away. Sloane winced as the cab stopped short; his hand lightly rubbed his gravely distended gut.
Sloane peered outside. He had a look of astonishment on his face. He knew this place. As a matter of fact, he knew it extremely well. He put his cowboy hat on his head and leaned on her arm as she helped him out of the cab. He pushed up the sleeves of his white linen button down shirt, showing off his brawny biceps. Sloane then tugged on his shirt which somehow still fitting loosely in spite of his sizeable, overfed belly visibly protruding over his faded Rider jeans.
They walked slowly to the main door of the massage parlor. He beamed. He hadn’t been here since he had taken Jenna here for a special treat shortly after they had met. The woman behind the desk greeted them warmly and then showed them to the massage room. It was dark except for the flickering of candles. Incense scented the air. The sound of waves crashing against the shore sounded in the background.
Jenna kissed him full on his lips. “I thought you deserved a little indulgence after your overindulgence today. I’ll be outside. You’d better get underdressed.”
Sloane hugged her and kissed her deeply before she left him. He disrobed slowly, meticulously folding his clothing – and placing them on the side. He first tried to lie face down, but with his gut so distended from his gluttony – it was ridiculously awkward. He flipped over on his back, sliding under the silken covering on the smooth table.
A soft rap on the door and a woman with a heavy Finnish accent asked for admittance. Sloane looked up to see the lovely Pia, one of his favorite masseuse enter the small room. “Darling,” Pia exclaimed, ecstatically. “It’s been so long! And, how you’ve grown!”
Sloane colored slightly. “It’s good to see you, too,” he replied, softly.
Pia walked to the end of the table where his feet stuck out. She flipped a switch and the table split, his legs forced apart into a split. Sloane looked down, but couldn’t look past his mountainous belly. Pia took a bottle of oil and squeezed it liberally across her palms, rubbing them together. Sloane nearly jumped out of his skin when she first touched him. Her hands expertly moved across the great expanse of his fattened belly.
BBBUURRPPP! URP! Sloane belched loudly, beginning a series of cavernous gassy outbursts as Pia continuous kneaded his overstuffed gut.
Pia explored every contour of his spherical gut, fondling the pliable skin, scrutinizing every fraction of his expanded 53 inch belly with her nimble fingers. She then worked her way over to Sloane’s beefy thighs, working her fingers deep into soft tissue.
“Oh, I’m so stuffed. Sorry for the…BBBUURRPPP…for that…can’t help it,” Sloane apologized. Pia tried to look over at him, but his face was barely visible over his gargantuan mound of belly fat.
“No, apology necessary, Mr. Sloane. You’re just showing that you enjoy your meals. Such a wonderful specimen of manhood,” Pia replied, thumping his massive abdomen as she continued his massage. “I’ll work the excess air out and help your stomach to settle.”
Sloane peered outside. He had a look of astonishment on his face. He knew this place. As a matter of fact, he knew it extremely well. He put his cowboy hat on his head and leaned on her arm as she helped him out of the cab. He pushed up the sleeves of his white linen button down shirt, showing off his brawny biceps. Sloane then tugged on his shirt which somehow still fitting loosely in spite of his sizeable, overfed belly visibly protruding over his faded Rider jeans.
They walked slowly to the main door of the massage parlor. He beamed. He hadn’t been here since he had taken Jenna here for a special treat shortly after they had met. The woman behind the desk greeted them warmly and then showed them to the massage room. It was dark except for the flickering of candles. Incense scented the air. The sound of waves crashing against the shore sounded in the background.
Jenna kissed him full on his lips. “I thought you deserved a little indulgence after your overindulgence today. I’ll be outside. You’d better get underdressed.”
Sloane hugged her and kissed her deeply before she left him. He disrobed slowly, meticulously folding his clothing – and placing them on the side. He first tried to lie face down, but with his gut so distended from his gluttony – it was ridiculously awkward. He flipped over on his back, sliding under the silken covering on the smooth table.
A soft rap on the door and a woman with a heavy Finnish accent asked for admittance. Sloane looked up to see the lovely Pia, one of his favorite masseuse enter the small room. “Darling,” Pia exclaimed, ecstatically. “It’s been so long! And, how you’ve grown!”
Sloane colored slightly. “It’s good to see you, too,” he replied, softly.
Pia walked to the end of the table where his feet stuck out. She flipped a switch and the table split, his legs forced apart into a split. Sloane looked down, but couldn’t look past his mountainous belly. Pia took a bottle of oil and squeezed it liberally across her palms, rubbing them together. Sloane nearly jumped out of his skin when she first touched him. Her hands expertly moved across the great expanse of his fattened belly.
BBBUURRPPP! URP! Sloane belched loudly, beginning a series of cavernous gassy outbursts as Pia continuous kneaded his overstuffed gut.
Pia explored every contour of his spherical gut, fondling the pliable skin, scrutinizing every fraction of his expanded 53 inch belly with her nimble fingers. She then worked her way over to Sloane’s beefy thighs, working her fingers deep into soft tissue.
“Oh, I’m so stuffed. Sorry for the…BBBUURRPPP…for that…can’t help it,” Sloane apologized. Pia tried to look over at him, but his face was barely visible over his gargantuan mound of belly fat.
“No, apology necessary, Mr. Sloane. You’re just showing that you enjoy your meals. Such a wonderful specimen of manhood,” Pia replied, thumping his massive abdomen as she continued his massage. “I’ll work the excess air out and help your stomach to settle.”
Sloane moaned as she manipulated his flesh. “Your wife has provided you a two- hour special massage. I promise it will be unforgettable.”
Pia worked hard on his belly for some time until it was malleable beneath her hands. She then pulled off the rest of the blankets, fully exposing Sloane. She pushed his legs back together and instructed him to flip over. He struggled to his side. Although, he was no longer bloated, he felt shaky. Holding his bloated belly with one hand, pulling at the side of the table with the other, he tried again, but then felt multiple hands attack his sides until they flipped him over onto his still distended middle.
He was startled to discover one set of hands was his wife’s. Two other women were next to him, his wife sitting on a stool at his head. She ogled his fattened form as they worked his flesh…probing fingers exploring his widened buttocks, which was raised off the table. Sloane grunted as they roughly kneaded and squeezed the bulbous globes.
“Now that you’re well rested,” Jenna said. “It’s time for dessert.”
Jenna began placing chocolate petit fours between his parted lips. Sloane closed his eyes savoring every sweet mouthful. Meanwhile, Pia moved her hands from his sublime ass to his back and shoulders as he was endlessly stuffed by his wife and then the two other women in the room. Sooner than expected, he began to feel full once more.
“Sweetheart, I’m bursting. I need to take a break,” Sloane said, rubbing his billowing belly which was squeezed tight against the table.
But, Jenna responded by picking up two petit fours and pushed them into his mouth. She then sat down on the other side of the table and watched his glorious profile, his big rounded belly continuing to swell as the two women took over.
“Sloane, don’t fight it. You know you want this. Besides, if I want you fat, you’ll be fat,” Jenna responded.
“Hmmm…” one of the women remarked. “He’s almost ready to flip over…that is… after he’s had something to quench his thirst.”
Gentle hands prodded and squeezed his massive girth as they inserted the water bottle between his lips and squeezed…then another…and another. His legs wiggled in frustration as he attempted to ease himself off his bloating belly.
Jenna could hear the water empty into him. The water surged into his mouth, swelling his cheeks, his throat bulging as it was forced to contract as he swallowed more water. Sloane was allowed to flip over onto his back. But, the flow of water resumed, his gut expanded becoming full and round. Jenna watched what was left of his abdominal muscles flex and adjust to the increased burden. Sloane thrust his belly forward slightly as it began to rumble. He grimaced, clutching the swell.
Pia worked hard on his belly for some time until it was malleable beneath her hands. She then pulled off the rest of the blankets, fully exposing Sloane. She pushed his legs back together and instructed him to flip over. He struggled to his side. Although, he was no longer bloated, he felt shaky. Holding his bloated belly with one hand, pulling at the side of the table with the other, he tried again, but then felt multiple hands attack his sides until they flipped him over onto his still distended middle.
He was startled to discover one set of hands was his wife’s. Two other women were next to him, his wife sitting on a stool at his head. She ogled his fattened form as they worked his flesh…probing fingers exploring his widened buttocks, which was raised off the table. Sloane grunted as they roughly kneaded and squeezed the bulbous globes.
“Now that you’re well rested,” Jenna said. “It’s time for dessert.”
Jenna began placing chocolate petit fours between his parted lips. Sloane closed his eyes savoring every sweet mouthful. Meanwhile, Pia moved her hands from his sublime ass to his back and shoulders as he was endlessly stuffed by his wife and then the two other women in the room. Sooner than expected, he began to feel full once more.
“Sweetheart, I’m bursting. I need to take a break,” Sloane said, rubbing his billowing belly which was squeezed tight against the table.
But, Jenna responded by picking up two petit fours and pushed them into his mouth. She then sat down on the other side of the table and watched his glorious profile, his big rounded belly continuing to swell as the two women took over.
“Sloane, don’t fight it. You know you want this. Besides, if I want you fat, you’ll be fat,” Jenna responded.
“Hmmm…” one of the women remarked. “He’s almost ready to flip over…that is… after he’s had something to quench his thirst.”
Gentle hands prodded and squeezed his massive girth as they inserted the water bottle between his lips and squeezed…then another…and another. His legs wiggled in frustration as he attempted to ease himself off his bloating belly.
Jenna could hear the water empty into him. The water surged into his mouth, swelling his cheeks, his throat bulging as it was forced to contract as he swallowed more water. Sloane was allowed to flip over onto his back. But, the flow of water resumed, his gut expanded becoming full and round. Jenna watched what was left of his abdominal muscles flex and adjust to the increased burden. Sloane thrust his belly forward slightly as it began to rumble. He grimaced, clutching the swell.
“Did you ever think you could eat that much?” Pia asked, raking her manicured nails across his bare belly. He shivered visibly. “You’ll soon burst through the barriers that now envelop you. As your appetite spirals higher, you will grow fat and be prepared to accept all that is offered.” Her finger then softly brushed his velvety sack.
“Are you ready to commence?” she asked. Sloane moaned softly and nodded.
Sloane closed his eyes and placed his head back down on the cushioned board. Pia continuing her work on his enormous gut for nearly twenty minutes. She positioned her hands underneath his fattened sides, manipulating his flesh, pushing his mammoth belly higher into the air. He squeezed his plump thighs together. His ass tightened as she began to palpitate his fat at an increasing intensity.
Then the women returned with more cake. They urged him to eat more. Sloane laboriously ate the cake. Although Pia made more room in his belly, he still felt stuffed. His cheeks plumped outward yet again as his belly was pumped larger and more spherically than ever.
Jenna encouraged him…taunted him…calling him fatty…blimp…porky…and after each “term of endearment” Sloane would suck in more. He felt his belly tighten, rising like a ball of dough, pushing forward and outward.
Pia began to apply more oil to her customer’s distended abdomen. “You’ve got a thick frame, Mr. Sloane, you will increase nicely.” She rubbed his bloated belly more gently mindful of its increasing inflation. “It’s good to see you’ve rediscovered your healthy appetite. You will need it.”
Sloane motioned for Pia to come closer. He whispered something into her ear. She smiled and sent one of the women out of the room. Pia didn’t wait for her return. She motioned the other woman to come hither and continue to stuff him.
He had no real idea how much he was eating. It was like he was in a dream. More and more was forced into him and then the cakes were replaced by a four gallon tub of ice cream. His head was raised and feet parted wide.
Jenna stepped between his legs and grasped his flaccid shaft. He moaned as it quickly came to life. Quickly, Sloane’s belly resembled a balloon as he was stuffed and milked harder by his sweet wife. Everything became a blur. The only thing he cared about was devouring the next creamy spoonful.
He ate more quickly, crying out as he was mercilessly stretched further. But, he knew if he slowed, so would Jenna’s hand. She reached up and rubbed his bloated underbelly, bringing grunts and increased panting. He was running a race. He thought he would burst he was so full.
He forced down more…gulping…gasping…“My, my, Sloane! Jenna exclaimed in mock disbelief. “You have grown really fat! You’re turning into a fat piglet, aren’t you?”
“P…pp…lease…please don’t…stop,” Sloane panted. Jenna massaged his hairy balls as she jerked his shaft. She expertly brought him repeatedly to a climax and then would hold off just as Sloane was about to ejaculate. “Need…need to cum…do it to me…” he pleaded.
When Sloane’s belly reached its maximum distention, she increased pressure around his shaft.
Oh, God, he thought. I’m going to burst!
Sloane cried out as he came over and over again. He was shaky and feeling vulnerable as Jenna stepped pushed his legs back together, came up to his face, and kissed him passionately.
Jenna smiled broadly. She mentally was congratulating herself on her grand achievement. But, then…she felt a tug at her elbow. Two strong, muscular men were at each elbow, pulling her backward and hoisting her up on a tall stool.
Sloane looked on in exhaustion…a smile beginning to turn the corners of his lips.
“Are you ready to commence?” she asked. Sloane moaned softly and nodded.
Sloane closed his eyes and placed his head back down on the cushioned board. Pia continuing her work on his enormous gut for nearly twenty minutes. She positioned her hands underneath his fattened sides, manipulating his flesh, pushing his mammoth belly higher into the air. He squeezed his plump thighs together. His ass tightened as she began to palpitate his fat at an increasing intensity.
Then the women returned with more cake. They urged him to eat more. Sloane laboriously ate the cake. Although Pia made more room in his belly, he still felt stuffed. His cheeks plumped outward yet again as his belly was pumped larger and more spherically than ever.
Jenna encouraged him…taunted him…calling him fatty…blimp…porky…and after each “term of endearment” Sloane would suck in more. He felt his belly tighten, rising like a ball of dough, pushing forward and outward.
Pia began to apply more oil to her customer’s distended abdomen. “You’ve got a thick frame, Mr. Sloane, you will increase nicely.” She rubbed his bloated belly more gently mindful of its increasing inflation. “It’s good to see you’ve rediscovered your healthy appetite. You will need it.”
Sloane motioned for Pia to come closer. He whispered something into her ear. She smiled and sent one of the women out of the room. Pia didn’t wait for her return. She motioned the other woman to come hither and continue to stuff him.
He had no real idea how much he was eating. It was like he was in a dream. More and more was forced into him and then the cakes were replaced by a four gallon tub of ice cream. His head was raised and feet parted wide.
Jenna stepped between his legs and grasped his flaccid shaft. He moaned as it quickly came to life. Quickly, Sloane’s belly resembled a balloon as he was stuffed and milked harder by his sweet wife. Everything became a blur. The only thing he cared about was devouring the next creamy spoonful.
He ate more quickly, crying out as he was mercilessly stretched further. But, he knew if he slowed, so would Jenna’s hand. She reached up and rubbed his bloated underbelly, bringing grunts and increased panting. He was running a race. He thought he would burst he was so full.
He forced down more…gulping…gasping…“My, my, Sloane! Jenna exclaimed in mock disbelief. “You have grown really fat! You’re turning into a fat piglet, aren’t you?”
“P…pp…lease…please don’t…stop,” Sloane panted. Jenna massaged his hairy balls as she jerked his shaft. She expertly brought him repeatedly to a climax and then would hold off just as Sloane was about to ejaculate. “Need…need to cum…do it to me…” he pleaded.
When Sloane’s belly reached its maximum distention, she increased pressure around his shaft.
Oh, God, he thought. I’m going to burst!
Sloane cried out as he came over and over again. He was shaky and feeling vulnerable as Jenna stepped pushed his legs back together, came up to his face, and kissed him passionately.
Jenna smiled broadly. She mentally was congratulating herself on her grand achievement. But, then…she felt a tug at her elbow. Two strong, muscular men were at each elbow, pulling her backward and hoisting her up on a tall stool.
Sloane looked on in exhaustion…a smile beginning to turn the corners of his lips.
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