"Second Chances"

This is part 2 of "The Manhattan Getaway".  I finally introduce, Vince, Jenna's controlling, manipulative husband.  As you'll soon see, he's a nasty piece of work. 

"Second Chances"

Jenna & Sloane:  Part 2

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vince asked, curling his lip in disgust.
“Just finishing lunch,” his wife, Jenna replied, looking up from her plate of leftover stew in surprise. Vince hadn’t been expected home until close to six.
Vince stormed into the kitchen putting his Coach briefcase on the center marble island. He quickly observed the empty Tupperware – nearly licked clean.
“Stand up and hold out your arms,” Vince demanded.
Acquainted with Vince’s infamous temper, Jenna swiftly complied, standing very straight. It would have been difficult not to spot how well defined Jenna’s belly was under her stretchy top. Since returned from New York City three months ago, she had packed on another thirteen pounds which brought her weight gain to a whopping thirty-six pounds in seventeen weeks. This brought her current weight up to 253 pounds.

 Jenna (well...actually Lizzy) at the beginning of "The Manhattan Getaway"

 Jenna (or Lizzy) at the end of "The Manhattan Getaway"

Jenna (Lizzy) plumping up by the beginning of "Second Chances"

Vince had not allowed her to buy new clothing to replace the clothes that were now too tight or couldn’t get around her larger expanse. He had given his reasoning as “hoping she would gain some sense and shed the weight”. He felt her lack of appropriate clothes would give her “some food for thought” as he put it. “When you’re bursting out of the last of your pants, you’ll be forced to go on a diet, Tubby,” Vince had said with venom.
But she had defied him – not that she could help it. Her appetite and sheer capacity pushed her to eat more and frequently overeat – always craving more.
Vince started his daily tirades about her weight gain the evening she had met him at the Waldorf Astoria after her week long stint in Manhattan being stuffed to gills by her feeder, Sloane. Vince had some very important clients he was entertaining from Egypt and he wanted Jenna to accompany him. She had graciously acquiesced as was her custom when Vince asked her to business-related functions. Although her secret hope had been dashed that he actually wanted to see her and have if not a romantic dinner – at least a pleasant one to themselves.

So tightly she laced herself into a corset so she could be able to fasten the evening dress Vince had brought her from home, made it difficult if not impossible to breathe let alone eat. Jenna was pleasant and held up her end of the conversation, but her lack of appetite was noticed even by one of Vince’s clients. “You’ve barely touched your meal,” he said.
Jenna had answered, “I must have gotten caught up in all the pleasant conversation.”
“Well, we mustn’t put you off enjoying your dinner,” Vince had laughed, putting a dinner roll to her lips. Although his face was all smiles, his eyes were shooting her daggers. She took his offering, swallowing it with a half smile.

Jenna put on a happy face even though her corset cut into her expanding gut

Her corset so tight she felt as if  her flesh would explode from its confines...her dress ripping to shreds as she poured forth...

Jenna busied herself cutting her chicken cordon bleu into small pieces as the men spoke of business dealings. Vince eyed her urgently. Jenna sighed inwardly, plastering a smile on her face and put the first of many morsels in her mouth. Vince smiled almost triumphantly and continued his discussion ignoring her presence at the table almost entirely. I MUST BE ALMOST DONE BEING OF ANY USE, Jenna thought to herself.
In the meantime, Jenna played the role of the demure housewife leaving the business talk to the men as she struggled to keep her breathing steady as she felt her belly swelling becoming tightly girdled…squeezing…no place to go.

 

Jenna felt like a balloon stretched to the ends of its elasticity, but still being inflated. Luckily, the waiter began to clear the table, saving Jenna from the last few painful mouthfuls. She was finally able to excuse herself and take refuge in the ladies room.
In the stall, Jenna huffed and puffed, trying to readjust her undergarments. But it was useless. If she loosened it, she was sure to bust out of her dress. She looked at her watch. DINNER COULDN’T LAST TOO MUCH LONGER, she thought.
Upon her return to the table, Jenna was horrified to discover that Vince had taken the liberty and ordered everyone dessert and brandy. Jenna was glad for the cordial which she drank quicker than she would normally. It dulled the pain of the bloat. It gave her the vigor to tackle the velvety chocolate mousse. But, the dessert was soon finished and the dinner was finally at an end.
She was barely able to hold off her groaning. Soon as the elevator doors closed with just her and Vince inside, she leaned against the wall, both hands wrapped around her midsection as she moaned in agony.

Looking around as if to see that they weren’t being observed, Vince helped Jenna from the elevator and half-carried her into the hotel room.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Vince demanded.
“Help…I need you to help me out of my girdle…”Jenna cried.
“Crap! How much weight have you put on?” Vince asked, unzipping her.
As Jenna unhooked herself, her flesh poured out.
“God, what have you been eating while you were staying with your sister? “ Vince exclaimed. “How did you get so damn fat?” He had put his big hands on her belly and gave it a good shake. It barely moved, it was so tightly packed – a full day of eating.
That twenty-two pound gain caused her so much grief. Vince was on her case constantly asking how much she ate on a particular day…how much exercise she had…how much of a pig she was becoming.

***

Now, she stood before her husband as he marched around her, inspecting her inflated middle, poking, and prodding her. She hadn’t meant to eat the entire two quart container full of beef stew, but she’d been starving herself for most of the week and had barely lost a pound.

In Vince's mind's eye...his wife swollen with food and getting larger by the second

“You’re really porking out like the fat piggy you are,” Vince said, grabbing her rolls of fat squeezed from her waistband of her tight jeans. Jenna pushed down the faint feeling of desire that surfaced in her as he continued to grab and gyrate her unyielding flesh.
“Just how fat are you planning on getting, Jenna?” Vince asked. “You’re a real plumper – blowing yourself up like a giant balloon.”
“Vince, I…” she began.
“You know,” Vince cut in, beginning to pace before her, “I’m through with this! You want to fatten up, then I’ll help you. I’ll feed you so full; you won’t be able to walk. Sit down, now.” He pushed Jenna roughly into a seat. He grabbed a long loaf of Italian bread, teaching off the end. Vince then stuffed the end fully into her mouth.

“Mmphfft...” Jenna gulped, the bread jammed firmly into her mouth.
“Now, you’ll eat every bite,” Vince said, barely giving her time to finish before pushing the whole loaf into her face.
The scene resembled some sort of depraved cartoon – Vince on one side and she on the other with the bread in between…him pushing the bread into her…crumbs covering her chest…cheeks horribly swollen …chewing…more of the bread pushed into her gaping mouth…belly swelling…feeling the back of her head pushed against the wall as she slowly devoured every bite…her head bobbing back and forth…clutching her inflating middle.
When she finished, she could only cry, “Please stop…I’m too full…”

“I’m just giving you what you want, Tubby…a good stuffing,” he growled, pulling out a container of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, beginning to spoon it into her mouth. “Don’t you enjoy swelling so fat, darling girl? Don’t you like your big belly?”
“Too much…really stuffed…full” Jenna managed to plead between mouthfuls.
Amazingly, he stopped but instead of putting it away, he stuck it in the microwave and melted it to a liquid state. Coming behind her, he roughly tilted back her head, making her consume every drop. Jenna sat there, gripping her sore belly.

“I’m leaving you!” Jenna cried.
“Don’t’ be ridiculous. I’ll cut you off – you’ll be penniless - remember the prenupual agreement you signed,” he snapped. “I’ll take the children away from you. I’ll show the judge how much of a good for nothing you’re become – a pampered piglet. Now get your corpulence onto that treadmill, now!”
Jenna sniffled, but complied knowing her back was pushed up against the proverbial wall. He turned the treadmill up to 5.5 and had her jog, her hands clutching her swollen underbelly.

As she ran huffing, puffing, and red-faced, Vince turned away from her, hiding his swelling hard-on. He half closed the door, unzipping his pants. He watched her struggle as he masturbated. Vince finally had to close the door as he climaxed, shooting loads of cumm.

He hastily cleaned up, shouted into Jenna to get off the machine, and get serous about her diet. He then picked up his cell phone, looking through the phone numbers, chose one, and pushed dial.
“Hello,” a deep masculine voice responded on the other end.
“It’s me,” Vince replied. “I require your services once again.”
“Things aren’t going as you expected?” the man asked.
“No, Sloane, I’m greatly disappointed in her lack of growth,” Vince began. “I was more than pleased when she displayed your results to me. But she has not continued your work.”
“Have you encouraged her to eat more?” Sloan questioned.
“Of course, I have,” Vince snapped. “After that first evening when it appeared she was dieting, I began to cajole her and even pushed her harder to diet – a little reverse psychology. Jenna always needed handling. She did exactly the opposite, as I suspected and started putting on weight. But she has only gone up another thirteen pounds or so.”
“You know with normal activities she won’t put on the weight as fast?” Sloane asked. “Perhaps you’re pushing her too hard.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Vince answered. “I think she actually requires a harder push – that’s where you come in. I’m transferring you to Boston. I’ve already arranged for an apartment and will pay your moving costs. I’ll give you the pay scale we had agreed upon when you preformed this service a few months ago and I will send you a bonus schedule for each – shall we say twenty pounds acquired. This, of course, is in addition to our normal salary in the company.”
Sloane just shook his head. The man was so cold. The fattening of his wife was just another business dealing for him, not the pleasurable experience if should have been.
“Will you be bringing your wife and sons with you?” Vince asked.
“Ah…no. We’re legally separated…things haven’t worked out,” Sloane explained, sadly.
“Sorry to hear that,” Vince said. He wasn’t sorry. In fact, he was elated. This way Jenna would have Sloane’s undivided attentions. “So, how soon could you get here?”
“Oh, I’d say early next week. I just have to tie up a few loose ends here,” Sloane replied. “Has it ever entered your mind that perhaps she doesn’t wish to gain anymore weight?”
Vince chuckled. “Her desires are immaterial. She’s my wife and I desire her to be an immensely plump one at that. I want you to make sure this happens. I’ll be moving around my schedule so I won’t be at home much. Take her out. Do whatever you deem necessary to ensure the final outcome. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Sloane answered and hung up.

***

Ten days later, Jenna was shopping at the grocery store she ran into Sloane. Sloane’s cart was filled with beer, chips, prepackaged salads, and a bag of potatoes, a roast beef, and some canned food items.

“Sloane!” Jenna started. “Oh, my lord!”
Sloane gave her a hug. “You look so good. How have you been?”
In fact, Sloane was shocked by her appearance – her face pale, eyes had lost their sparkle, and her hair had somehow lost its luster. Jenna still appealingly plump, but she looked sickly and drown. This was not the happy woman he had left back in NYC. She seemed a shadow of herself.
“Oh…fine,” she replied. “What are you doing in these parts?”
“My division was just transferred here. I moved into my new apartment yesterday – just picking up some supplies,” Sloane said, pointing to his full cart. “Say, why don’t you come for dinner tonight. I’m making a roast.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Sloane. You see I’ve been watching my weight…” she began.
“Oh, no pressure,” Sloane cut in. “Just a friendly dinner – promise. I wouldn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”
“I remember a time when you did,” Jenna said with a sly smile.
“You had said you wanted to so something like that when we corresponded…I’ll do whatever you want…even eat the entire roast if that’s what you desire,” Sloane answered, not quite believing what he just suggested.
Sloane had been overweight when he had met his soon to be ex-wife, Julia. As they dated and his happiness increased, so did his waistline. Two years after their wedding, he had ballooned to almost 350 pounds.

Sloane, two years ago, weighing in at 350 pounds.

Then Julia had gotten into a health kick, dropping all the baby weight and then some. She insisted that he do the same. It took well over a year before he took off the weight taking him down to a slimmer 195 pounds.

Sloane chiseled body at 195 pounds at the beginning of "The Manhattan Getaway"

Meeting Jenna had not only made a lasting impression on his mind, but also on his waistline. It brought his weight to 218 pounds. This weight gain did not go unnoticed with Jenna. She noticed that his belly was a bit pudgier and his waist had thickened. She nearly blushed when she realized that she had been gawking at his midsection.

 

Sloane still chiseled, but now putting on a belly at 218 pounds

“Well, Vince will be attending a cocktail party in town tonight,” Jenna mused. “I think I can make it…yes…yes…I’ll be there.”
“Fantastic,” Sloane replied, writing down his address for her. It was only five miles from her home.

***
Jenna arrived at Sloane’s apartment around seven o’clock that evening. She stomped her feet, kicking off the loose snow from her brown, leather boots. She rang the bell and was buzzed in. Jenna slowly walked up the narrow stairwell of the old apartment building to the second floor. Sloane greeted her with a hug and took her coat. His eyes immediately took her in, moving up and down her form. She wore a tight-fitting chocolate-brown skirt, knee-length boots, and a chunky apricot-colored sweater- her belly poked out just enough to be visible.

He took her on a brief tour of the place. Mostly everything he owned was still back in NY in a storage unit, but Vince had given him some money for furnishings – a small kitchen table with two chairs, sofa, coffee table, and computer desk – all picked up the day before yesterday from IKEA. The futon bed and large, oak cedar chest holding most of his clothing were the only two things he brought from home other than a few boxes of books and some personal items.
At the conclusion of the tour, he showed her into the livingroom and poured her a glass of Merlot. Vivaldi’s Four Seasons was playing in the background. Sloane left her alone for a few minutes to put the finishing touches on their dinner – occasionally calling to her from the kitchenette. Jenna spent the time strolling around his livingroom, sipping her wine and browsing the bookshelves that were built into the walls. The shelves were lined with pictures of his sons as well as detective novels, a book on the history of food, assorted cookbooks, a few fitness related books, one on fly fishing, and a few travel guides about Rome, Paris, Boston, Germany, travel in the US Midwest, and England. Otherwise, there were a few stray boxes half-opened lining the bottom shelves.
“Dinner’s ready!” Sloane called into the livingroom.
Sloane had thrown a plain, linen tablecloth across the small round table and place a vase of Jenna’s favorite flowers, yellow roses, at its center. A heaping bowl of mashed potatoes, brown gravy, plain green salad, and parker house rolls, and mixed steamed vegetables joined the roast beef.
I KNOW I SHOULDN’T EAT, BUT I’M SO HUNGRY. PERHAPS A LITTLE WON’T REALLY HURT, Jenna said to herself.
Jenna ate with great enthusiasm finishing the large portions Sloane had doled out for her. His plate also was piled high with the rich, well-seasoned food. She began to sweat as her belly swelled, so she removed her sweater and only a tightly-paced silk camisole barely restrained her blossoming belly.  Soon, her stomach not used to the weight of a good dinner began protruding sharply, pushing up her camisole.


Sloane’s own belly began to pooch outward becoming rounder and more pronounced – his chinos feeling increasingly constrictive.

He made sure his eating matched her own so she didn’t feel that she was being deliberately fattened for the slaughter – which consequently was exactly what her husband had in mind for her. But he put those thoughts to the back of his mind and concentrated on how much better his meal was when Jenna shared it with him.

They chatted gaily – so engrossed in conversation that they didn’t notice that between them they had devoured nearly most of the roast beef and all of the fixings. Sloane became slowly aware of this only when he discovered that he was having difficulty leaning forward – his belly a fat, tight ball. Jenna was similarly affected except she didn’t feel her waistband digging into her expanded middle since her button had never been fastened on her skirt. It had been held shut by a rubber band that had expanded with her.

Sloane felt wickedly bloated. “You know, Jenna, I’ve been worried about you,” Sloane began, leaning back in his chair, absently rubbing his overstuffed belly. “Are things going alright with Vince?”
Jenna’s eyes lowered to the floor. “Well, things have always been rather complicated when it comes to Vince. He’s a man who knows his own mind. You can’t have a different opinion especially when it comes to things at home. It’s always been his way or no way.”
“Don’t you have a say in what goes on in your own home at all?” Sloane asked.
“Not since I gave up my job to raise our four children. According to Vince, I’m not entitled to an opinion since I don’t contribute monetarily to the household. “Jenna stated.
Sloane shook his head. “That’s terrible, Jenna. I had no idea.”
“I’ve gotten used to it. But I have been working on putting my career back on track,” Jenna said, cheerfully. He doesn’t know that I’ve secretly gone back to work for the magazine I used to work for before Vince I were married. I’ve been working part time writing articles under a penname so Vince wouldn’t find out – that is until I’m ready to tell him. I just need a little more time.”
“Are you planning on divorcing him?” he asked.
“Yes, but I need to have some money put aside for a good lawyer. I know Vince will fight me for the children just out of spite. He’s an incredibly wealthy and well connected business man,” she answered.
“Is it all on the up and up or is he involved in something unsavory?” Sloane asked - his interest peaked.
“I’ve had my suspicions but can’t prove anything. . . I really don’t know anything about his business dealings other than accompanying him to an occasional company function. Anyway, enough about me… what have you been doing with yourself?” she asked.
Sloane told her the narrative of his current situation – leaving out that he was hired by her husband to beef her up, of course. He told her that his wife would be maintaining custody of his two sons and he would have visitation. They were being very cordial about the whole thing. It was something that they had both wanted for a long time.
Sloane then asked Jenna if she would consider accompanying him to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. He told her about that there was an exhibition by Stefano Arienti called The Asian Shore he though she would enjoy seeing. After consulting with her mini-date book, she saw that Vince would be occupied and her kids: John (age 14), Devon (age 10), Meghan (ages), and Andrew (age 5) would be in school and involved in after school care or the sports program – so she agreed.
With that decided upon, Sloane served the cherry pie Jenna had brought for dessert. Jenna felt a sharp stab of pain as the rubber band holding together her skirt suddenly snapped. Jenna's stomach appeared as if it had been pumped full with several quarts of fluid, a round ball.

 

Jenna so inflated, pumped full to bursting...

With the skirt loosened, she felt herself widen flowing forward. Slightly embarrassed, Jenna excused herself to his bathroom were she was able to pin her skirt partially closed. Meanwhile, Sloane suddenly realized his stomach was stretched tight and beginning to ache, so distended from the massive quantities of food he had just consumed. Sweat was beginning to appear on his brow and ran down his face from the pressure that was mounting inside his filled abdomen.
“What’s the matter, Slim, full already? “Jenna teased, reentering the room. “I hope you have room for some more pie. I baked it especially for you.”

Darling, feed me more...until my belly is rounded out and bursting

Knowing full well he had reached his limit, Sloane turned and shuffled over to the coffee table anyway and cut himself a handsome slice of the luscious pie. Jenna found herself enjoying the spectacle of Sloane trying to force in more into his obviously overstuffed belly. She looked on in awe as he wolfed down yet another slice – his belly pumped up like an over inflated beach ball. He then began to burp feverishly.

Sloane excused himself staggering slightly as if his newfound weight threw him off balance. He collapsed on the Sofa, rubbing his swollen belly which swelled over his belt. For the first time in a long time, Sloane was stuffed to capacity. He was painfully bloated, well past comfortably full.

 

Sloane feeling the increasing pressure, but so spellbound by the beautiful Jenna that he just couldn't be concerned

 He found the pressure strongly arousing especially when Jenna placed her hand on his belly. He blushed furiously which set off a long string of grumbles and groans from his belly as well as a string of belches. Knowing Jenna was watching filled him with extreme lust, which made him pant quite hard and moan softly.

“Oh, you poor, baby. Let me help you,” Jenna said, pulling up his shirt exposing his poor, overfed gut. His belly had positively ballooned. He looked pregnant…ready to drop. Sloane attempted to suck it in, but couldn’t ...it was so pushed out with his overindulgence.
He shivered as she raked her manicured fingernails across his chest. Jenna placed her fingertips just below Sloane’s ribcage and massaged in circles, pushing down firmly. His massive belly was rock hard; he breathed out heavily as the fullness of his stomach suddenly revealed itself to him. He closed his eyes and groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, holding his sides with both hands.

Jenna began kneading his belly, pushing down firmly in the middle and working her fingertips outward toward his sides. Jenna saw that Sloane was getting very hard; he was enjoying this as much as she was.
Jenna unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and his belly expanded outward, pushing the zipper partly down.

Sloane expanded after a filling dinner...his buttons popping...the zipper just won't close

Sloane let out a low, seductive moan as Jenna’s hands began to explore him, pushing his zipper all the way down. His face suddenly contorted in despair as he felt the enormous pressure in his belly develop to an unbearable crescendo. Jenna’s fingers worked quickly. Her palms pressing into his bloated flesh…compelling it to…Sloane finally let out a tremendous burp.

She smiled quickly sliding off his blue jeans. He lay helplessly so colossally turned on, unable to move…totally at her mercy…finally. He closed his eyes as he again felt her hands caressing his tender, bulging abdomen. A feeling of warmth rushed through him. His breathing increased as she straddled him on the sofa…her stuffed belly brushing his. He tentatively reached out. His fingertips scraped the outside of her bulky sweater which she had put on to hide her growing figure from him. She pulled the sweater over her head revealing an incredibly stretched out camisole barely about to contain her inflated girth.

She became excited as she felt his manhood expand even fuller under her clit.
“Please, please, Jenna,” Sloane begged. “I’m dying. I’m so stuffed and so turned on by you…I love you…I feel like…like…I could literally burst…”
She pulled herself off his lap, pulling off his black, boxer briefs. Lifting her skirt, she impaled herself on his engorged shaft. Sloane gasped, as felt his shaft was engulfed in a moist, tight vise. “Ahhhggrrrrr…” he yelled. “Ooohhhhh…please, Jenna…faster…ahhhggrrrr…”
Sloane clutched her swollen belly, making her moan in unison with him. “Slim, you’re getting so fat. Do you want to be able to truly eat, to stuff and stuff until you lie back with your massive belly up over you so tight and stretched and ready to swell bigger?” she asked him as he moaned, his eyes squeezed closed, his head moving side to side. You need your food now don’t you, baby… and you need your fat belly bigger...”
“Oh…oh…ohhhh…god, yes…” Sloane whimpered.
“Why did you ever let yourself get so thin? When you always knew you were meant to be rubbed…caressed…” she whispered, seductively, feeling him tremble more violently underneath her, “kissed…by your feeder…”
“Naahhgggg…oh…oh…oh…ahhhrrrrgggrrrr…” he yelled as he climaxed, tears streaming down his face, his breath ragged.
Jenna leaned forward, kissing him full on his quivering lips still straining from his intense orgasm and gasping from the weight of his conspicuously overfed bulge. She left the room, clearing away the food, and went to his bedroom, bringing out a pillow and blanket. Sloane was still rubbing his belly when she returned, drowsily, breathing deeply, and laying on the sofa in all his engorged glory. His belly was full and round, swollen to at least twice its normal size. She lifted his head to put the pillow under his head and covered him with a light blanket. As she went to leave, he reached out and lightly touched her wrist. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she whispered, leaving him to a peaceful and exhausted sleep.

***

After dropping the kids off at school on Tuesday, Jenna raced downtown to meet Sloane in front of the museum. She nursed a cup of coffee between her gloved hands, her breath forming soft whisping whirs in the bitter cold. Sloane arrived fifteen minutes later, chowing down on chocolate donut. His leather coat open, revealing a white shirt underneath. At closer inspection, Jenna could see a sizable rounding of his belly.

He had been gaining much more weight that she thought…or perhaps he was just still a little puffy from last night. He kissed her, hugging her close. She gave his a good poke in his belly, smiled at him slyly, and led him to the ticket window.
They spent almost two hours at the museum, followed by a decedent lunch at a local bistro for lunch. They strolled around town window shopping for the rest of the afternoon, snacking on hot pretzels and roasted chestnuts. They had an early dinner at the chain, Legal Seafood. They ate quickly since Jenna had to get back to her kids’ schools by six to pick them up from their afterschool clubs and activities.
So, Sloane ate his entire meal with great speed as did Jenna. Both were good and stuffed in no time. But, Jenna did make sure Sloane finished not just his cheesecake that he ordered for dessert, but her slice, too. She watched as he struggled to fit it all in, his buttons beginning to strain on his white shirt.

Sloane stuffed by Jenna.  His belly enlarged under her loving attention. 

Jenna decided that he needed a small nudge to inspire him, so she took off her shoe and reached her leg across the table. He foot coming up to rest between his legs, her toes pressing roughly against his scrotum. His eyes bulged slightly in surprise. He then bent forward to shovel in everything as her toes massaged his sac, poking his underbelly. By the time he was done, he nearly staggered from his chair he was so full. They made a date to meet on Friday to go to a movie in the afternoon.
Later that night, Jenna had brought in a bucket of KFC for the kids, helped them with their homework, and saw them up to bed. She had just finished floating around in her bubble bath for awhile and was just about to retire to the bedroom with a saucy romance novel, when Vince got in from work. She has him a peck on the cheek and attempted to brush by him. But, he grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her to him. He grabbed her, pulling her into a savage kiss. Disgusted by his savagery, she pulled away from him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled off her robe, exposing her naked belly and breasts.

Vince could tell that she had put on some weight…but very little. It was time to give her a stronger push toward Sloane. She’d eat for him. She had before.
“You're getting so fat, Jenna… and some of it isn’t even intentional any more, you're just starting to eat and act like a good little fatty, a food addict.... thinking of food more and more, aren’t you?” he said pushing her onto the overstuffed sofa.
“What the hell is the matter with you, Vince?” Jenna said, trying to move away from him, but he pushed her back down into the sofa.
“What size pants are holding you in now, Piggy? Stuffing your fat face these days, Hon? Thinking about food all the time, nearly bursting out of your fat lady clothes…risking ripping seams now?” he pointed at her accusingly. “You need to diet. You’re turning into such a porker, Jenna. Such a fat pig.”
He surprised her when he flipped her over his shoulder and brought her kicking and yelling up to their bedroom. Vince threw her down on the bed. “You’ll be staying here the next few days…a little deprivation is good for the soul, Jenna,” he said, as he backed out, locking the door.
She banged furiously on the door demanding that he let her out. He warned her not to frighten the children. He would see her again on Friday…if she was a good girl. Vince chuckled to himself as he left her there, rolled up in a ball on the other side of the door, defeated. WHEN SHE GETS OUT OF THERE, SLOANE SHOULD HAVE NO PROBLEMS FATTENED HER UP AND GOOD. SHE’LL PROBABLY GNAW OFF HIS ARM,” Vince thought.

***

Wednesday and Thursday went by in a blur. The only thing that came through the door was several liters of bottled water during the day. Apparently, Vince intended on keeping her well hydrated. So, Jenna chugged the water…every single bottle he sent in to keep her belly full and try to forget about her hunger pains.
Bottle after bottle, the water quenched her thirst, ballooning her belly as she filled herself to the brim. She burped raucously sitting for hours holding her rumbling, gassy belly…terrible hunger pains…trying to forget her discomfort. Then more bottled water would arrive to replace what she had drunk. She defiantly tore off the plastic cap, brought it to her parched lips, and emptied the water into herself. The spring water surged into her mouth, fattening her cheeks. Then it was empty, and she would repeat with another bottle.

Jenna felt swollen with water...her belly like a water balloon....wishing she'd pop...

Her belly began to expand again…so full and round…bloated with water. She could hear sloshing sounds emanating from her bloated belly. She drank down another bottle and then another…drowned the damn hungry cries…her belly continued to expand…pressure inside…belly forming an overinflated beach ball. Then Jenna let out a tremendous belch…stood and rubbed her belly. She was glad she wasn’t wearing any clothing other than her bathrobe for her buttons were sure to have burst under the strain.
Then blessed sleep…forgets about food…if only for a short while…

***

Friday morning came and Vince opened the door, leaving it unlocked. He went in. She was sleeping fitfully, looking strained. He left her a note on the bed that he was flying to Vancouver on business and wouldn’t be returning until the following week. He told her to make the most of their time apart by hitting the treadmill. He was sure that this would push her over the edge. He was looking forward to seeing his extremely fattened piggy wife upon his return from Canada.
Jenna came awake very groggy and light headed. She saw the note, cursing him out loud. The house was empty. Vince must have already dropped the children off at school. Her demanding hunger forced her up and into the kitchen. She opened up the refrigerator, peering unsteadily inside. She was famished. She pulled out chicken, leftover mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, plump sausages, Yorkshire pudding, creamed spinach, quiche – and then her feasting began in earnest.
 

She ripped into the food, shoving it into her gaping mouth…so hungry…becoming wickedly bloated…more food then leftover pie…wedges of cheese disappeared…belly straining…agonizingly bloated…more…more..more…
Jenna was in food frenzy. She began to breathe heavily. Her swollen belly stuck straight out, swelling to more than twice its size. Jenna couldn’t stop until everything edible was jammed into her belly. A pitcher of lemonade she sucked down…belly blowing out further now…She stretched her belly more eating pop tarts, brownies…her skin stretching beyond its limit.
Suddenly, she was on her hands and knees in front of the refrigerator crying in pain. Her belly severely distended. Her binge at an end, brought her back to reality…the painful reality that she had blown herself up so fat that she couldn’t stand. Her sides cramped…her belly jutting outward, a colossal sphere.

 

She was nearly sick. She crawled on her hands and knees to her room. She called Sloane, said she had taken ill and wouldn’t be able to meet him until possibly tomorrow. Then she called the babysitter and arranged for her kids to be picked up from school at 6:00. She knew she was in no condition and she knew she had a few things to do. After only the slightest exertion of picking up the phone and making her calls, she was exhausted… puffed up…drowsy. She dragged herself up the stairs, crawled into bed…cradling her sphere of bloated flesh…She would sleep for a few hours and then dress and go out and do what she should have done long ago…

***

Early Saturday morning, Jenna dropped her kids off with her parents for the weekend. Actually, she made plans for her parents to take them for the week. They would be dropping and picking them up from school and their afterschool activities. She told her parents that she was going on a much needed holiday to think things out regarding her marriage. They had known for some time that she and Vince had been having problems. They weren’t surprised. They had never liked him to begin with and never understood their daughter’s affection for him. After taking a good look at Jenna, her mother mentioned to her father, how a break would do Jenna a “world of good”. She looked terrible – not the weight gain, but her washed-out looks and the strain seemed to be showing on her.
Before going to meet with Sloane, Jenna made a stop at the bank and then went to the magazine to drop off a story she had been working on…of course unknown by Vince. She spoke with Keith Jacobs, the editor, telling him that she wanted to accept his offer of a full-time position with the magazine. Mr. Jacobs shook her hand enthusiastically and told her that her starting date would be sometime the following month.
A few hours later she was walking down the street toward the book store she had promised to meet Sloane. She opened the door of “The Poet’s Hut”; her senses assailed by the strong scents of roasted coffee beans. She looked around and saw Sloane on the left, waving at her. She smiled, and walked briskly to the table he was holding. He rose, planting a kiss firmly on her lips.
“I was about to go up and order something. Would you like a coffee and something to eat?” Sloane asked.
Jenna suddenly realized just how hungry she was, so she asked Sloane to choose a sandwich for her to go with her coffee. He smiled at her and lumbered out of his seat to fetch them some lunch.
Man, Jenna thought to herself. I don’t know if it’s my imagination or what…but Sloane really seems to have put on more weight than I thought.

When Sloane approached the table a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of coffee, several sandwiches, and some cake, Jenna looked closely at the fact that his jeans were now skin tight - the material stretched tautly over his now beefy thighs. His brawny chest sported a layer or two of extra padding, and his belly was exquisite – a plump ball-belly rounding out more as he sat just opposite Jenna.

Sloane no longer the gym rat... starting to pack it on...

She was surprised at herself that she hadn’t noticed the change in him. She guessed that it was so gradual that had missed it, being so close to him now. But, what she was sure of was that he would soon be moving away from this new stage of plumpness and would shortly be approaching a rounder more globular shape…increasing in size and weight…until he truly ballooned…FAT beyond a doubt. And she found herself looking forward to it…desiring to be part of his fattening process. She wanted so badly to see him full…brimming…bursting…so much more than she ever wanted to fill herself. She found him so sexy. So alluring. So enticing. His corpulence drawing her in…pulling her helplessly toward him.
Jenna took a turkey and havarti sandwich on a baguette while Sloane tore into the warm pastrami on thick rye bread. She ate slowly, almost with a kind of precision – arranging the cheese on the meat so that she would get an equal amount with each bite and chewing exactly the same number of times with each minuscule bite. Sloane had wolfed down another two sandwiches, becoming all the time more satiated – so absorbed listening to the poetry being read, the succulence of his repast, and the loveliness of his companion that he was nearly mortified to accept his ignorance of Jenna’s haze which - must been going on for some time before he finally took notice.
He suddenly became aware of her pallor – so washed out with almost an inner exhaustion which illuminated her very being. Sloane was so angry with himself that he had been so oblivious to her distress. He put his hand on her arm. She looked up startled, finally brought out of her stupor – at least somewhat. Sloane discerned that she remained somewhat withdrawn in her countenance. But, she smiled kindly, looking at him amorously. With that longing look, Sloane felt a stirring deep within himself. If he didn’t know it before…he knew it at that moment. He was head-over-heels in love with Jenna.
Jenna pushed the 3 slices of pie in Sloane’s direction. “Really, Jenna, I’m stuffed,” Sloane said, patting his swollen gut.
“Stuffed?” Jenna said, reflectively. “No quite yet, I think.”
“Well,” Sloane remarked. “If you promise to smile more, I’ll eat it all for you.” He slipped a hand underneath his shirt to unbutton his jeans and proceeded to eat everything on the table.

 

Sloane rubbing his aching, bloated belly after being stuffed by Jenna..."I'm so out of control," Sloane thought.

His aching belly jutted out and Jenna did have a satisfied smile across her face.

The next few days passed in a blur for the two of them. During the day, Jenna would busy herself either working at the magazine or walking around town waiting for Sloane to return home from work. Tuesday afternoon Sloane got out early so they went on a nature walk, driving outside the city with Jenna toting a backpack brimming with sandwiches, cookies, and soda. They stopped at a picturesque spot and they ate an early dinner. Sloane was fed like a prize hog. He was utterly stuffed like the unfortunate Thanksgiving turkey…more and more food was put in front of Sloane, spooned into his mouth, offered, insisted…he peered down at his ballooning paunch. His belly had puffed-up resembling an overinflated, sphere. When he stood up, he inhaled, attempting to suck in his belly, and then ever so slowly exhaled. His belly pushed harder and more firmly against his straining jeans until Sloane felt the snap give way with a gratifying bang. He grunted attempting to refasten it with little success; it kept popping open.
After such a large dinner, he felt beyond bloated. Why did I eat so much? he moaned, gasping, his belly a solid ball of fat. Walking became labored for Sloane as he struggled to keep up with the lighter Jenna. As they walked Jenna would reach into her pack and feed Sloane the tasty sweets, and Sloane tried to eagerly devour all she offered…his belly swelling…larger and larger…

Sloane's belly swelled enormously under his shirt

Jenna took the greatest pleasure in watching him begin to waddle holding his overstuffed belly and then relished the look of amazement on his face as he remembered they had cycled 2 miles from where they parked the car. She tried to be deaf of his grunting as his knees brushed against his hugely, distended belly. The last mile was punctuated by Sloane’s continual huffing and puffing. With Sloane red faced and sweating, they finally got to the bike rental place. Jenna returned the bikes while Sloane slowly made his way to the car and got in on the passenger side.
But rather than get in on driver’s side, she opened the passenger side and pulled the lever on the side, reclining Sloane’s seat. “Ooof!” Sloane exhaled, holding his underbelly.
Jenna straddled Sloane’s legs and pushed herself firmly against his swollen belly. Underneath her she felt the bulge expanding in his pants. She moved against him, gyrating her hips…his bugle becoming a thickening rod.
“Oooh," Sloane moaned, holding his belly, puffing his cheeks with air and slowing letting out, "I feel like I'm going to explode."

Jenna helped him off with his pants, pulling hers off as well. She couldn’t believe how swollen Sloane’s belly had become and how turned on it was making her. He grasped her full breasts and brought them to his mouth. She moaned as he latched on, sucking wildly as she softly caressed his underbelly and sides. He sucked in his breath as she mounted him, moving up and down his dripping shaft. Sloane’s legs began to shake sending his body shuddering as he felt her cum with him. Exhausted, Sloane lay back rubbing his big belly as Jenna dressed, moved into the driver’s seat, and drove back toward the city.

That evening Jenna kept Sloane quite full. Sloane tried to get Jenna to eat more, but was unsuccessful. In the back of his mind, he remembered that he was hired to overfeed her, but this fact and his other responsibilities got further and further away from him as the moment overtook him – the wonderous food being poured into him and being sexually satisfied over and over again.
After a consuming a filling chicken pot pie the two of them had baked together, Jenna stuffed him full of éclairs and cream puffs. His belly stretched, growing larger and more pronounced under his shirt. Soon the silk shirt was overstuffed with his growing middle, riding upward – seams groaning and creaking. She deftly massaged his gut, opening his pants and pulling down his zipper.
“Tell me how fat I’m getting,” Sloane said, eyes closed.
“Getting tight in there?” Jenna asked, feeding him more.
“Ah-huh,” he mumbled, shaking his head, his mouth gapping open – trying to swallow the sweet treat inside. Stuffed and full, he could hardly breathe he was so engorged.
“Looks like you’ve been gaining more than a little weight, haven’t you?” Jenna whispered in his ear. “becoming really porky.”
Sloane’s belly rumbled almost in response. Jenna laughed, patting Sloane’s great belly.

“I expect you want me to blow up like a blimp,” Sloane replied, chewing slowly.

He leaned back in his seat, rubbing the round sphere on his lap. She poked and tickled his belly, causing raucous laughter followed by a string of belches from Sloane. He took a few more bites she offered and then put up his hand. His stomach was unyielding; it had stretched tremendous taut. It trembled with enormous internal pressure. It rumbled precariously …he had finally attained his absolute limit.
Slowly Jenna slipped her hand inside his pants, coming to sit between his beefy thighs. He felt himself being pulled down and then the most delicious lips embracing his cock. He sighed, quickly becoming lightheaded. And, that was only the beginning. She made him cum again and again, until he was shaking, totally spent.

***

Friday and Saturday was spent almost entirely in Sloane’s apartment. They rented movies, ordered in Chinese, Thai, and then Mexican food to satisfy their hunger – when they were not having sex. When Sunday finally arrived both Jenna and Sloane were depressed.
“But, I’ll be back darling,” she told him, rubbing his big belly. “I’m just getting myself together and then I’m telling Vince it’s over.”
Sloane had gained a whopping 32 pounds in the past three weeks. He was bursting out of most of his clothes. He was bigger and said he felt tremendous. He knew that it was coming time where he would have to be honest with Jenna and tell her what he had been hired to do…just not yet. He needed to talk to Vince first.

***

Vince threw down his winter coat, rubbing his frozen fingers. The temperature had dropped quickly and the snow was beginning to fall. He was glad that he had arrived back in town today. Another day and he may have been stranded in an airport somewhere when the weather turned. He stamped his feet, letting the snow fall away from his thick boots.
He called Jenna’s name…then again. No answer. The kids weren’t here either. He thought something had gone amiss when he heard light footsteps on the staircase. What he saw…he couldn’t believe. There was Jenna thinner than when he had left. He felt rage welting up inside him.
Jenna saw his face and stopped in the middle of the staircase. “What’s the matter, dear?” she asked. “Is there something wrong?” Jenna really didn’t care. She just wanted to get down the steps, get past him, tell him she was leaving him, and get back to Sloane’s apartment. She had been surprised. Vince was home much earlier than she suspected.
“Yeah, you should be bursting out of your clothing by now,” he replied, hotly.

Vince's dreams of Jenna...fattening her up until she can barely move...

“I guess Sloane didn’t do the job he was hired for. What did he take you out to the health club to slim you down?”
Jenna’s jaw dropped. What does he know about Sloane? What the hell is he talking about?
“Yes, Honey Bunny, he’s not only my employee, but I paid him to fatten you up. Apparently, the imbecile is more incompetent than I believed,” Vince shot out.
“I don’t believe you,” Jenna responded.
“Believe what you want,” Vince replied. “I can show you the cancelled checks to prove it. I guess if I want something done right, I’m going to have to do it myself.”
He grabbed her, pulling her with him up the stairs toward the bedrooms. She kicked at him violently, trying to pull free of his hold. But, he was too strong for her and took her up the stairs, throwing her onto their bed.

 “You’ll stay there until you start gaining some extra poundage. I want you fat, beautifully fattened,” Vince exclaimed.
“But, I don’t understand!” Jenna began, vexed by his duplicity. “First you make fun of me because I’m getting too heavy, and now you say you want me heavy?”
“I said it so it would push you to go the opposite direction. That’s why I hired Sloane. I knew you were a fatty in the making…interested in the cooking, eating, and all that weight gain fiction you looked online. Sloane was perfect. I just don’t understand where the hell he went wrong. He was supposed to make you put on weight and failed miserably,” Vince said.
He paced the floor, threw up his hands in frustration and walked out the door, locking it behind him. “I’ll be back!” Vince yelled in to her.
“Damn!” Jenna cursed herself. “I fell for it again. Why won’t I ever learn!”

***

Sloane shivered. He attempted to wrap his winter coat around himself, but his bloated belly prevented this. He knew he would have to go out to buy a new coat – just not right now. It was snowing hard now and he was lethargic from all the eating he had done since Jenna had left. He was worried about her…so he ate. And, he was depressed…so he ate more. He missed Jenna. And, he also realized that he might just lose her. He knew he must tell her…tell her everything.
He sat back in his recliner, stuffing more of the smoked turkey leg into his swelling belly. Burping rowdily, Sloane lay back, his whole body feeling overstuffed due to the copious amounts of beer and food he just consumed. He jumped when the door bell rang. She must have left him…know other reason she would have braved this terrible weather, he thought to himself. This brought both a measure of joy and dread. He told himself that he would tell her…tell her now before he lost his nerve…before he lost the buzz the beer was giving him.
He walked, unsteadily toward the door and opened it. It wasn’t Jenna…it was Vince.
“Holy crap!” Vince pronounced, poking Sloane hard in the belly.

Vince didn't have to actual measure Sloane to see how fat he had become on his money

“Ooooph!” Vince staggered backward as Vince entered, slamming the door behind him.
“That’s where my money has been going! To pad your fat gut,” Vince exclaimed.

“What are you doin here,” Sloane slurred, slightly.
Vince grabbed the front of Sloane’s shirt and pushed him across the floor and launching him into the recliner.

Vince took in the scene…the half eaten food…bottles of beer laying around the place…and Sloane’s newly fattened form. He was disgusted…and furious. “So, Fatso, you’ve been stuffing yourself mightily big. You look like you could burst open.”
Sloane belched loudly, trying to get up, but Vince pushed him down into the chair again. His eyes went wide as Vince began ramming food into his mouth.

Sloane force fed by Vince

He grunted, unable to move, Vince’s knee against his chest.

When Vince finally let up, Sloane was panting, groaning, holding his truly distended gut. Vince slowly lifted up Vince’s flannel shirt revealing his straining belly. It was tight. Vince began to massage it in a circular motion covering all sides. Sloane could barely catch his breathe before Vince began feeding him again. He suddenly gagged as a tube was pushed down his throat. Oh, my word, the keg!
The small quarter keg of Heinkein was barely touched. He had mostly been sucking down bottles of beer. But, now, Vince had hooked him up to the keg. “Fatso, you’re fired. You couldn’t even fatten up my wife right. I’ll show you what fattening really means!”

The beer poured into his hapless gut…blowing it outward…he was being pumped to overflowing…he was now too huge to move…to protest…more and more was being pumped into him. Sloane begged Vince to stop, but Vince showed no sign of stopping it…as a matter of fact, the intensity increased as the lever was twisted higher. Soon his body was practically dwarfed by his massive belly. He was sure that he would burst. Sloane ran his hands around his stomach as it arched outward. The flow finally stopped.
Sloane lay prone, unable to move or believe what was occurring. Suddenly, Vince pushed the recliner into a sitting position, putting an incredible pressure on Sloane’s swollen appendage. Vince pulled Sloane violently to a standing position. He would have fallen forward if Vince weren’t in front of him, supporting him. He was so woozy. Then he found himself in almost a fireman’s hold…and then BANG…BANG…SLAP…SLAP….

no…Vince had him over his shoulder…his body protesting…his belly churned as the first burp emerged. Then another and another…Vince was forcing the burps from his powerlessly bloated figure.

“Beefing up,fatso? Winter's What? Cat’s got your tongue? Now open wide,” Vince commanded. Sloane shut his eyes, as he stood there being manhandled and fed mouthful and after mouthful after all the beer was gone.
“Please, you’ve made your point. My belly…it aches…I’m going to burst, please stop!” Sloane begged. His groaning increased…almost gaining its own rhythm…as he was forced to swallow. Vince’s hand rested on the top of Sloane’s taut, bloated abdomen.
More? I can’t take much more of this! Sloane’s mind screamed.
He chewed mechanically. When the food was finally gone, Sloane lay back puffing. Thinking his punishment was over. But for the next four hours, Vince viciously slapped and poked his overfull belly.

 

Sloane tied up, his swelling belly viciously poked by Vince...look, rolls of fat which means...SOO much more room...Sloane longed for his belly to be a solid mass, so his suffering would be finally over

He would be slapped in the face and paddled until his ass was raw and body shaking. And, then he passed out.

***

The snow fell almost continuously for the next three days. It was one of the worst winter storms in recent years. And, Jenna felt it harder than ever before – the isolation… the loneliness… the hunger… the desolation…
Her mind reeled for days thinking about Sloane’s betrayal. She tried to deny it was true, but knew she was only deceiving herself. It all fit. She had been a pawn …first Vince’s perfect little marionette… then Sloane’s play thing. She was tired of it all. But, Jenna knew that this wasn’t the worst of her worries. She had stupidly underestimated her husband yet again. She was locked up and it had been days since she had heard anything in the house. Jenna had refused to give in and bang on the door, calling for Vince. She knew that it had been useless from the last time, only angering him. She should have looked for a way out when she had the strength. Her limbs were shaky and becoming weak from hunger.

***
The beer filled his belly, pushing his already distended middle into a massive ball. It moved through him at an alarming rate, rushing into his feeble body. Sloane wanted desperately to call out, but his mouth was stuffed wide open with an inflated, red ball…a thick tubing running through it…conveying the frothy liquid to his overnourished, throbbing gut.
Terrible gurgling whimpering came from his stretched lips as he was forced to consume more and more. His mammoth belly ascended before him, blocking his view of his tormentor. Vince had been with him for several days, working him into a frenzy…stuffing him so full he was afraid he’d explode.

Sloane stretched...ever so slowly...the elastic stretching...

His belly was unyielding…stretched tight as a drum, expanded… globular and rigid, pushing out in all directions. Sloane couldn’t speak, even if he wasn’t gagged. So full…he hadn’t been able to sit upright. The strain was extreme. The elastic on his sweatpants was stretched practically to its breaking point.

A long, thin finger poked him hard. Measuring tape was unceremoniously wrapped around his swollen belly and pulled tight. Vince patted it, pulling the tape away.

Sloane's growing girth being measured by Vince

“Poor fat Sloane,” he laughed. “You’re looking a bit bloated…swelling nicely…feeling a little light-headed?”
Again, Sloane felt the flow start again into him…his eyes bulged. Vince snarled appearing more engrossed as a look of terror materialized on Sloane’s face as his belly was being blown up like a balloon. Too much cold…too fast…swallow…swallow…swallow.
When the container was empty, a deep throated moan escaped Sloane’s dry lips. His belly was way beyond a towering sphere, dangerously stuffed.

Sloane imagined himself growing to gigantic proportions as his belly was unmercifully stuffed by Vince

As he grew, Vince prodded his inflated gut, assessing how much larger it would stretch...how much more agony his could inflict on Sloane's ever expanding belly...

He looked ready to pop, breathing deeply through his nose.
Hovering over Sloane Vince asked derisively, “Are you full yet?”
***
What happened I can barely recall, Jenna thought. I remember eating a terrible amount of food, but how had I grown so tremendously fat?
Jenna snapped out of her food induced haze for a moment. She struggled to her feet, holding her bloated belly with both hands. With her jaw set in determination and attempted to rise. Impossible. Her swollen belly growled louder than it had all day, sounding angry.
Now she remembered vividly. Vince came in earlier that day…bringing with him a Thanksgiving dinner – turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole…she had eaten to appease him, secretly hoping to be able to sneak out when Vince’s guard was down. But, the combination of little sleep, the copious amounts of food, and the tryptophan in the turkey did its work too well. She felt like a blob…sluggish…weighted down by her newly rounded belly poking from beneath her t-shirt. Jenna held her distended belly as Vince playfully caressed it. He smiled wickedly and pressed his fingers firmly into her bulge causing her to belch and moan softly. “My, oh my, how plump we’ve become,” he chided.

Jenna stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey by Vince

But Vince had not stopped at simply feeding her until she was so listless, she could barely move…he intended on keeping her that way. His plan was to transform his wife - permanently. She wouldn’t be able to leave him…go anywhere for that matter. He left her for a short time, and then pumped her up again only two hours later, with a large pot of leftover mashed potatoes Jenna hadn’t consumed from her previous repast. He forced food into her until her belly looked ready to burst from the strain.
Over a period of several days, he was successful in stuffing her with every scrap that was in the refrigerator and cabinets. Compelling her to wear jeans that were way too small even a few months ago, she hung over the bed…panting – belly pouring out the top of pants – cutting off the circulation in her legs. At times, Vince would walk her over to a food-laden table.

Her hands automatically began to shovel in the food. As she would lean over the table, the pressure on her jeans would become too much and pop open…the zipper sliding down. He would put his hands on the fullest part of her belly, rubbing it in a circular motion until it softened…then it would all start up again. Other times she would be made to sit up for an evening feeding still round from the many earlier…food forced into her mouth.

More and more food passed between her lips into her ever expanding belly...pumped full

Jenna’s face would be turning shades of scarlet and her arms were flailing against the sides of her ballooning belly. Later, she would groan in agony, sprawling back against the headboard of the bed. Her belly grown so wide. Her skin aching from all the food pushed inside her.

Jenna's abused belly, groaning under the pressure

One morning Jenna thought she had her chance to get away. Vince had left the door open a few feet. He had miscalculated how full she was… thinking her unable to get around. Over several days of being stuffed like pig, her capacity had increased. At times, she craved the food…actually hungry for more between feedings. But, today was her chance. She took her chance, squeezing through the opening…and then getting…stuck! Her perpetually engorged stomach just was too large to drive through the narrow gap. Jenna pushed and shoved but she was just too big to fit and could go neither forward nor backward.
“Looks like you need to smear some lard on you to pull you out,” Vince snarled, slapping her hard in the face. “Where do you think you were going, huh?”
He could have just opened up the door, but instead decided to take advantage of her predicament. She felt a tightness in her gut as it rose like a ball of dough and push forward as he stuffed her with pie…pumpkin, coconut custard, and finally boston crème.

 

Jenna force fed by Vince while wedged tightly in the door frame...her belly screaming as it became tighter and tighter...

Her space became more limited as she grew…legs kicking uselessly…trapped…struggling to keep it all down and make room for so much more…

***

Sloane’s eyes fluttered open. He was lying on his side in his own bed. He was alone. He didn’t remember passing out or when that was. But, it was morning now. Beams of light shown through the parted blinds, blinding him. He held his arm over his face and tried to rise. His belly hurt. When he looked down, he saw that his gut was enormously enlarged.

Sloane's gut was enormous from days of force feeding

Moving side to side, he was able to get his feet over the side of the bed. But when he got up, he only managed to fall on his knees, grasping his belly in pure agony.
After a time, he was able to crawl to the bathroom. Pulling him up on the sink, he caught sight of his reflection. He was startled at what he saw: several days of stubble on his face and a stained and dirty sweatshirt straining to hold in his bloated belly which felt as if it were the center of his very being. He moved his fingers along his expanded girth. The sides sloped outward and rounded out before him. He touched his sides which throbbed dreadfully from its rapid growth. He hugged himself, but realized he couldn’t even come close to reaching all the way around. He had grown too fat, too fast.

Sloane was just grateful to be able to take a breath without feeling his sides stretch painfully. He touched his side again and gazed down the slope of his stomach. It rounded out…actually…projected out before him.
His mind began to clear. He knew what he needed to do. He had to get to Jenna. He had to save her from Vince’s wrath. But, how long had he been here? Would he be too late?
He staggered back from the mirror, holding his big belly. He was still quite dizzy. Vince must have spiked his food. If he had the strength he would probably have laughed from the irony. Sloane had once spiked Jenna’s drink to get her back to his hotel room when Vince had hired him. Now, the tables were turned…boy…were they ever!

He tried buttoning his pants…useless now from his recent growth.

He ripped them off and opted for sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Panting from his brief exertions, he grabbed his car keys and wallet from the side table and left his apartment in search of Jenna.

***

At the same time only miles away, Jenna was grabbing for car keys, too. Vince had carelessly not properly secured the lock. He lay fast asleep at the side of her bed – exhausted from stuffing his wife with tremendous amounts of food the night before. He had ordered her to shovel portion after portion into her mouth as he yelled out, “That’s it you fat pig! Eat like the prized hog you know you are! Eat! Eat! Eat!”

Eat up, Jenna.  Grow nice and plump...

Then he fed her mounds of ice cream and what seemed like gallons of soda pop until she was begging him to stop claiming that she would explode at any time. But, he did not get angry. He simply stuffed more into her until the food was gone. Then, patting her blown out belly mocked her for being so piggy over the past week. He pushed lightly on the sides of her blown up middle, trying to gauge how large he had made her that night. Jenna just moaned, unable to move.

Jenna, so plump...feeling enormous...

“Yes, yes,” he crooned. “You are becoming ever so plump. I told you that you could now enjoy as much food as you desired. I don’t want you feeling hunger. I just am doing my job as a good husband – making sure you’re sheltered, clothed, and properly…well, let’s say well fed.”
She clenched her fists trying to push out the images of the night before. Her belly was vastly stretched – excessively swollen.

Jenna barely able to breathe...stuffed belly bulging...

The roundedness of her abdomen was now very noticeable in her sweatsuit, which was visible extended across her expanse. She clutched her belly, exiting the house silently and as quick as she was able to move. She wobbled shakily to the car, got in and drove toward the bus station.
At that moment, the bus station was first in her mind. She would go to the clinic later. What could they possibly do for her? Tell her not to eat so much in the future? Or sneer at her stupidity? She pushed the thoughts out of her head for the moment.
The bus station was close. She got out of her car and went inside. She pressed in the locker combination and opened it quickly. Jenna retrieved 2 envelopes and a small duffle bag and then returned to the car…but not before depositing the larger envelope into a mailbox on her way out.

***

Three days later, Jenna drove down the road and stopped in front of Sloane’s apartment complex. She had been discharged from the hospital only that morning. Her doctor’s diagnosis was not too difficult to predict - severe abdominal distension and expansion with the addition of a relentless case of bloating, cramping, and a good measure of constipation. All called for several days of a liquid diet, plenty of fluids, cleaning enemas, and rest. Vince had not tried to see her. Then again, he wouldn’t be able to from his prison cell. The hospital had contacted the police and she pressed charges of spousal abuse. But, that wasn’t what was holding him in jail at the moment. Information had been leaked to the government of his shady dealings with solid evidence of fraud.
It was a good thing that Jenna had been able to collect the information and drop it in the mail just before her stay in the hospital. She would be protected. With the order of protection in place and the fact that he was being held without bail, would keep her and her children safe. She had called her parents. They were hysterical, barely able to believe what had happened. They would keep the children while she got back on her feet.
She had it all planned out. Step one would be to go to the bank and pull out as much money as possible to hold her over before the government or Vince froze their assets. Step two would be to visit the attorney and begin divorce proceedings. Jenna knew there would be a delay especially with Vince’s other legal hassles, but she was sure she would now have no problem with getting the divorce – money would be another problem. Step three would entail starting the job she already secured with the magazine and looking for an apartment. If she lived frugally, she should be able to support herself and the kids. But, before any of this, she had to confront Sloane.
Jenna was about to ring Sloane’s bell when someone opened the main door to leave the building. She caught the door before it closed and walked purposefully up the stairs to Sloane’s apartment. She banged at the door. The door opened. Jenna gasped. Sloane’s belly mounded out in front of him through the soft flannel shirt that had once been loose on him. The hard round swell was so stressed it was if a medicine ball had been shoved into his enormous belly.

In her mind, Jenna imagined herself wrapping a tape measurer around his massive belly...so incredibly swollen...

 And, Jenna didn’t think he could possibly close his pants. His ass which had always been well defined looked as if it had been blown up with a bicycle pump. Both orbs were now well-rounded and plump – two corpulent melons.
Sloane was flabbergasted at seeing Jenna. He knew he had gained a tremendous amount in the two short weeks they had been parted. He felt like a prize hog. He had never been so aware of his plumpness. Love handles swelled over the top of his pants in addition his extremely prominent gut. Sloane flinched as Jenna reached out to tug his shirt up, revealing the rest of his ballooned belly. The skin on his ball belly was tight and almost had a shine to it. He’s such a pig! I can see he’s been busy unmercifully stuffing himself all morning, Jenna thought to herself.
“I’m so glad to see you’re okay,” Sloane began. “I went over to your house, but it was empty. I need to tell you a few things…”
“I need to tell you only one thing,” Jenna cut in. “We’re through.”
“Please, Jenna, please listen. I can explain everything,” Sloane pleaded seeing her mouth set in a thin line – already knowing it was too late.
“Vince told me everything. How could you? How could you lead me one like that! You’re disgusting and I want nothing to do with you,” she said, turning her heel to leave.
Sloane put a hand on her shoulder. “Jenna, what you don’t know that I wasn’t really working for your husband. I’ve been working for the FBI assigned to investigate your husband’s suspicious business practices. That’s why I was asking about him a few weeks ago. I’ve been trying to collect information on him. But, some new information has come to light and he’s going to be put away for a long time. You’re free of him.”
Jenna shook her head. “I wish you had leveled with me. Of course some information has come out. I put it out there. I was the one to tip off the FBI to begin with. I’ve always been uncomfortable about his dubious methods. You could have told me.”
Jenna put distance between herself and Sloane. “You used me. How could we have a trusting relationship with this between us? It’s over and you know it.”
She turned away from him and walked out of his life.

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