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| Jenna in her hotel room at the beginning of "The Manhattan Getaway" |
Jenna and Sloane are two of my most favorite characters. I infused all the wonderful memories of being stuffed with dim sum by a rather sexy date in Chinatown and various feeder encounters in the East Village in NYC many years ago.
Jenna & Sloane: Part 1
Trees flew by rapidly, my forehead pressed against the train window. The sun had barely broken free of the night, the ground lightly coated with dew. The train was racing on its way to Pennsylvania Station in New York City from Boston
That’s what I told my husband, Vince. He had said it was a great idea. It was wonderful that Marianne and I would be doing some things together like we had when were in college. Vince agreed I needed a break. I was much too stressed lately with work and keeping up with the kids.
“Take some time for yourself, Jenna. I’ll make sure the kids get to camp and everything. You have fun and I’ll see you sometime on Sunday,” Vince said, earnestly, kissing me on my forehead.
I was surprised believing he’d give me a hard time about going. But, he was encouraging this, not out of character for him, but he rarely seemed to have the time for me most of the time. Perhaps this was his way of getting me out of his hair for a little while. So, early this Tuesday morning, I boarded an Amtrak forManhattan
I was also not intending on spending my days alone. I was there for a purpose. I was meeting Sloane. Sloane and I started chatting five months ago. He was married also and we shared many of the same interests – movies, books, playing card and board games, and food. We both enjoyed sharing recipes which led into discussions about food and then getting fat.
I told Sloane I had been steadily getting chubby over the past seven years of my twelve year marriage to Vince. I explained that Vince loved to go out to eat. I used to argue to stay home and make dinner myself. I had little will power when we ate at restaurants and ate like it was my last meal, my belly swelling up like an overripe melon. But, Vince would insist. He never seemed to gain anything and that was the one thing he enjoyed doing together. I must say, I also enjoyed it. He worked so many long hours that the only time I saw time I saw him these days was over the dinner table. And, that was only once a week now. He usually didn’t get home until after midnight most nights between working late and wining and dining clients.
Sloane, in turn, confessed his obsession with fat. His wife was very thin and he wished she would get fatter. He had fantasies of fattening up a woman until she could barely move. I admitted that I had similar fantasies where would be force fed until I was busting out of my clothes. This talk moved from idle chit chat to erotic talk to reality – well sort of. We had arranged to meet and spend some time actually sharing a few meals and talking about our fantasies.
Sloane and I had already set guidelines for our meeting – we would meet in a public place, and if we continued to see each other during my time in NYC, there would be no intercourse or touching without permission. There also would be frequent overeating, and total honesty – all fantasies need to be shared, nothing held back. We didn’t want to be unfaithful to our spouses; we just wanted to have some form of escape from the pressures of everyday while indulging in our deepest daydreams.
The train pulled in midmorning and I made my way downtown toGreenwich Village where Marianne lived. I unpacked, showered, and changed for my lunch date with Sloane. The weather was cool for the end of September – temperatures in the fifties. I dressed in layers – lacy white camisole under a light blue chambray shirt and a simple khaki skirt that I zipped and buttoned securely in the front just under my belly button. All of this was under a medium weight denim jacket. I adjusted myself in front of the mirror one last time, grabbed my handbag, and went out to see Sloane.
That’s what I told my husband, Vince. He had said it was a great idea. It was wonderful that Marianne and I would be doing some things together like we had when were in college. Vince agreed I needed a break. I was much too stressed lately with work and keeping up with the kids.
“Take some time for yourself, Jenna. I’ll make sure the kids get to camp and everything. You have fun and I’ll see you sometime on Sunday,” Vince said, earnestly, kissing me on my forehead.
I was surprised believing he’d give me a hard time about going. But, he was encouraging this, not out of character for him, but he rarely seemed to have the time for me most of the time. Perhaps this was his way of getting me out of his hair for a little while. So, early this Tuesday morning, I boarded an Amtrak for
I was also not intending on spending my days alone. I was there for a purpose. I was meeting Sloane. Sloane and I started chatting five months ago. He was married also and we shared many of the same interests – movies, books, playing card and board games, and food. We both enjoyed sharing recipes which led into discussions about food and then getting fat.
I told Sloane I had been steadily getting chubby over the past seven years of my twelve year marriage to Vince. I explained that Vince loved to go out to eat. I used to argue to stay home and make dinner myself. I had little will power when we ate at restaurants and ate like it was my last meal, my belly swelling up like an overripe melon. But, Vince would insist. He never seemed to gain anything and that was the one thing he enjoyed doing together. I must say, I also enjoyed it. He worked so many long hours that the only time I saw time I saw him these days was over the dinner table. And, that was only once a week now. He usually didn’t get home until after midnight most nights between working late and wining and dining clients.
Sloane, in turn, confessed his obsession with fat. His wife was very thin and he wished she would get fatter. He had fantasies of fattening up a woman until she could barely move. I admitted that I had similar fantasies where would be force fed until I was busting out of my clothes. This talk moved from idle chit chat to erotic talk to reality – well sort of. We had arranged to meet and spend some time actually sharing a few meals and talking about our fantasies.
Sloane and I had already set guidelines for our meeting – we would meet in a public place, and if we continued to see each other during my time in NYC, there would be no intercourse or touching without permission. There also would be frequent overeating, and total honesty – all fantasies need to be shared, nothing held back. We didn’t want to be unfaithful to our spouses; we just wanted to have some form of escape from the pressures of everyday while indulging in our deepest daydreams.
The train pulled in midmorning and I made my way downtown to
Think the Marlboro Man and you’ve got Sloane Hemmington in a nutshell – tall, dark moustache and hair just minus the cowboy hat and horse. He stood outside the small eatery in Greenwich Village taking a few final drags out of his cigarette waiting for me to arrive.
“Hey, good looking,” Sloane greeted me, pumping my hand enthusiastically. “You look even sexier in person.”
“I’m sure I can say the same for you,” I replied.
“I guess we can go inside now,” Sloane said, “I’ve reserved a table near the window.”
The place we had chosen was a rather small establishment serving good, plain English fare. Sloane ordered a shepherd’s pie while I went for the bangers and mash. While we waited for our meal, he told me a bit more about his childhood, his wife, and family. As we dug into the hot food, I told him about my four children, my job, my house, and my husband.
I felt my belly filling quicker than I expected with this wonderful comfort food. But, then the chef had really loaded up my plate. My meal consisted of a mound of mashed potatoes smothered in a thick, onion gravy, and 6 succulent pork sausages piled on top of a china plate. I covertly pulled at the waistband of my skirt, trying to loosen it a bit.
“So, tell me more about your fantasies,” I prodded Sloane, who was engrossed in eating and watching me eat.
“Well,” he chewed and swallowed. “When I met my wife, she was beautifully plump – 235 lbs of perfection. Then she got pregnant with our twin sons. Oh, did she blossom! Her belly and butt swelled up like no tomorrow. I’d watch her just eat with such a frenzy when the cravings began. She fattened herself up with cakes and pies and big, long hero sandwiches that I used to make special for her.”
“So, what happened?” I asked.
I had just finished my lunch when the waitress brought over a two-tiered tray of finger sandwiches, scones, and hunks of sponge and chocolate cake. Sloane began to put clotted cream and jam on a scone and then offered it to me before he continued. I stifled a belch and continued to eat what he offered me – my belly feeling distended and overcrowded.
“She gained somewhere around seventy pounds and then some after the birth,” Sloane began. “So, she was well over 300 pounds. I was so enamored with her lovely new body. I’d spend hours after our lovemaking just caressing all her curves and new rolls of flab. But, she was far from happy. She went on a fitness kick. She lost all the weight and then some more. She shrunk herself down to a scrawny 140 pounds. I was flabbergasted to say the least.”
“Oh, my, that must have been terrible for you,” I responded.
During his narrative, he kept me eating at a steady pace, handing me one scrumptious morsel after another. I breathed deeply, trying to handle what I was filling my belly with. I glanced across the street and caught sight of the red neon sign glowing in the window of the Mexican restaurant across the street. It said: BURSTING. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It actually read: BURRITOS.
“I love her and respect her decision, of course, but I was disappointed. So, ever since then I’ve had these dreams of wanting to feed a woman like that or watching her feed herself – you know really packing it in until she was waddling, growing deliciously fat. Her hips and ass spreading and her belly expanding – really increasing in size. I’d love to be part of that process for someone,” Sloane said.
Sloane leaned back on his chair with a wide grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he commenced. “At least, I can say that you’re helping me live out a bit of my desires. Can you lean back a bit?”
Glad at being able to stop eating for a few moments, I quickly complied – leaning back. My belly was rounding out nicely underneath my tightening chambray shirt – incredibly tight. “Yes, you are becoming plump. How do you feel?” he asked.
“Quite full, thank you. It’s getting a little difficult to breath I must confess,” I answered, rubbing absently at my corpulent belly.
“Hey, good looking,” Sloane greeted me, pumping my hand enthusiastically. “You look even sexier in person.”
“I’m sure I can say the same for you,” I replied.
“I guess we can go inside now,” Sloane said, “I’ve reserved a table near the window.”
The place we had chosen was a rather small establishment serving good, plain English fare. Sloane ordered a shepherd’s pie while I went for the bangers and mash. While we waited for our meal, he told me a bit more about his childhood, his wife, and family. As we dug into the hot food, I told him about my four children, my job, my house, and my husband.
I felt my belly filling quicker than I expected with this wonderful comfort food. But, then the chef had really loaded up my plate. My meal consisted of a mound of mashed potatoes smothered in a thick, onion gravy, and 6 succulent pork sausages piled on top of a china plate. I covertly pulled at the waistband of my skirt, trying to loosen it a bit.
“So, tell me more about your fantasies,” I prodded Sloane, who was engrossed in eating and watching me eat.
“Well,” he chewed and swallowed. “When I met my wife, she was beautifully plump – 235 lbs of perfection. Then she got pregnant with our twin sons. Oh, did she blossom! Her belly and butt swelled up like no tomorrow. I’d watch her just eat with such a frenzy when the cravings began. She fattened herself up with cakes and pies and big, long hero sandwiches that I used to make special for her.”
“So, what happened?” I asked.
I had just finished my lunch when the waitress brought over a two-tiered tray of finger sandwiches, scones, and hunks of sponge and chocolate cake. Sloane began to put clotted cream and jam on a scone and then offered it to me before he continued. I stifled a belch and continued to eat what he offered me – my belly feeling distended and overcrowded.
“She gained somewhere around seventy pounds and then some after the birth,” Sloane began. “So, she was well over 300 pounds. I was so enamored with her lovely new body. I’d spend hours after our lovemaking just caressing all her curves and new rolls of flab. But, she was far from happy. She went on a fitness kick. She lost all the weight and then some more. She shrunk herself down to a scrawny 140 pounds. I was flabbergasted to say the least.”
“Oh, my, that must have been terrible for you,” I responded.
During his narrative, he kept me eating at a steady pace, handing me one scrumptious morsel after another. I breathed deeply, trying to handle what I was filling my belly with. I glanced across the street and caught sight of the red neon sign glowing in the window of the Mexican restaurant across the street. It said: BURSTING. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It actually read: BURRITOS.
“I love her and respect her decision, of course, but I was disappointed. So, ever since then I’ve had these dreams of wanting to feed a woman like that or watching her feed herself – you know really packing it in until she was waddling, growing deliciously fat. Her hips and ass spreading and her belly expanding – really increasing in size. I’d love to be part of that process for someone,” Sloane said.
Sloane leaned back on his chair with a wide grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he commenced. “At least, I can say that you’re helping me live out a bit of my desires. Can you lean back a bit?”
Glad at being able to stop eating for a few moments, I quickly complied – leaning back. My belly was rounding out nicely underneath my tightening chambray shirt – incredibly tight. “Yes, you are becoming plump. How do you feel?” he asked.
“Quite full, thank you. It’s getting a little difficult to breath I must confess,” I answered, rubbing absently at my corpulent belly.
“You have a lovely belly developing there. So how does it feel to have someone helping you stuff yourself?” he asked.
“It’s nice to be admired even though I’ve gained quite a few extra pounds,” I said. “I enjoy the attention. I miss it at home. My husband puts so much time into the kids and his job that there is very little left over for me. I feel almost invisible at times. I’m not sure if he’s put off by my weight gain or not. He never says.”
“You are a truly gorgeous woman whose beauty is only enhanced by your size. I think you’d be even more exquisite if you put on even more,” Sloane said, seductively.
“Well, with all this flattery, I think it won’t only be my belly that gets inflated,” I laughed.
“I love your wit, Jenna,” Sloane replied. “But, truly, tell me more about some of your fantasies.”
“Oh, you know, the normal day dreams like being a harem girl being fattened all day eating lots of grapes and sugary desserts, bathing in a big bathing pool full of rose petals or bubbles and being fed more until I can see the top of my belly on the water’s surface,” I replied.
“That does sound very sensual,” Sloane smiled, pouring me another cup ofAssam
“And then fun stuff where I get locked into a bakery or restaurant and get to eat all the “forbidden” calorie-laden delicacies that I used to deny myself. Devour everything until I burst out of my clothes,” I continued.
“On that note, do you think you can handle a little more in that striking belly of yours?” he asked.
I gave it a pat. It was solid and I was feeling some internal pressure, but I was game if he was. I may never have this opportunity again, I thought to myself.
“I think I could try,” I replied.
“It’s nice to be admired even though I’ve gained quite a few extra pounds,” I said. “I enjoy the attention. I miss it at home. My husband puts so much time into the kids and his job that there is very little left over for me. I feel almost invisible at times. I’m not sure if he’s put off by my weight gain or not. He never says.”
“You are a truly gorgeous woman whose beauty is only enhanced by your size. I think you’d be even more exquisite if you put on even more,” Sloane said, seductively.
“Well, with all this flattery, I think it won’t only be my belly that gets inflated,” I laughed.
“I love your wit, Jenna,” Sloane replied. “But, truly, tell me more about some of your fantasies.”
“Oh, you know, the normal day dreams like being a harem girl being fattened all day eating lots of grapes and sugary desserts, bathing in a big bathing pool full of rose petals or bubbles and being fed more until I can see the top of my belly on the water’s surface,” I replied.
“That does sound very sensual,” Sloane smiled, pouring me another cup of
“And then fun stuff where I get locked into a bakery or restaurant and get to eat all the “forbidden” calorie-laden delicacies that I used to deny myself. Devour everything until I burst out of my clothes,” I continued.
“On that note, do you think you can handle a little more in that striking belly of yours?” he asked.
I gave it a pat. It was solid and I was feeling some internal pressure, but I was game if he was. I may never have this opportunity again, I thought to myself.
“I think I could try,” I replied.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he answered. “So, what would you like to have?”
“Could you order me an apricot crumble? I’m going to the ladies room for a moment. I’ll be right back,” I responded.
“Definitely. Coming right up,” Sloane said.
“Could you order me an apricot crumble? I’m going to the ladies room for a moment. I’ll be right back,” I responded.
“Definitely. Coming right up,” Sloane said.
I walked slowly to the bathroom in the rear of the restaurant. With my overly filled tummy, the bathroom seemed even smaller than it was…being that it was the size of a shoe box anyway. But, I managed. I did what I had to do, splashed a little water on my face, and reapplied my lipstick. When I walked out, my apple crumble floated on a sea of creamy custard. My smile faded. This was going to be a difficult task being that I was already so bloated. I’ll just have to see how good of an encourager Sloane truly was.
My spoon gingerly delved into the dessert, taking a small spoonful.
“How is it?” he asked.
“Tastes divine,” I replied. “I can’t believe I’m really doing this. I’m usually such a control freak. It has taken such a long time to just work up to this where I’m allowing someone else to call the shots.”
“Well, I would have thought your husband did a lot of that considering the way you’ve described him,” Sloane responded.
“Oh, Vince tends to be very controlling in business and at home. I just mean that maybe because of that…I tend to hold back a lot. I really don’t let people in and see who I really am,” I replied, slowly swallowing the custard.
As I ate, Sloane was very heartening. “Mmm…I bet that tastes so good…you’re getting such a pretty tummy…oh, eat some more for me, luv…” And, I ate every last drop…even though my belly was aching and I could have sworn I heard it creaking from the pressure inside it.
“Ohhh,” I mumbled.
“What’s the matter, luv?” he asked.
“Sorry. I’m just feeling a little tired and woozy after all of this. I really need to get back to the apartment,” I said to Sloane. “I’m so disappointed because we were having such a good time. But, I’m so incredibly stuffed, Sloane, and suddenly so exhausted.”
“Oh, don’t fuss. We can get together again. I’m here a few days, too. Let me pay the check and see you home,” he replied.
Sloane quickly paid the check and hailed a cab. I felt a bit off center as he took a seat next to me.
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I awoke in semi-darkness. I could see a lamp lit on the far end of the room. Wait a minute! This was not my sister’s apartment. I wasn’t sure where this was. I went to get up, but discovered that my hands and feet were bound. I was spread-eagle on top of a large bed. I jerked the rope, but it held fast. I knew I was in trouble. I was really frightened.
“Don’t fuss, luv. You’re alright and safe,” Sloane voice said from the corner of the room. “You’re my hotel room. You won’t be harmed.”
“What happened? Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.
“I thought it would be more exciting this way. I put a little something in your apricot crumble to make you sleepy. You said you wanted to live out your fantasy and you will. I’m going to feed you until you’re nicely fattened. You’ll be so chubby, even more beautiful that you are now,” Sloane explained.
“You can’t do this, Sloane. I’ll be missed,” I said with as much confidence I could muster.
“Not until Sunday, your hunger should be satisfied by then. You’ll be ripe and ready to be sent home to your hubby,” Sloane replied with a smile. “And, I’ll be sorry to see you go. But, I’m going to so enjoy seeing you swell up like a tick.”
“Sloane…Sloane,” I began, my mouth going dry from fear. “Really I…we can’t do this…please.”
“Don’t worry. I just want you to be happy. I want to fulfill your wildest dreams. You will feel such pleasure and we’ll go by the rules we set down. Just relax and enjoy this,” he said, rubbing the top of my belly, an inch of which was exposed since my arms were stretched way over my head, pulling my shirt upward slightly.
“You said you never let yourself really go,” he said. “I want to give you your chance to allow yourself to be force fed by me.”
I looked at the clock. It read Tuesday 9PM. I must have been asleep for several hours. My belly was a slightly puffy from earlier, but had regained most of its previous shape…but not for long I surmised when I saw the boxes of snack cakes he had in the corner of the room or the large refrigerator which I’m sure he had liberally stocked for me. He intended on making me huge!
For the next two hours, he had me continuously consuming the boxes of my favorite cookies and cupcakes. I was helpless. I was prevented from speaking by the nonstop supply of food stuffed into me. I was constant munching away growing larger and larger. I was gasping and groaning as I witnessed my belly blowing up like a balloon. He didn’t rub it. He didn’t touch me. He just observed with satisfaction.
“I can’t hold anymore!” I cried. “Ooooo…I’m way too full…I think…I think I’m going to pop!”
“I want you to ask me to rub your belly for you, to free it from its prison…unless of course it emerges on its own accord,” Sloane said. “But even then, I want your belly more sizable before it’s touched.”
“I’m not going to ask you to rub my belly, Sloane,” I said stubbornly. “I want you to let me up.”
“You may reconsider…given time,” he stated.
“Sloane, I’m tired of this game. Ok, fantasy over. I’ve been force fed. Let me up,” I demanded, getting irritated.
“We’ve barely begun. I want to take good care of you and that lovely fat belly of yours,” he said prodding my full belly, amused at my predicament. I opened wide to inhale only to have another large chunk of cake pushed inside.
After a few more pieces, Sloane cleaned me up and left me to try to sleep, my belly aching - so swollen I could barely breath. But, I wasn’t giving in to him. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
Three hours later I was awakened. I large funnel was attached to my head and a thick chocolate shake poured into my already full belly. I choked and gagged and tried to stop the flow. Sloane stood above me looking displeased.
“You’re going to hurt yourself. You either drink this, or I’m getting on the phone with your husband right now and I’ll tell him we’re having an affair,” he threatened.
My eyes must have gone wide. He said, “I work for your husband. You said I look familiar because we met at last year’s company picnic. I figured it was fate that when I recognized your picture from the website you and I are both members of. You couldn’t imagine the pleasure I felt at knowing we shared similar interests and I would finally get the chance to know you.”
He took the pipe out of my mouth. “He’d never believe you. Besides, you’d be fired,” I said, angrily.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m starting another job next week. Besides, you told me that your sister flew off toCalifornia
I trapped myself. I had told him way too much. I couldn’t bare the embarrassment if this got out. I was going to have to do what he said. I shook my head in agreement.
“Don’t look so sad. You’re really going to love the results. Now drink up my luv. I will pump up your stomach considerably and at your next feeding, you’re going to be nice and fat and prepared for rapid weight gain,” he said sticking the tube back in my mouth.
The frothy liquid pushed past my lips, down my throat, and landed in my already bloated belly. I kept swallowing faster and faster and the liquid continued to flood into me forcing me to balloon, driving my inflating belly against my already constricting waistband. My legs were making swimming motions and my cheeks were puffed out as I tried to keep up with the flow. I felt my cheeks becoming flushed and sweat beaded up on my body. My stomach was being stretched, inch by inch, quart by quart. As I felt my once firm belly inflate impossibly, I started to feel an ebbing, a lust that started to come and go as I Sloane pumped me fuller.
Sloane prodded my bloating gut lightly as he continued to pour. I was getting really full and my belly that had been somewhat flattened was forced to curve out again. Although I wasn’t going to admit it to Sloane, I was beginning to embrace this incredibly hot feeling of being force fed. I felt my clit begin to throb as I sensed enlarging – a complete stuffed pig.
I looked on with a mix of dismay and enthrallment, as I plumped up. How much bigger? I wondered.
“We have to keep your belly full, don’t we?” Sloane said, cheerily. I was getting excited and began chugging down the thick shake more swiftly, much to the Sloane’s delight. Soon the first pitcher was empty and another was quickly attached. “You need all that nourishment, luv, and you know what happens when you get too much sustenance? You get very big, Jenna. And, that’s what’s happening to you right now. And, the weight will begin to stick and you’ll just get fatter. And, I’ll be right there with you pumping you fuller and fattening you to your heart’s content.”
I was moaning and dying to ask him to rub my gorged belly. But, my mouth was plugged with the funnel. I kept guzzling, unable to stop myself now regardless of how much my good sense was telling me I wanted to. I was all too aware of how distended I was getting. I felt another button burst open on my skirt. Sloane eased the waistband down under my rising belly.
“You’re almost there,” Sloane said, encouragingly. It’s time to really go for it. Toss down that shake. You have room now. You’re free to eat the way you truly desire.”
I wolfed down the drink, unable to stop myself. I wanted his touch so bad now, but was only able to gaze at Sloane with pleading eyes as I continued to eat uncontrollably. Just when I thought I would explode, the flow of liquid stopped. I sighed, relieved when Sloane finally pulled out the funnel. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep again. But, this was not to be. I felt my belly churning within about fifteen minutes later.
“Weight gain shakes tend to do that to you. You’re going to feel yourself begin to fatten a bit more,” Sloane explained, as he sat on a recliner and watched be from the corner of the room. “Are you sure you don’t want me to give your tummy a firm rubdown?”
“Sloane, can you rub…rub my belly?” I wheezed.
“Not yet, luv,” He replied.
I strained against my restraints trying to keep my breathing steady as my stomach contents began to expand, pushing outward. My belly gurgled loudly as several servings of shake began to bloat out my already overstuffed stomach. I was too concerned with taking deep breaths in a vain attempt to relieve some the internal pressure that I didn’t protest as Sloane looped a large tape measure around my waist and pulled it tight. My belly experienced a gradual tighten which ultimately led to feeling as if I were going to burst. My deep breathing rapidly moved to panting, my cheeks puffing in and out.
Sloane stood by impassively and seemed to be counting every inch that my belly mushroomed. "Your belly will expand steadily and you will be able to accommodate more and more nourishment. Everyday you will grow fatter than the day before, as your stomach stretches bigger and bigger. "
Oh, I’m huge!”
When the bloating finally stopped, Sloane pronounced that I had added an extra two-and-a-half inches to my already vast size. He said it would be temporary, but tomorrow I would be filling the space with food. How my skirt stayed zippered, I’ll never know. Although, most of my belly had already pushed out, making the buttons on my chambray shirt pull tightly across my expansive belly.
“I want you to get fatter, Jenna – much, much larger. You’re already such a big beautiful woman, but you need to get rounder and fuller,” Sloane said, eyeing my plump belly without handling it. “You’re going to be given the opportunity of a lifetime to really pig out and enjoy yourself. Your belly will mature, becoming more pronounced and then your midsection will begin to thicken as the pounds begin to bond to you. It’s exciting just thinking about it.”
I said nothing, but just glared at him as my good sense voice in my head remerged first in my consciousness. I was so angry at myself for having been taken in. I sensed that he wouldn’t hurt me and was telling me the truth, but I still did not like the feeling of being defenceless. And I was feeling so enormously fat. This just intensified my feelings of vulnerability. I had never truly allowed myself to depend on anyone else including my husband. It was something we used to argue about. Now, I would have to depend on Sloane for all of my needs. I thought carefully about my predicament as I became drowsy despite the terrible ache in my belly – eventually falling into a troubled sleep.
“You’re going to hurt yourself. You either drink this, or I’m getting on the phone with your husband right now and I’ll tell him we’re having an affair,” he threatened.
My eyes must have gone wide. He said, “I work for your husband. You said I look familiar because we met at last year’s company picnic. I figured it was fate that when I recognized your picture from the website you and I are both members of. You couldn’t imagine the pleasure I felt at knowing we shared similar interests and I would finally get the chance to know you.”
He took the pipe out of my mouth. “He’d never believe you. Besides, you’d be fired,” I said, angrily.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m starting another job next week. Besides, you told me that your sister flew off to
I trapped myself. I had told him way too much. I couldn’t bare the embarrassment if this got out. I was going to have to do what he said. I shook my head in agreement.
“Don’t look so sad. You’re really going to love the results. Now drink up my luv. I will pump up your stomach considerably and at your next feeding, you’re going to be nice and fat and prepared for rapid weight gain,” he said sticking the tube back in my mouth.
The frothy liquid pushed past my lips, down my throat, and landed in my already bloated belly. I kept swallowing faster and faster and the liquid continued to flood into me forcing me to balloon, driving my inflating belly against my already constricting waistband. My legs were making swimming motions and my cheeks were puffed out as I tried to keep up with the flow. I felt my cheeks becoming flushed and sweat beaded up on my body. My stomach was being stretched, inch by inch, quart by quart. As I felt my once firm belly inflate impossibly, I started to feel an ebbing, a lust that started to come and go as I Sloane pumped me fuller.
Sloane prodded my bloating gut lightly as he continued to pour. I was getting really full and my belly that had been somewhat flattened was forced to curve out again. Although I wasn’t going to admit it to Sloane, I was beginning to embrace this incredibly hot feeling of being force fed. I felt my clit begin to throb as I sensed enlarging – a complete stuffed pig.
I looked on with a mix of dismay and enthrallment, as I plumped up. How much bigger? I wondered.
“We have to keep your belly full, don’t we?” Sloane said, cheerily. I was getting excited and began chugging down the thick shake more swiftly, much to the Sloane’s delight. Soon the first pitcher was empty and another was quickly attached. “You need all that nourishment, luv, and you know what happens when you get too much sustenance? You get very big, Jenna. And, that’s what’s happening to you right now. And, the weight will begin to stick and you’ll just get fatter. And, I’ll be right there with you pumping you fuller and fattening you to your heart’s content.”
I was moaning and dying to ask him to rub my gorged belly. But, my mouth was plugged with the funnel. I kept guzzling, unable to stop myself now regardless of how much my good sense was telling me I wanted to. I was all too aware of how distended I was getting. I felt another button burst open on my skirt. Sloane eased the waistband down under my rising belly.
“You’re almost there,” Sloane said, encouragingly. It’s time to really go for it. Toss down that shake. You have room now. You’re free to eat the way you truly desire.”
I wolfed down the drink, unable to stop myself. I wanted his touch so bad now, but was only able to gaze at Sloane with pleading eyes as I continued to eat uncontrollably. Just when I thought I would explode, the flow of liquid stopped. I sighed, relieved when Sloane finally pulled out the funnel. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep again. But, this was not to be. I felt my belly churning within about fifteen minutes later.
“Weight gain shakes tend to do that to you. You’re going to feel yourself begin to fatten a bit more,” Sloane explained, as he sat on a recliner and watched be from the corner of the room. “Are you sure you don’t want me to give your tummy a firm rubdown?”
“Sloane, can you rub…rub my belly?” I wheezed.
“Not yet, luv,” He replied.
I strained against my restraints trying to keep my breathing steady as my stomach contents began to expand, pushing outward. My belly gurgled loudly as several servings of shake began to bloat out my already overstuffed stomach. I was too concerned with taking deep breaths in a vain attempt to relieve some the internal pressure that I didn’t protest as Sloane looped a large tape measure around my waist and pulled it tight. My belly experienced a gradual tighten which ultimately led to feeling as if I were going to burst. My deep breathing rapidly moved to panting, my cheeks puffing in and out.
Sloane stood by impassively and seemed to be counting every inch that my belly mushroomed. "Your belly will expand steadily and you will be able to accommodate more and more nourishment. Everyday you will grow fatter than the day before, as your stomach stretches bigger and bigger. "
Oh, I’m huge!”
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| In Jenna's imagination... |
“I want you to get fatter, Jenna – much, much larger. You’re already such a big beautiful woman, but you need to get rounder and fuller,” Sloane said, eyeing my plump belly without handling it. “You’re going to be given the opportunity of a lifetime to really pig out and enjoy yourself. Your belly will mature, becoming more pronounced and then your midsection will begin to thicken as the pounds begin to bond to you. It’s exciting just thinking about it.”
I said nothing, but just glared at him as my good sense voice in my head remerged first in my consciousness. I was so angry at myself for having been taken in. I sensed that he wouldn’t hurt me and was telling me the truth, but I still did not like the feeling of being defenceless. And I was feeling so enormously fat. This just intensified my feelings of vulnerability. I had never truly allowed myself to depend on anyone else including my husband. It was something we used to argue about. Now, I would have to depend on Sloane for all of my needs. I thought carefully about my predicament as I became drowsy despite the terrible ache in my belly – eventually falling into a troubled sleep.
Wednesday
At seven o’clock in the morning, I was awakened by my feeder. I was surprised my belly was still somewhat distended, but had deflated a great deal from only a few hours ago. I actually felt hungry. I figured I wouldn’t want to see food, but I felt hunger pangs and my stomach growled loudly to be fed. Sloane was on the ball. He was there and ready with breakfast: a pot of cream of wheat laced heavily with sugar, cream, cinnamon, and butter. Raised on several pillows, he began to shovel the food between my burgeoning cheeks.
In spite of myself, I was enjoying the thick creamy cereal and ate heartily for Sloane. “See,” he said. “You are really turned on by being force fattened, Jenna. Admit it to yourself.”
I could admit nothing. I ate steadily, not slowing down. Mouthful after mouthful I felt my belly pushing out again. “That’s it, relax your stomach muscles. Yes, you want it. Be a greedy girl. Soon even your ass and thighs will enlarge to match your belly growth as it rapidly increases. You will bloom so hugely you won’t be able to see your feet,” he whispered into my ear.
I couldn’t believe I was getting excited. Sloane knew how to push my buttons. I’m sure he knew how wet he was making me, but he never let on. “Come on, luv, faster...there’s so much more where that comes from...I bet you feel your belly becoming full...I can see your clothing is starting to stretch tighter across your ever increasing girth, luv...so sexy...”
I felt the weight of the cereal settling in...so heavy...making me so thirsty. Sloane smiled when I let out a large burp. “Oh, yes, you’re growing so rotund,” he said, moving onto the bed and straddling my huge belly. I coughed and sputtered as he pushed the funnel deep into my mouth. He produced a gallon of spring water that he began to hydrate me with – pouring it slowly into the funnel. I gasped...glug...glug...glug...the water flowed into me...I was expanding more. Sloane would pull back for short periods of time allowing me to rest, and then would begin anew.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Sloane would say. “You crave so much more now...soon you’ll be thinking about food all the time.”
I wiggled under him, feeling his stomach brush my sensitive underbelly. The feeling of bursting intensified and the container was only half empty. Then he stopped and switched over to a creamy weight gain shake, further flooding my belly, bulging fuller.
“When was the last time you really had the pleasure of being able to really eat? To feed until you felt as if you couldn’t handle another bite? Then you had to lie back to try to relieve some of the pressure...” My swallowing quickened. “...unfastening your skirt to free your growing, tight belly to have it caressed, and then to be persuaded to devour even more ever conscious that it will compel your body into developing more fat, turning more ponderous...” He stopped again, pushing his thumb against my belly. I panted as he extracted the funnel from my mouth.
For the next two hours, I was slowly bloating up like a balloon, heavy with water retention and weight gainer shakes. My huge stomach rumbled terribly, sweat beaded my forehead. My shirt exposed my glimpses of my bare belly, my white, lacy camisole urged upward long ago. Sloane dapped my forehead with a wet washcloth as I moaned my belly inflating drum tight.
I winced as cramps radiated along the sides of my belly, making me gasp for breath. Sloane then unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my chambray shirt and tan skirt and gingerly rolled up my camisole so it lay under my breast, exposing my bare, bloated belly that jutted out so completely round. Sloane prodded my inflated gut, pushing down into my flesh near the belly button and worked his way outward with me grunting and belching softly as his examination continued.
“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. Your tummy is severely overloaded. I think you also may be having a reaction to the creatine monohydrate in the weight gainer shake. They call it creatine water bloat. I heard it usually comes with continued use, but then again you’ve had so much food and it may have reacted badly,” he said, worriedly.
I felt bloated and unable to breathe. Even when I could get in a deep breath it felt like I was not getting enough air as my belly rumbled and felt more inflated. “What can you do? I feel like I could rip in half,” I gasped.
Sloane seemed to consider for a moment before answering. “I’m going to work your belly – really gently at first. Then I’ll relax the rest of you with a deep muscle massage – try to loosen you up. Your expanding belly needs plenty of pampering before becoming plumper anyway.”
“Ooooh…that hurts,” I complained.
He started stoking my sides with the heel of his hand…squeezing either side and pushing in and up meeting up at my belly button and then worked his way down again. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. My belly felt even more distended and water logged. I took shallow breaths just to feel comfortable.
“Too…much…pressure,” I grunted, arching my back and thrusting out my ballooning waistline.
Alarmed, Sloane released my bonds and rolled me to my side and into a sitting position at the end of the bed. My belly felt unbearably swollen and heavy. It curved straight out from my breastbone, heaving forward, downward and to the sides. My belly felt like it weighed a ton as it throbbed on my lap, my legs spread as far as they could go. I've never been so enormously stuffed and bloated.
At seven o’clock in the morning, I was awakened by my feeder. I was surprised my belly was still somewhat distended, but had deflated a great deal from only a few hours ago. I actually felt hungry. I figured I wouldn’t want to see food, but I felt hunger pangs and my stomach growled loudly to be fed. Sloane was on the ball. He was there and ready with breakfast: a pot of cream of wheat laced heavily with sugar, cream, cinnamon, and butter. Raised on several pillows, he began to shovel the food between my burgeoning cheeks.
In spite of myself, I was enjoying the thick creamy cereal and ate heartily for Sloane. “See,” he said. “You are really turned on by being force fattened, Jenna. Admit it to yourself.”
I could admit nothing. I ate steadily, not slowing down. Mouthful after mouthful I felt my belly pushing out again. “That’s it, relax your stomach muscles. Yes, you want it. Be a greedy girl. Soon even your ass and thighs will enlarge to match your belly growth as it rapidly increases. You will bloom so hugely you won’t be able to see your feet,” he whispered into my ear.
I couldn’t believe I was getting excited. Sloane knew how to push my buttons. I’m sure he knew how wet he was making me, but he never let on. “Come on, luv, faster...there’s so much more where that comes from...I bet you feel your belly becoming full...I can see your clothing is starting to stretch tighter across your ever increasing girth, luv...so sexy...”
I felt the weight of the cereal settling in...so heavy...making me so thirsty. Sloane smiled when I let out a large burp. “Oh, yes, you’re growing so rotund,” he said, moving onto the bed and straddling my huge belly. I coughed and sputtered as he pushed the funnel deep into my mouth. He produced a gallon of spring water that he began to hydrate me with – pouring it slowly into the funnel. I gasped...glug...glug...glug...the water flowed into me...I was expanding more. Sloane would pull back for short periods of time allowing me to rest, and then would begin anew.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Sloane would say. “You crave so much more now...soon you’ll be thinking about food all the time.”
I wiggled under him, feeling his stomach brush my sensitive underbelly. The feeling of bursting intensified and the container was only half empty. Then he stopped and switched over to a creamy weight gain shake, further flooding my belly, bulging fuller.
“When was the last time you really had the pleasure of being able to really eat? To feed until you felt as if you couldn’t handle another bite? Then you had to lie back to try to relieve some of the pressure...” My swallowing quickened. “...unfastening your skirt to free your growing, tight belly to have it caressed, and then to be persuaded to devour even more ever conscious that it will compel your body into developing more fat, turning more ponderous...” He stopped again, pushing his thumb against my belly. I panted as he extracted the funnel from my mouth.
For the next two hours, I was slowly bloating up like a balloon, heavy with water retention and weight gainer shakes. My huge stomach rumbled terribly, sweat beaded my forehead. My shirt exposed my glimpses of my bare belly, my white, lacy camisole urged upward long ago. Sloane dapped my forehead with a wet washcloth as I moaned my belly inflating drum tight.
I winced as cramps radiated along the sides of my belly, making me gasp for breath. Sloane then unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my chambray shirt and tan skirt and gingerly rolled up my camisole so it lay under my breast, exposing my bare, bloated belly that jutted out so completely round. Sloane prodded my inflated gut, pushing down into my flesh near the belly button and worked his way outward with me grunting and belching softly as his examination continued.
“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. Your tummy is severely overloaded. I think you also may be having a reaction to the creatine monohydrate in the weight gainer shake. They call it creatine water bloat. I heard it usually comes with continued use, but then again you’ve had so much food and it may have reacted badly,” he said, worriedly.
I felt bloated and unable to breathe. Even when I could get in a deep breath it felt like I was not getting enough air as my belly rumbled and felt more inflated. “What can you do? I feel like I could rip in half,” I gasped.
Sloane seemed to consider for a moment before answering. “I’m going to work your belly – really gently at first. Then I’ll relax the rest of you with a deep muscle massage – try to loosen you up. Your expanding belly needs plenty of pampering before becoming plumper anyway.”
“Ooooh…that hurts,” I complained.
He started stoking my sides with the heel of his hand…squeezing either side and pushing in and up meeting up at my belly button and then worked his way down again. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. My belly felt even more distended and water logged. I took shallow breaths just to feel comfortable.
“Too…much…pressure,” I grunted, arching my back and thrusting out my ballooning waistline.
Alarmed, Sloane released my bonds and rolled me to my side and into a sitting position at the end of the bed. My belly felt unbearably swollen and heavy. It curved straight out from my breastbone, heaving forward, downward and to the sides. My belly felt like it weighed a ton as it throbbed on my lap, my legs spread as far as they could go. I've never been so enormously stuffed and bloated.
My belly squealed and popped with gas painfully trapped inside, and I would stare at it in amazement as it visibly expanded and fell. I wasn't just bloated-I was inflated, like a blow-up doll. Cramps weakened my lower back, and sometimes a sharp pain made me double over without warning. My wrists ached straining as I leaned heavily against it. My other hand was kneading the underside of my inflated abdomen that appeared to have expanded three or four times beyond its regular size. But, Sloane persisted in manipulating my bulk - placing his palms on my upper belly…rotating flesh in small circular patterns…pressing firmly.
I was half leaned back on the bed now, panting with my knees spread wide with Sloane standing between them. Sloane’s hands were still on my belly. They grabbed...rubbed it, stretching and prodding. He worked over my belly, my sides, and my thighs, pulling, grinding my flesh harder and harder. I felt slight twinges of pain and sweat roll down my back. Someone was moaning... was it me?
“Please don’t touch me!” I gasped. “I’m going to pop.”
Thursday
Early Thursday morning, we boarded the ferry forStaten Island . It was a relatively short trip and then took a cab to the zoo. After a walk through the zoo, he took me to the pizza demonstration first. Then after feasting on samples there Sloane took me to the next booth and then the next…and the next. At first, I couldn't feel anything, and then I began to sense pressure on the inside, as I was becoming bloated. As I ate, my belly began to really enlarge until the t-shirt Sloane bought me began to ride up and stretch to translucency.
When I started to slow down and complain about being full, he’d pull me to the bushes to massage my abdomen. "I think you are not full yet, not there at all,” Sloane would say.
I had the feeling that I was getting tremendously bigger. I also suddenly felt the need to fill up every last crevice of space in my larger belly. So, I began to gulp down the food greedily as fast as it came. An ominous gurgle from my belly forced me to slow. "Ooooo!" I groaned. "I really overdid it. My God, I feel like a whale!"
I looked several months pregnant with food. My belly was blown up bigger than the night before. I moaned as I held it and Sloane guided me from the shaded grove. When we got into the shelter of the bushes, he did something unexpected. Not only did he rub my belly, but also my nipples which were already quite erect. I whimpered feeling electricity flow into my groin making me momentarily forget the bloating sensations of my overinflated belly. He sat me down on a log, my legs spread wide so he could sit in between them, pushing up my shirt. Sloane then began to suckle my full breasts as he stroked my big belly.
I stifled a moan, so as not to attract attention and bring anyone to interrupt us. I felt I was being sucked dry and incredibly excited as he twisted, teased and milked me hard. The suctioning noises becoming more distinct as he and I became more sexually aroused. I was aching, my skin stretched to the limit of its elasticity. He pulled my sweatpants that he had bought me down further to get at my underbelly not stopping teasing my tits. I shook as I became keyed up. A rustling nearby stopped him. He heaved me to my feet and I pulled up my pants over my bloated belly. It was impossible to tug down my shirt. It had become a true belly shirt, my belly sticking out proudly.
Sloane helped me walk slowly through the zoo, into a cab, and back on the ferry. The remainder of the day was spent with me tied down on the bed except that I my hands were roped down to my sides where I could cradle my swelling belly. I had straps across my chest and legs, and across the top and around my belly. As I was being blown up with the rich food Sloane was feeding me, he would suck on my breasts causing me to get excited and eat more lustily unaware of how swollen I was becoming. His lips at my breast lapped away as I enlarged.
“Your belly is starting to feel stuffed and tight, isn’t Jenna?” Sloane whispered. “Yes, I can see that. You know you’re not going to be able to fit into any of your clothes because you’re getting too fat.”
Early Thursday morning, we boarded the ferry for
When I started to slow down and complain about being full, he’d pull me to the bushes to massage my abdomen. "I think you are not full yet, not there at all,” Sloane would say.
I had the feeling that I was getting tremendously bigger. I also suddenly felt the need to fill up every last crevice of space in my larger belly. So, I began to gulp down the food greedily as fast as it came. An ominous gurgle from my belly forced me to slow. "Ooooo!" I groaned. "I really overdid it. My God, I feel like a whale!"
I looked several months pregnant with food. My belly was blown up bigger than the night before. I moaned as I held it and Sloane guided me from the shaded grove. When we got into the shelter of the bushes, he did something unexpected. Not only did he rub my belly, but also my nipples which were already quite erect. I whimpered feeling electricity flow into my groin making me momentarily forget the bloating sensations of my overinflated belly. He sat me down on a log, my legs spread wide so he could sit in between them, pushing up my shirt. Sloane then began to suckle my full breasts as he stroked my big belly.
I stifled a moan, so as not to attract attention and bring anyone to interrupt us. I felt I was being sucked dry and incredibly excited as he twisted, teased and milked me hard. The suctioning noises becoming more distinct as he and I became more sexually aroused. I was aching, my skin stretched to the limit of its elasticity. He pulled my sweatpants that he had bought me down further to get at my underbelly not stopping teasing my tits. I shook as I became keyed up. A rustling nearby stopped him. He heaved me to my feet and I pulled up my pants over my bloated belly. It was impossible to tug down my shirt. It had become a true belly shirt, my belly sticking out proudly.
Sloane helped me walk slowly through the zoo, into a cab, and back on the ferry. The remainder of the day was spent with me tied down on the bed except that I my hands were roped down to my sides where I could cradle my swelling belly. I had straps across my chest and legs, and across the top and around my belly. As I was being blown up with the rich food Sloane was feeding me, he would suck on my breasts causing me to get excited and eat more lustily unaware of how swollen I was becoming. His lips at my breast lapped away as I enlarged.
“Your belly is starting to feel stuffed and tight, isn’t Jenna?” Sloane whispered. “Yes, I can see that. You know you’re not going to be able to fit into any of your clothes because you’re getting too fat.”
Friday, Saturday, & Sunday
We toured the other boroughs…Queens, the Bronx, and then left them entirely to visit the vineyards on the tip ofLong Island . I was treated to wine and cheese tastings, a festival in Queens where we must have sampled every food stand, and a few seafood restaurants at City Island in the Bronx . I was coached, stuffed, coerced, and compelled to eat as much and as often as my budding belly could manage. Sloane, himself at times looked quite bloated as he tried to keep up the appearance of joining in…thinking quite rightly that it would look strange if only I was eating. So, he would order something he deemed suitable at every place, his belly rounding out…moaning faintly as he endeavored to rub away some of the tenderness.
My belly jutted out more and more…barely deflating. I had no idea how much I was putting on since Sloane refused to bring in the scale only on my last day. I just knew it was considerable since my clothing could no longer be persuaded to close. I took to wearing the stretch pants and large over shirts Sloane had been providing me with since Wednesday. My belly was kept expanded, stretching the limits of my clothes. On Sunday, when I had finally pushed the last plate away consisting of a seafood au gratin, and was pleasantly stuffed that we left to make our long trek back into Manhattan – but, not before visiting a Ben and Jerry’s for an ice cream sundae for me to eat in Sloane’s hotel room.
Monday
A visit toChinatown was planned for Monday. Sloane had planned a surprise for me. We went out for a huge breakfast or I should say I did. He ordered two hungry man breakfasts and only ate a few slices of buttered toast. So, I had two 3- egg omelets with cheese and vegetables, 2 stacks of pancakes, sausage, bacon, toast, orange juice, and coffee. I ate and ate, devouring everything until I sat back, groaning in contentment. How did I stuff all that food into me? Sometimes my gluttony surprised me. I felt so wickedly bloated. Reclining in my chair I stared down at the straining buttons on my shirt. I sighed knowing that I would have to move shortly. Sloane was up at the register paying the check.
My belly had been arduously stuffed with food at breakfast and yet I still experienced faint hunger pangs. My fingers massaged my round belly. "You look so sexy sitting there,” Sloane whispered into my ear as he helped me from my chair. “Your poor stretched belly has become larger. And is that a groaning I hear? Could you possibly be still hungry? I’ll take care of that later. Right now we’re late for an appointment.”
We entered a massage and skin care center nearChinatown . Sloane had set up appointments for a massage for the two of us. We were taken into separate rooms. I instructed to remove all my clothing and to lie face down on the table under the fresh, crisp linen on the table. After disrobing, I lay down on my back first, but then remembering the instructions flipped over onto my huge belly. It felt as if I had put several pillows under me which raised my backside up slightly. But, it was only my belly swollen from a filling breakfast.
We toured the other boroughs…Queens, the Bronx, and then left them entirely to visit the vineyards on the tip of
My belly jutted out more and more…barely deflating. I had no idea how much I was putting on since Sloane refused to bring in the scale only on my last day. I just knew it was considerable since my clothing could no longer be persuaded to close. I took to wearing the stretch pants and large over shirts Sloane had been providing me with since Wednesday. My belly was kept expanded, stretching the limits of my clothes. On Sunday, when I had finally pushed the last plate away consisting of a seafood au gratin, and was pleasantly stuffed that we left to make our long trek back into Manhattan – but, not before visiting a Ben and Jerry’s for an ice cream sundae for me to eat in Sloane’s hotel room.
Monday
A visit to
My belly had been arduously stuffed with food at breakfast and yet I still experienced faint hunger pangs. My fingers massaged my round belly. "You look so sexy sitting there,” Sloane whispered into my ear as he helped me from my chair. “Your poor stretched belly has become larger. And is that a groaning I hear? Could you possibly be still hungry? I’ll take care of that later. Right now we’re late for an appointment.”
We entered a massage and skin care center near
A pretty older blonde woman came in. She was very light skinned and looked almost of Nordic descent. The woman introduced herself as Pia. She told me that here parents were actually Finnish. Pia herself had a very broad and powerful build with big hands and long fingers. She quickly set to work on me, pulling off the coverings, exposing my naked flesh. Pia started at my head and neck, working her way down my back. Her probing fingers finally came to rest on my upraised behind. She startled me when she mounted the table and straddled me. Balanced on my belly, I soon found myself grunting as she roughly kneaded and squeezed my backside.
“This is good,” she said to me in a thick accent. “You have good muscle tone.”
Then I felt her slightly nudge the sides of my belly. “Mr. Sloane said you have been well fed,” Pia said, admiringly. “Oh, you must be uncomfortable with all your weight on your stomach. Why don’t you turn upright?”
Groaning with effort, I rolled over, and then pushed myself up on my elbows to watch Pia go to the other table to retrieve the heated lavender fragranced oil. Pia had me lie down again. I retrieved the sheet, pulling it over me. My heavy belly created a perfect round curve against the sheet.
Pia pulled down the sheet again so it just covered my sex and legs. She expertly prodded my belly as if appraising it, measuring it with her hands and eyes. “Your tummy is very firm…or should I say full. Mr. Sloane must have just fed you,” she assessed.
“Does Mr. Sloane bring his girls here often?” I asked her, taken back by her comments.
“Only one before…a long time ago. She had been just starting to thicken. After several visits over many months, she slowly expanded. I loved working her as she swelled with fat. Mr. Sloane knows how much I enjoy working on truly ponderous bodies. He should know, he was so deliciously fat at one time,” Pia replied.
“He was?”I asked.
“Why, yes. He weighed over 350 pounds before he was forced to lose weight. He said his wife put him on a diet. And, the poor man lost all that lovely poundage,” she explained. “Not that he isn’t attractive now. I still like to give him a happy ending massage. But, it’s you that is important right now. Tell me if there is anything that I’m doing that makes you uncomfortable. Mr. Sloane wanted me to give you a full treatment, but I won’t if you decide as we go that it’s too intense for you.”
With that information to ponder, she poured oil liberally over her hands and then started kneading my breasts…rubbing and tugging at my erect nipples… pressing down on my food-filled abdomen…toward my equally swollen lower belly. Then she stopped, worked a lever on the side of the table and I felt my legs spreading apart as the table split so that my legs were opened very wide and my backside stuck out just over the edge. Then another level dropped my legs down a few inches. I felt pressure in my belly as it was forced to jut forward slightly.
Her thin fingers gripped my stuffed belly which rumbled slightly. I was embarrassed that even thought it was so rounded that I was still hungry and looking for more. She only smiled and applied pressure to this sides, squeezing it between her fingers…compressing the flesh. I started grunting like a stuck pig as she rolled me out, attempting to flatten me out.
“Feel good?” Pia asked. “I bet Sloane has really been working on you. Were you amazed that you could swell so fat? You have grown round and soft.”
I grunted and groaned as the pressure increased. Then I gasped as I felt her tongue trace a line down my bloated belly. “You are ripe…just beginning to blossom,” she said. “Do you want the full treatment?”
“Yes,” I panted.
She moved between my plump thighs and separated my labia with her fingers. I moaned as I felt her pull away its fleshy hood, fully exposing my clit. “I bet you’ve never had a woman do that before have you?” Pia asked. I shook my head no. “Then you don’t know that only a woman knows how it is really done.”
Soon her lips were around my clit and began to gently suck on it. I was soon in ecstasy as she expertly worked me to multiple orgasms. Then my legs were pushed back together, I was turned on my stomach again, and Pia finished my massage with long, gentle strokes.
“So, you liked your massage?” Sloane asked me after we left.
“Yes, I did very much, thank you,” I replied. “Did you like yours?”
Sloane smiled. “I always enjoy my massages here. I come here every once in a while. It’s a good stress buster.”
“Oh, I agree,” I added.
“This is good,” she said to me in a thick accent. “You have good muscle tone.”
Then I felt her slightly nudge the sides of my belly. “Mr. Sloane said you have been well fed,” Pia said, admiringly. “Oh, you must be uncomfortable with all your weight on your stomach. Why don’t you turn upright?”
Groaning with effort, I rolled over, and then pushed myself up on my elbows to watch Pia go to the other table to retrieve the heated lavender fragranced oil. Pia had me lie down again. I retrieved the sheet, pulling it over me. My heavy belly created a perfect round curve against the sheet.
Pia pulled down the sheet again so it just covered my sex and legs. She expertly prodded my belly as if appraising it, measuring it with her hands and eyes. “Your tummy is very firm…or should I say full. Mr. Sloane must have just fed you,” she assessed.
“Does Mr. Sloane bring his girls here often?” I asked her, taken back by her comments.
“Only one before…a long time ago. She had been just starting to thicken. After several visits over many months, she slowly expanded. I loved working her as she swelled with fat. Mr. Sloane knows how much I enjoy working on truly ponderous bodies. He should know, he was so deliciously fat at one time,” Pia replied.
“He was?”I asked.
“Why, yes. He weighed over 350 pounds before he was forced to lose weight. He said his wife put him on a diet. And, the poor man lost all that lovely poundage,” she explained. “Not that he isn’t attractive now. I still like to give him a happy ending massage. But, it’s you that is important right now. Tell me if there is anything that I’m doing that makes you uncomfortable. Mr. Sloane wanted me to give you a full treatment, but I won’t if you decide as we go that it’s too intense for you.”
With that information to ponder, she poured oil liberally over her hands and then started kneading my breasts…rubbing and tugging at my erect nipples… pressing down on my food-filled abdomen…toward my equally swollen lower belly. Then she stopped, worked a lever on the side of the table and I felt my legs spreading apart as the table split so that my legs were opened very wide and my backside stuck out just over the edge. Then another level dropped my legs down a few inches. I felt pressure in my belly as it was forced to jut forward slightly.
Her thin fingers gripped my stuffed belly which rumbled slightly. I was embarrassed that even thought it was so rounded that I was still hungry and looking for more. She only smiled and applied pressure to this sides, squeezing it between her fingers…compressing the flesh. I started grunting like a stuck pig as she rolled me out, attempting to flatten me out.
“Feel good?” Pia asked. “I bet Sloane has really been working on you. Were you amazed that you could swell so fat? You have grown round and soft.”
I grunted and groaned as the pressure increased. Then I gasped as I felt her tongue trace a line down my bloated belly. “You are ripe…just beginning to blossom,” she said. “Do you want the full treatment?”
“Yes,” I panted.
She moved between my plump thighs and separated my labia with her fingers. I moaned as I felt her pull away its fleshy hood, fully exposing my clit. “I bet you’ve never had a woman do that before have you?” Pia asked. I shook my head no. “Then you don’t know that only a woman knows how it is really done.”
Soon her lips were around my clit and began to gently suck on it. I was soon in ecstasy as she expertly worked me to multiple orgasms. Then my legs were pushed back together, I was turned on my stomach again, and Pia finished my massage with long, gentle strokes.
“So, you liked your massage?” Sloane asked me after we left.
“Yes, I did very much, thank you,” I replied. “Did you like yours?”
Sloane smiled. “I always enjoy my massages here. I come here every once in a while. It’s a good stress buster.”
“Oh, I agree,” I added.
We arrived at our first destination in Chinatown a little after two o’clock in the afternoon. We were ravenous. The restaurant which specialized in dim sum was quiet now having just completed the lunch rush. Rolling carts with many large bamboo baskets began to come in our direction. We filled our plates with shrimp dumplings, vegetarian dumplings with tofu and pickled cabbage, pork dumplings wrapped in thin wheat flour wrappers, and a variety of fluffy buns filled with barbecued pork and other meats with vegetables. And, then there were pot stickers, shanghai steamed buns, spring rolls, and Char Siew Sou which were a baked flaky pastry with sesame seeds and honey and filled with barbecued pork and onions.
I ate steadily for an hour, washing the rich food down with cup after cup of oolong tea. Before long, I began to feel full and looked down. I had swollen so quickly from stuffing myself with every morsel they served me, plus what must have been almost a gallon of tea I poured in my expanding body also plumped me up. Sloane rubbed my belly appreciatively. He seemed awed by its size. I think I was truly staggered by how much food I could now take in and how round I could grow.
“Let’s overstuff that belly of yours…really so much you can put into it,” Sloane encouraged. “Come, Jenna, I know you're still famished. And, you’ve been such a greedy girl. See they are bringing out the perfect cure for your hunger."
I watched as the servers brought in more food including desserts. My belly quivered in anticipation, as my mouth watered. As Sloane piled my plate up high yet again, my frenzied fingers took hold of the chop sticks methodically spearing the food, plopping it in my mouth, and swallowing. Soon I had to pause since my continually swelling belly pressed me away from the table. I was forced to shift sideways. As my demanding lower belly swelled bigger and bigger my bulging flesh tortured my pliable clothing. My now massive lower belly bulged and had again transformed my already rotund belly into a colossal weighty sphere.
“Come on now, fill that fat belly….look how immensely fat…so engorged…and so much farther to go…” Sloane began.
I reached over my belly for more food. I continued to stuff myself fast and furiously, demolishing an all that was in front of my eye as Sloane whispered verses of encouragement. When I was finally able to pull myself away, I had to hold myself with both arms and squeeze, hard, to relieve the pressure on his aching gut. My pants were stretched to the limit, and my shirt was showing huge gaps between the straining buttons.
Sloane inspected my greatly distended torso with satisfaction, patting my roundness the way a farmer pats his prize winning pig. I had a significantly overstuffed belly and was totally bloated. I felt my belly stretched tight, almost constricting my ribcage.
“Come, luv,” Sloane said, holding a spoon to my lips. “You haven’t tried the congee…come, come, it’s just rice porridge with big pieces of mango and lots of sweet condensed milk… “
Groaning, I clenched my hands against my distended belly as Sloane, still smiling in amusement, crammed more and more food into my mouth…my frenzied fingers working furiously to rub my expanding girth. But why was he swelling me so immensely fat when he knew we were so far away from the hotel? As I gasped my belly pressed me back, forcing me to spread my thighs, trying to relax my throat and stomach muscles as the flow of food, gushed into me. I was groaning helplessly as I continued consuming the rich porridge.
I ate and ate until I collapsed back gasping in pain. After I consumed most of the food, I moaned in anguish and sprawled back. My skin was stretched tight as a drum. My belly ached from the all the food I had been compelled to eat. My fingers desperately gripped my obscenely expanded belly. I was so bloated with food. My shirt was open in several places where the buttons had given way.
Sloane gave me a peck on the cheek and rose to go and pay the hefty check. Through my food-induced haze, I did spot Sloane’s well-rounded middle spilling over his tight jeans. I was glad he was able to overindulge as well. Pia was right. His body would look even better with more weight.
My huge body felt too fattened to move. I hauled my ponderous weight up, grunting with the effort. Sloane moved me quite slowly to the door, into a cab, and back to the apartment. His reasoning for fattening me up became quickly apparent upon our return to the hotel. With my body being so blown up and immensely fattened to its corpulent state, I was totally under his influence. Candles were lit, soft music was played, and the Jacuzzi was filled with water and rose petals. After removing all my clothing and lowering me into the frothy bubbles, he joined me. For hours afterward, he caressed and pampered me from head to toe. He sucked my breasts and rubbed my belly until I was in the throws of passion, and then held a vibrator to my clit to send me absolutely over the edge. He did this again and again, until I was pressing up against him, clutching on to him, feeling his shaft harden against my inflated belly, and then watch him as he pleasured himself to climax. He was keeping to our agreement, but I could tell it was just as hard for him as it was for me.
I ate steadily for an hour, washing the rich food down with cup after cup of oolong tea. Before long, I began to feel full and looked down. I had swollen so quickly from stuffing myself with every morsel they served me, plus what must have been almost a gallon of tea I poured in my expanding body also plumped me up. Sloane rubbed my belly appreciatively. He seemed awed by its size. I think I was truly staggered by how much food I could now take in and how round I could grow.
“Let’s overstuff that belly of yours…really so much you can put into it,” Sloane encouraged. “Come, Jenna, I know you're still famished. And, you’ve been such a greedy girl. See they are bringing out the perfect cure for your hunger."
I watched as the servers brought in more food including desserts. My belly quivered in anticipation, as my mouth watered. As Sloane piled my plate up high yet again, my frenzied fingers took hold of the chop sticks methodically spearing the food, plopping it in my mouth, and swallowing. Soon I had to pause since my continually swelling belly pressed me away from the table. I was forced to shift sideways. As my demanding lower belly swelled bigger and bigger my bulging flesh tortured my pliable clothing. My now massive lower belly bulged and had again transformed my already rotund belly into a colossal weighty sphere.
“Come on now, fill that fat belly….look how immensely fat…so engorged…and so much farther to go…” Sloane began.
I reached over my belly for more food. I continued to stuff myself fast and furiously, demolishing an all that was in front of my eye as Sloane whispered verses of encouragement. When I was finally able to pull myself away, I had to hold myself with both arms and squeeze, hard, to relieve the pressure on his aching gut. My pants were stretched to the limit, and my shirt was showing huge gaps between the straining buttons.
Sloane inspected my greatly distended torso with satisfaction, patting my roundness the way a farmer pats his prize winning pig. I had a significantly overstuffed belly and was totally bloated. I felt my belly stretched tight, almost constricting my ribcage.
“Come, luv,” Sloane said, holding a spoon to my lips. “You haven’t tried the congee…come, come, it’s just rice porridge with big pieces of mango and lots of sweet condensed milk… “
Groaning, I clenched my hands against my distended belly as Sloane, still smiling in amusement, crammed more and more food into my mouth…my frenzied fingers working furiously to rub my expanding girth. But why was he swelling me so immensely fat when he knew we were so far away from the hotel? As I gasped my belly pressed me back, forcing me to spread my thighs, trying to relax my throat and stomach muscles as the flow of food, gushed into me. I was groaning helplessly as I continued consuming the rich porridge.
I ate and ate until I collapsed back gasping in pain. After I consumed most of the food, I moaned in anguish and sprawled back. My skin was stretched tight as a drum. My belly ached from the all the food I had been compelled to eat. My fingers desperately gripped my obscenely expanded belly. I was so bloated with food. My shirt was open in several places where the buttons had given way.
Sloane gave me a peck on the cheek and rose to go and pay the hefty check. Through my food-induced haze, I did spot Sloane’s well-rounded middle spilling over his tight jeans. I was glad he was able to overindulge as well. Pia was right. His body would look even better with more weight.
My huge body felt too fattened to move. I hauled my ponderous weight up, grunting with the effort. Sloane moved me quite slowly to the door, into a cab, and back to the apartment. His reasoning for fattening me up became quickly apparent upon our return to the hotel. With my body being so blown up and immensely fattened to its corpulent state, I was totally under his influence. Candles were lit, soft music was played, and the Jacuzzi was filled with water and rose petals. After removing all my clothing and lowering me into the frothy bubbles, he joined me. For hours afterward, he caressed and pampered me from head to toe. He sucked my breasts and rubbed my belly until I was in the throws of passion, and then held a vibrator to my clit to send me absolutely over the edge. He did this again and again, until I was pressing up against him, clutching on to him, feeling his shaft harden against my inflated belly, and then watch him as he pleasured himself to climax. He was keeping to our agreement, but I could tell it was just as hard for him as it was for me.
Tuesday
Vince called to check in with me early in the morning reminding me to be prompt. He was bringing my evening wear and we would be going out at 7:30 that evening. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I liked my fuller figure, but my belly had grown so big. I confided in Sloane that I didn’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t and I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit in the evening attire Vince was bringing with him.
Sloane took me out after another big breakfast to the department stores. I settled on an incredible tight waist cincher, lavender garter belt, and nude stockings. He then bought me some lacy bikini underwear in a larger size. When we passed the bath department, Sloane had me stop near a scale. After removing my shoes, he had me step onto it. It registered 239 pounds. That was a 21 pound gain! No wonder my clothes didn’t fit properly!
“Hmmm…only 239…well you need to gain one more pound to get you to an even 240 pounds before I can return you to your husband this evening. Come, I have a plan,” Sloane said.
We stopped off at the hotel room to drop off my packages and then headed for the subway on our way to Coney Island inBrooklyn . After a visit to the aquarium and a ride on the Cyclone, he took me to the planned destination – Nathan’s. Sloane plopped me down at a table facing the beach and he came back with a tray brimming with hotdogs, sodas, and cheese fries. Then he went up for another tray and then another. My stomach quickly responded to this new onslaught of calories by swelling anew.
“Your belly is getting so huge!” Sloane said, massaging it so I would keep eating.
Before long, I was engorged having ingested nearly twenty hotdogs, several servings of fries, and about 3 liters of cola. Sloane pressed on my straining flesh, pronounced me full, and then we set off again forManhattan
About 6:30, I attempted to push my resisting flesh into my cincher. So, it would close, Sloane had me put it on backwards with the little hooks and zipper to the back, laying on the bed and holding my breath as he pulled and stretched the fabric and boning. When that didn’t work, he had me hold onto the shower rod and suck in facing him, as he tugged and pulled the cincher closed.
I could barely breathe, but I was secured. My old pants did close, but my seams were straining and my belly still was quite round. I kissed Sloane and hugged him close. He promised he would come toBoston
The hotel room Vince reserved was fancy and spacious…not that he would have accepted anything less. He barely gave me a look, giving me a peck on the cheek and telling me that he laid out my clothes on the bed and to dress for dinner. While I was getting dressed, he asked how my trip was, what I did, and so on. I answered, not elaborating too much – sticking closely with the story my sister and I had hatched last night on the telephone to maintain my cover.
He told me that we would be meeting his clients in the bar, but he had to make a phone call or two before going down. Vince asked me to go down to greet them in the bar area and he’d meet me downstairs in a few minutes. I kissed him and then went downstairs.
It wasn’t until a few months later that I was told about his phone conversation:
Vince: (irritated) Sloane, you told me that you could do the job.
Sloane: (surprised) She’s hiding most of it from you. She’s up 22 pounds.
Vince: (sounding more relaxed) You didn’t have sex, right?
Sloane: (steadily)I did what you told me to do…no intercourse, but I did what I had to in order to get her to eat as you instructed.
Vince: Good. I’ve wanted her to get fat for ages, but I’ve gotten very impatient. I’m glad you gave her a push in the right direction. But, don’t make yourself a stranger, I may have to have you transferred up toBoston
Sloane: As always, it would be my pleasure.
Vince: Good. You’re check is in the mail to cover your expenses and a little extra for your trouble.
Sloane: (slightly sad) Of course, sir.
Vince called to check in with me early in the morning reminding me to be prompt. He was bringing my evening wear and we would be going out at 7:30 that evening. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I liked my fuller figure, but my belly had grown so big. I confided in Sloane that I didn’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t and I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit in the evening attire Vince was bringing with him.
Sloane took me out after another big breakfast to the department stores. I settled on an incredible tight waist cincher, lavender garter belt, and nude stockings. He then bought me some lacy bikini underwear in a larger size. When we passed the bath department, Sloane had me stop near a scale. After removing my shoes, he had me step onto it. It registered 239 pounds. That was a 21 pound gain! No wonder my clothes didn’t fit properly!
“Hmmm…only 239…well you need to gain one more pound to get you to an even 240 pounds before I can return you to your husband this evening. Come, I have a plan,” Sloane said.
We stopped off at the hotel room to drop off my packages and then headed for the subway on our way to Coney Island in
“Your belly is getting so huge!” Sloane said, massaging it so I would keep eating.
Before long, I was engorged having ingested nearly twenty hotdogs, several servings of fries, and about 3 liters of cola. Sloane pressed on my straining flesh, pronounced me full, and then we set off again for
About 6:30, I attempted to push my resisting flesh into my cincher. So, it would close, Sloane had me put it on backwards with the little hooks and zipper to the back, laying on the bed and holding my breath as he pulled and stretched the fabric and boning. When that didn’t work, he had me hold onto the shower rod and suck in facing him, as he tugged and pulled the cincher closed.
I could barely breathe, but I was secured. My old pants did close, but my seams were straining and my belly still was quite round. I kissed Sloane and hugged him close. He promised he would come to
The hotel room Vince reserved was fancy and spacious…not that he would have accepted anything less. He barely gave me a look, giving me a peck on the cheek and telling me that he laid out my clothes on the bed and to dress for dinner. While I was getting dressed, he asked how my trip was, what I did, and so on. I answered, not elaborating too much – sticking closely with the story my sister and I had hatched last night on the telephone to maintain my cover.
He told me that we would be meeting his clients in the bar, but he had to make a phone call or two before going down. Vince asked me to go down to greet them in the bar area and he’d meet me downstairs in a few minutes. I kissed him and then went downstairs.
It wasn’t until a few months later that I was told about his phone conversation:
Vince: (irritated) Sloane, you told me that you could do the job.
Sloane: (surprised) She’s hiding most of it from you. She’s up 22 pounds.
Vince: (sounding more relaxed) You didn’t have sex, right?
Sloane: (steadily)I did what you told me to do…no intercourse, but I did what I had to in order to get her to eat as you instructed.
Vince: Good. I’ve wanted her to get fat for ages, but I’ve gotten very impatient. I’m glad you gave her a push in the right direction. But, don’t make yourself a stranger, I may have to have you transferred up to
Sloane: As always, it would be my pleasure.
Vince: Good. You’re check is in the mail to cover your expenses and a little extra for your trouble.
Sloane: (slightly sad) Of course, sir.
