Feeding

Chapter 9

Months of late night snacking and early morning frappuchinos had started to show on Melody's body. There was no resisting now that the treats had become apart of her daily sexual gratification. She started to move differently to accommodate the weight. A rocking waddle that forced my apartment floorboards to creak and groan. Her wide hips bumped into tables, chairs and counters and she had trouble squeezing into places the old Melody would've had no problems with. Her distended stomach, so much more than a pot belly now, quaked with each step.

Oddly enough Melody didn't mind being the fat one in the couple. She relished her position. She took extra helpings, got giddy about dessert, and let me slap her double-wide ass. She loved all of it. But, as the weight expanded her body to a beautiful new size her wardrobe shrunk around her like a tragic laundromat accident.

She used to be so thin and athletic, but now she had plumped into a breathtakingly fat lover. At this point she was dancing on the edge of obesity. My obese cutie. I bet her friends wouldn't even recognize her now.

She would keep eating for me, too. She would do anything to please me. I salivated at the idea.

She pulled and pulled on a pair of jeans, but there was just no way she was going to get it over her shapely rear end. With her wider hips, hanging belly, thick thighs and massive ass, her waist size had gone up at least five inches. The jeans stopped at her upper thighs and would go no further. The great cheeks on her ass were tugged up and down with a ripple as she was locked in bitter conflict with the pants.

"This is the biggest pair I have!... You know, I love being treated like a princess and being able to eat whatever I want, but I thought I could at least maintain my weight so I could keep wearing my clothes." She whined

"It looks like you've really been enjoying our Wednesday night Ice cream dates, huh?" I said

"I was trying to slow down. I was trying to diet." She said and looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

Melody's idea of a diet would be to use only one pump of hot fudge on her sundae rather than the usual six. She traded in chocolate cake for carrot cake after I told her that carrot cake had half the calories. Though, this only resulted in Melody wolfing down twice as much carrot cake in a sitting. It was a minor setback that turned into a fattening boon. She was fatter and softer than ever.

"It just won't fit. I'm becoming a cow!" She panted struggling again with the jeans. She was almost out of breath. Beads of sweat were forming on her pudgy cheeks and rounded moon of a face. Any sharper features that once defined her visage were completely gone now. She puckered her lips and pleaded with me. "Maybe we can slow down on the feeding? I'm growing too fast..."

"And you're just realizing this now?You spent this whole week in your sweatpants, with your stomach bounding over the elastic strap with a fluffy cupcake in each hand. Did you go through the whole box? And who is going to eat the Devil's food cake in the fridge?" I thought to myself with a smile on my face and a tickle in my pants. I had started stocking my apartment with snacks and desserts in every nook and cranny. She couldn't come over without indulging.

Recently, she had been trying to control herself (laughably), but her weight only shot up faster. That's the sign of a real fatty. Their gluttony is never ending and diets are impossible. Her own eyes could only watch in desperation as her body took the reigns, eating everything in sight and ballooning larger and larger.

I attempted to calm her down "Babe you need to relax. I know you've been trying so hard with your diet and I think with a little more effort you might make some progress, but for now let's go out and I'll buy you some new clothes. Just a few things to wear while you try to slim down into your old stuff."

"Let's face it though... I'm just going to get fatter aren't I?" She conceded.

I couldn't have said it better myself! I could tell her what massive cow she was turning into and how much I loved it. That the bigger she had gotten, the more fun and pleasurable the sex was. Though this wasn't the time and place. Instead, I tried to redirect. "Let's try to get your mind of the weight huh? We'll make a date out of it. You like Springdale mall, right?"

Her eyes lit up and she threw her miniature jeans aside "We could stop by the food court right?"

"I don't see why not, you deserve a treat." I smiled slyly. She wanted more. Could she ever get enough?

She dressed in a large tee that barely concealed her distended and hanging stomach. Every time she reached, her navel and the soft rolls of her tummy pushed out of the cotton prison and the shirt rode up high. Her plump forearms filled the sleeves of the shirt tightly and the fabric stretched and strained around her healthy breasts. Her pants had an elastic waist that was falling apart from overuse. If you can believe it, the tight leggings actually made her ass look bigger. If that was even possible...

I gave her ass hard spank and the force sent a shockwave through the thickened fat. She gave a surprised "Oooo" and "You know, there's still a lot of muscle on my ass" She was sure to remind me whenever I jiggled the mounds of fat on her backside. What was once a pair of jiggling bubbles had turned into colossal mountains of pleasure. The sheer weight had forced it to droop and bulge and lose it's shape. It was massive. Cellulite reached down and covered her thighs.

She really did need new clothes huh? The thought and sight of her growing body in shrinking clothes made me hard as a rock. I couldn't wait to show off my prized piggy at the mall and watch her strut around in tight sultry outfits.