getting fat just for you

A treat for my piggy

K Y L A

I sit cross-legged on the living room floor in a bikini to stop Dexter from touching me 24/7. It was really incredible how much our relationship had changed. From barely touching to having sex 24/7. I was always now so out of breath from moving from one place to another, having constant sex was making me pant. I now weigh a big 138kg (304lbs) already and I was close to being a beach ball when I have my daily fattening. I really loved this lifestyle, not caring about what I looked like and could eat whatever I fancied. Tomorrow was Dexter's birthday and I was really trying to fatten up as much as possible to he can fuck me and play with my fatty self all day long.

I have had my big fattening breakfast today making my belly pop and whilst I was waiting for Dexter to finish work, I was eating a snack- 30 brownie cookie dough bites. Shoving my fat fingers to grab a bite, I shove it into my mouth moaning so loudly. "Ahhh mmmm ahhh daddy." I moan and take another one. I slide one hand down my massive boobs and onto my incredible belly. I start rubbing on it and pressing on it. A massive fart ripped out and I sighed completely taken up in it. It gave me more room to eat and eat some more. I finish the bites and reach out for the tub of ice cream infront of me and begin on eating that. Once I had finished, I reached for the massive family bag of doughnuts.

"As much as I want to see you fattening yourself up, I want to take you somewhere so don't get too full my piggy." Dexter grins at me with a lustful look in his eye as he sees me cross legged with my stubby, flabby legs supporting my colossal belly and my massive boobs on top. My face had a big double chin and I had big, rosy, plump cheeks. He growled when he saw the sight of me, my pussy was already so wet from my arousal as I moaned when I ate. "Yes daddy?" I purr as I pour chocolate sauce down my throat. A bit runs down my mouth and I use my finger to lick it and then shove it down my throat, still looking at my boyfriend in his eyes.
"Oh marry me now." He squeaks out.
I just burp for him in response. He kneels down and starts massaging my giant belly so I still have room for my dinner. "Am I bigger than that girl you always used to look at?" I pull back my face so my double chin was more prominent and I gave him puppy dog eyes.
"Nothing and no one could ever compare to you. You are my very own pretty piggy that I have fattened so much. I fuck you everyday so you pant not being able to keep up. I fill you to the brim each time and you look like you are going to burst as your eyes roll to the back of your head. You are my fatty that I will always desire." He says as he massages my belly. He then stops and sticks one finger into my deep belly button and I squirm with joy.
"Do that again." He does. I squirm and moan again.
"As much as I have a boner right now." Dexter says rearranging himself. "We need to get going."
"Where?" I ask as I try to move to get up but find out I really couldn't.
"You'll see." He says and reaches down to pull me up. "You'll see."

"McDonald's?" I ask him as we pull up.
"Yes. I am going to count how many burgers you can eat before you say stop and split your top and pop your buttons on your shorts."
"Hm." I grin at him. "Challenge accepted."

I was down 10 burgers and that's when it starts to hit me. "Oof." I sigh, rubbing my plump belly. "I really am full."
"Is that all?"
"No. I want to pop a button." I shake my head and reach for the coke. The coke made my belly expand like crazy. I gulped it down and let out a huge belch as my tummy looked as if it got two times bigger. I started again on the burgers.

I had hit 25 burgers and I had started to fill so full. My belly was so big, I was struggling to even sit upright on the car seat. "Oof." I sigh again and Dexter leans over to massage my belly well. I eat the next burger as he still massages.

I had managed to eat 38 burgers before I popped two buttons on my shorts and my shirt ripped. I wanted to get bigger so I drank two more bottles of coke.

"I tap out." I say inbetween burps. "I feel like I am going to explode."
"Take it slow. Move as very little as possible. You want to keep this weight for tomorrow." Dexter reminds me. I nod and recline my chair.

When I got home, I had to be helped around the whole house. I stepped on the scales. "What does it say? I can't see anything over my belly."
"It says 160kg my fat piggy."
I smile in delight. "Now fuck me so hard and feed me when you do so."
"You can move?"
"Actually feed me whilst giving me a hand job." I say as he laughs.