Michael gets stuffed
🕑 Added 2022-09-29 09:49:36 +0000 UTC
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“Hey Michael, take a look at Tony. That’s it. Look up from your plate, big guy. Look at him - head tilted back, snoring gently. Look at the way his soft flab rises like dough. I know you’ve seen him eat a lot before, but isn’t this he most full you’ve ever seen him? Look at the way his massive belly just sits in that enormous mound in front of him, so huge and heavy.
"But it looks like you won the eating competition, Michael, no doubt about that. You think you can keep going, fat boy? Look at what I got here – a big plate of fried dumplings, don’t they look good? You know, I don't remember the last time I saw anyone beat Tony; you must really like eating! Here, let me pop one of these dumplings into your mouth. Good, huh? But with you, Michael, it doesn't matter how good the food is, does it? You just like eating.
"Feel that sweetness and saltiness exploding in your mouth. God, I love it when you moan like that. You like the taste, right – and sure, you like to feel full. But you like more than just feeling full. Lots of people like feeling full. You like feeling fat.
"That’s it, Michael – just sit there and chew while I feed you this gigantic plate of dumplings. I can see from that bulge in your pants how much this is turning you on, fat boy.
"Tony can't stop talking about you, you know. Comes home every day talking about the ‘wonder boy’. He's so proud of you, you know that? No; I mean, he literally cannot stop talking about the boy that's come in and gained. All. This. Weight. He's been coming home, asking me to cook more and more for him. I should thank you really, he hasn't been this excited about gaining in years.
"You know he reached 400 pounds the other week. And he's not a very tall man. Can you imagine what that much weight feels like? I don't suppose you'll have to someday soon. And, what about you? You must be closing in on 300 pounds at least? Oh, you haven’t weighed yourself for a long time? That’s crazy – you’ve gotten so much bigger since we started our little project. Aren’t you interested in how much weight you’ve gained? Here, have another dumpling.
"Oh, you sweet, oblivious boy. Come on then, follow me. Let me help you up. Jeez, you are heavy. Come with me to the bathroom.
"Hop on the scales. Yeah, we had to get special ones cause of Tony’s size. Hop on, Michael, now! Good boy. Oh shit, can you see the number? You can’t even see down over that massive belly? See, I told you how fat you’d gotten. 308 lbs! Congratulations! The big three-oh-oh! I bet none of your friends can say that, can they?
"What’s that you said? ‘It’s because you just had a big meal?’ Hahaha. And how many people do you think weigh 308 pounds after a big meal? Do you think I would? Would your friends? How many people do you think could even eat as much as you have tonight? No, this is all you, Michael, all this soft, jiggling blubber. There's no need to be coy with me. Look at my husband, Tony. I know what you big boys like. I know what you want. You want to eat so fucking much.
"Do you feel absolutely stuffed, Michael? Oh you feel ‘full’ That's not what I asked though, is it Michael? No, I asked you whether you were absolutely, unbearably, deliciously stuffed? Not yet? That's my boy!
"Why don't you come with me to the dining room. Look at Tony still snoring. God, he looks so huge! Now this is called a gainer shake. It's one of Tony's, but he won't miss it, don't worry. What do you think it does?
"Oh yes, it certainly goes inside you. But then, my little Michael, what it will do, is make you fatter and fatter and fatter, and more full than you could possibly imagine. Would you like that, Michael? Sit your bulk down on that chair and open your mouth.
"There we go, that's a good boy, there we go: so thick, so creamy, so fattening. Are you getting there? Unbearably, overwhelmingly full, but you can’t stop, can you, Michael? With every swallow the ecstasy of your stretching stomach will grow and grow. Good boy. Let me rub your big belly for you while you digest that. Mmm, you look so big and swollen.
"Oh look, Tony’s come out of his food coma. What’s that, baby? There's another jug in the fridge? How about it, Michael? Will you drink another one of those shakes for Tony and me? This is what you've wanted all year, isn't it lad? Me and this my obese husband feeding you bigger and bigger? When will you stop, do you think? Will you be able to? Tony thought he'd stop after the first 20 pounds, then 50, 100. 250 pounds later; look at him. Will that be you boy? You've made a good start, but I think we'll need to push you on just a little further. Now drink. Faster. Faster. Don’t think about how full you are!
"That’s it – keep going. Good pig. Fuck, you’re practically shaking from the exertion of pushing so much into your gut. Can I touch it? You’re so swollen and bloated right now, this might hurt a bit. Oh, wow it feels so full and tight, I’ve never seen you so big. Just sit there and let all that food and shake turn into the fat we all know you crave, Michael. As soon as you’re feeling up to it, we’ll get you back on that scale, fat boy.”
