Ruined

Chapter 1

Benny brushed crumbs and a stray piece of lettuce from his shirt, watching them tumble down his sizable belly and land on the car floor. He flipped down the visor mirror, wiping the corners of his mouth, making sure there were no telltale signs of his car feast. He had meant to drive straight home after work—it was Thursday, after all, and Jess, his wife, always whipped up something amazing for dinner on her work-from-home days. But as soon as he spotted those golden arches in the distance, his plans went out the window.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d order. A Big Mac, or maybe two, a couple of McChickens—his favorite. Nuggets, at least twenty, with fries, because you couldn’t skip the fries. And wasn’t there that new McFlurry flavor he wanted to try? Before he knew it, he was in the drive-thru, ordering enough to feed four people.

He had devoured it all in the parking lot, shoveling down the food as quickly as he could. The clock was ticking, and the last thing he needed was for Jess to start wondering why he was running late. Now, sitting in the driveway, he fidgeted with his belt, which felt uncomfortably tight after his fast-food binge. She’d be upset if she knew. She’d warned him plenty of times not to ruin his appetite for dinner, but how could he resist with all those places tempting him on his drive home?

He crumpled the empty wrappers into the paper bag and, with more effort than it should have taken, opened the car door. As he stood up, his stuffed belly shifted, almost knocking him off balance. After one final check of his reflection in the car window, he tossed the trash into the outdoor bin and headed inside.

Chapter 2

“How was work?” Jess greeted Benny with a kiss as he entered the kitchen, though “waddled” might have been a more accurate description. She noticed how his shirt buttons strained with each step, and the unmistakable scent of salty fries clung to his clothes. He’d been to McDonald’s. Again.

“Uhh, y’know. Fine,” Benny muttered, collapsing onto the couch in the living room. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, letting out a sigh of relief. “How about you?”

“Really good! Got a lot of client work done,” Jess replied, glancing over as she stirred a pot on the stove. For a moment, she debated calling him out on his little fast-food detour. The evidence was probably already in the outdoor bin, waiting to be discovered. She did enjoy watching his face flush with embarrassment whenever she caught him indulging his cravings. But as much as she loved seeing him grow, she preferred to be the one behind it, not some fast-food cashier.

As she turned the heat down on the boiling potatoes, an idea began to form. Sure, the secret fattening had been fun—she’d been at it for three years now—but it was starting to feel too routine. Watching him expand had always been thrilling, but there was only so much excitement to be had with someone who remained blissfully unaware of your influence. No, it was time to shake things up.

“Dinner will be ready in about an hour,” she called out. In truth, she could have it done in twenty minutes, but she wanted extra time to whip up a more decadent dessert than she had originally planned. Besides, Benny would need time to digest the fast food still sitting heavy in his stomach.

Reaching into the fridge, she grabbed the heavy cream and butter—essential ingredients in Benny’s diet, though he had no clue. She smiled to herself as she prepared to make the creamiest, richest mashed potatoes yet.

Chapter 3

Benny tugged on a pair of plaid pajama pants, pairing them with the plain gray t-shirt he’d just changed into. He would’ve liked to wear something nicer for dinner, but hardly any of his casual clothes fit these days. There was no way he could handle sitting through another meal in his tight, restricting work attire. He made a mental note to update his wardrobe—though, in truth, he knew he’d wait until Jess did it for him, like always. He preferred it that way. Otherwise, he’d have to figure out his size and confront the fact that he was, undeniably, getting fat. It was a reality he wasn’t ready to face, so he avoided scales and size tags whenever he could.

Still, the changes were hard to ignore. Everything was more of a challenge now. Just that morning, it had taken him two tries to heave himself out of bed. Two! Even simple tasks, like tying his shoes, left him winded. And he dreaded the weekends when Jess would remind him to mow the lawn. All that walking and pushing the mower felt like hours of grueling exercise. But, in a way, he appreciated her pushing him to do it—without her, he’d probably spend every weekend lounging around the house, doing nothing. His waistline had ballooned since they got married, and with each passing year, he did less and less around the house.

Jess never complained, though. Not really. Only when his overeating ruined the enjoyment of the meals she prepared for him. Maybe if he didn’t always go for seconds, or stuff his office drawers with snacks, or make pit stops at fast food joints behind her back, he wouldn’t be in this position. But Jess was patient and caring, never judging him for his growing size. In fact, she seemed oblivious to it sometimes—like today, after his fast food binge. Maybe he was getting better at hiding his lack of self-control.

“Baby, dinner’s ready!” Jess called from the kitchen.

Benny became suddenly aware of the delicious smells wafting down the hall. He wasn’t remotely hungry, yet his stomach growled on cue, ready for more.

Chapter 4

"I hope you're hungry," Jess said as she placed the beautifully slow-cooked beef pot roast on the dining table, right next to the creamy, butter-laden mashed potatoes. "I put a lot of effort into this one, you'll love it!" She smiled brightly at Benny, who settled into his seat, his big, round belly spilling into his lap. She noticed a sliver of pale skin peeking out from under his shirt, but as always, she resisted the urge to comment. She’d been holding off on buying him new clothes, enjoying how tight his current wardrobe had become. It was a guilty pleasure to watch his body outgrow everything he owned.

The meal, though she played it up as labor-intensive, had been simple to prepare. Exaggerating the effort behind her cooking was one of the easiest ways to guilt Benny into overeating. And tonight, she needed every trick in the book. She loaded his plate with a heaping scoop of mashed potatoes, followed by two generous slices of roast smothered in gravy. Vegetables were served sparingly—she preferred he fill up on the hearty carbs and meat.

"Ugh, this looks so good. Thanks," Benny mumbled, already eyeing the food eagerly. He didn’t wait for her to sit down before diving in, his fork shoveling a large bite into his mouth.

"You're welcome, honey." Jess watched him with satisfaction as he ate, knowing full well this was his second dinner. She thought back to what she'd packed him for lunch—a hefty meatball sub from the leftovers of last night’s spaghetti dinner. The way he was wolfing down his food now, you’d think he hadn’t eaten all day. She took her time serving herself, moving slowly to let Benny eat more without noticing how much he was putting away. If he got self-conscious, it would be harder to get him to take seconds.

“How is it?” Jess asked.

“Amazing, as always,” Benny replied, pausing only briefly to gulp down some water.

"Oh, I forgot the wine!" Jess jumped up and returned with a bottle of red. She spotted a bag of dinner rolls she had saved for another night and grabbed those, too. “Here you go,” she said cheerily, placing two rolls on his plate and filling their wine glasses. Benny immediately downed half of his, so Jess refilled it without hesitation. She noticed he was already nearly finished with his plate, though she hadn’t even taken a bite of her own yet.

She made idle conversation, describing her workday while Benny focused on his meal. When he had only a few bites and one roll left, she wordlessly began serving him seconds. He looked like he might protest for a moment, opening his mouth as if to say something, but she continued chatting as she piled more food onto his plate—just as much as before. To her delight, he dug in with the same eagerness, perhaps seeing it as permission to indulge further. But halfway through his second helping, Jess noticed the telltale signs of his struggle: smaller bites, more sips of wine, and constant fidgeting to make room for his full stomach.

Jess began tallying in her head all the food he had eaten that day—eggs, bacon, and buttered toast for breakfast, the meatball sub for lunch, endless snacks at work, a McDonald's binge on the way home, and now two full servings of a heavy, fattening dinner. She felt a surge of arousal as she eyed his thickening love handles spilling over his sides. His weight had accumulated mostly in his belly and thighs, and the thought of how much more she could feed him was intoxicating. Every meal, every indulgence, made it harder to hide her true desires, and she wondered how much longer she could resist revealing them.

Benny managed to clear his second plate, leaning back in his chair with a heavy sigh. A soft burp escaped him, and Jess felt a jolt of pleasure shoot up her spine. Making up her mind, she reached for the mashed potatoes again, scooping another hefty portion onto his plate.

"Whoa, honey, I think I’m good," Benny said, placing his hand on hers to stop her.

Jess hesitated, then gave him a wide-eyed look of concern. "Oh no, do you not like the food?" she asked, feigning hurt.

Chapter 5

Benny looked at his wife’s expression. He loved the food—too much, actually—and that was the problem. He should’ve stopped after the first helping, but it was impossible to say no to a second. Now here was Jess, offering him more, and he didn’t know how to turn her down.

"No, no, it’s great! I’m just really full," he said, placing his hands on his belly for emphasis.

"Really?" Jess tilted her head, her tone skeptical. "I didn’t think this meal was that filling. Did you have something else to eat today?"

Benny’s mind raced. If he admitted to his fast food detour, Jess would be upset about him ruining his appetite again. He remembered how she had mentioned how much effort went into tonight’s dinner. He couldn’t tell her.

"Nah, it’s just…must be the potatoes. Filling, haha," he replied awkwardly. He watched as her shoulders slumped, disappointment evident. She set down the bowl and spoon, sinking back into her seat, dejected.

"It’s okay if you’re not a fan of the roast, Benny. Now I know, that’s fine," she said, crossing her arms and taking a sip of wine.

"I..." Benny didn’t know what to say. She only called him by his name when she was upset. He glanced down at his plate. He shouldn’t eat any more, his belly was already groaning in discomfort, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. "Don’t be silly, of course I like it." He picked up the bowl and served himself a small portion.

"Really?" Jess’ eyes lit up. She took the bowl from his hands, serving him triple the amount he had intended, topping it with more roast and gravy. "I knew you would. You always appreciate my cooking." She leaned over the table and kissed his cheek.

Benny forced a smile, pushing himself closer to the table. His belly groaned audibly as it pressed against his thighs. Ignoring the tightness, he dug into his third serving. The silky potatoes went down easily enough, but each bite of the roast made him painfully aware of how full he was becoming. He could feel his stomach expanding as he ate, slowly, which rode his shirt up as a result. He repeatedly pulled it down, wanting to maintain a semblance of composure despite how overfed and fat he felt. He had never had thirds before, a thought that kept playing in Benny’s head. It felt as though he were actively crossing a new boundary. At least when he had seconds it was just in an effort to satisfy his ever-increasing hunger, even if he felt like a beached whale by the end of it. But endeavoring to eat even more, after he’d already decided to stop, after his body had already told him to stop, felt like a different level of gluttony on his part. Like he wasn’t simply getting fat, but overtly making himself fat.

Jess slid another roll onto his plate and refilled his wine glass, though Benny wasn’t sure how many he’d had by now. As Jess stepped away to grab a new bottle, he seized the moment to rub his swollen stomach. It felt rock hard, far beyond the satisfying fullness he was used to. The rubbing didn’t ease the pressure, but he continued, groaning softly in relief. Jess returned with more wine and a keto ice cream bar for herself. She had finished her own plate long ago and was now moving on to dessert.

Benny reluctantly stopped rubbing his gut and resumed eating, forcing bite after bite into his mouth. His shirt had ridden up completely now, exposing his round belly, but he couldn’t muster the energy to care. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he shoved the last bit of potatoes into his mouth.

Chapter 6

Jess watched as Benny leaned back in his chair, groaning, with half of his belly spilling out from under his shirt. Seeing him force down the entire plate of food, despite being clearly stuffed, was almost too much for her. She needed a moment, so she excused herself to get more wine and grabbed an ice cream bar, hoping to cool herself down or at least keep her from biting her lip. By this point, Jess was fully aroused, practically squirming in her seat as she observed Benny stifling burps and gently rubbing his overfull belly. She ached to get her hands on him, to feel the belly she’d so carefully nurtured over the years. But she still had more plans for her bloated husband tonight.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Jess asked casually, pretending not to notice how much Benny was struggling.

“Sure,” he said with a soft hiccup, tugging his shirt down in a vain attempt at modesty. Benny tried to sit up but was thwarted by the weight of his belly, falling back with an “oof.” On the second try, he managed to get up, wincing as he cradled his stuffed gut.

Jess let out a quiet, trembling sigh, unable to suppress her excitement at the sight of his struggle. Not trusting her voice to hide her arousal, she silently left for the living room, bringing wine glasses and the bottle along. She settled into their oversized couch—one she’d chosen carefully at the start of their marriage, knowing it would accommodate Benny’s growing frame—and switched on the TV. Benny followed a moment later, plopping down beside her with a grunt. She could tell he was trying to hide how full he was, though his hands often drifted to his belly for comfort before he’d let them drop awkwardly back to his lap.

After a bit of back-and-forth, they eventually decided on a new show neither of them had seen, some medieval period piece with a dramatic sounding plot, and spent the next thirty minutes or so getting into it. Jess used the time to get Benny to relax and drink another glass of wine—not to get him drunk, just a bit tipsy and more compliant. When he finally seemed comfortable and had digested a bit, she quietly slipped away to the kitchen to grab dessert: a sticky toffee pudding bundt cake with vanilla ice cream. The cake was still warm from the broiler drawer, and as Jess set it down on the coffee table, she could see Benny’s eyes light up.

“I made your favorite! Thought I’d treat you tonight,” Jess said, her voice light as she presented the cake with a little flourish. The rich smell of the dessert filled the room, and she noticed Benny straightening up, practically drooling as she slowly poured the warm, thick toffee sauce over the cake. She took her time, letting the sauce drip luxuriously down the sides, watching Benny’s hunger grow as it cascaded. The thought crossed her mind of pouring the sauce straight into his mouth, maybe even using a funnel to fill him to the brim with sugary, calorie-laden sweetness. She made a mental note to add that idea to her feeder bucket list.

With the cake thoroughly drenched in sauce, Jess picked up the cake server to cut a slice. Hesitating, she wondered how big of a slice would be appropriate for her overfed husband. Was he still full? Did he even have room for dessert at all? Next to her, Benny picked up the pint of ice cream and opened it, already impatiently preparing the next step. Jess smiled. Who was she kidding? She’d done well in turning her husband into a fat and greedy pig. Even if he didn’t want to show it or admit it, it was obvious, and getting more so with each fattening passing day. She cut a quarter of the cake and confidently served it onto Benny’s waiting plate.

Chapter 7

Benny licked his lips as Jess prepared a plate of his favorite dessert. Sticky toffee pudding was something he'd never even heard of until he met her. She had made it on one of their early dates, and ever since, it had a grip on him he couldn’t shake. The rich, caramelized sweetness had a way of pulling him in, no matter how full he already felt. He’d crave it at the oddest times, but it wasn’t the kind of dessert they could just order in, so he was always at the mercy of Jess and her willingness to make it. Today was one of those rare nights, and he didn’t want to waste a moment.

Without realizing it, Benny pried open the pint of vanilla ice cream she’d brought out. His mind wandered to how the cold cream would melt into the warm cake, pooling at the edges of his plate. When Jess finally set a thick slice in front of him, he felt a mix of excitement and dread. The portion was larger than he would’ve served himself, but he was secretly glad. He dished out just enough ice cream to pair with it, trying to balance the indulgence as if that would somehow make up for how full he already was.

“Are you not having any?” Benny asked, a bit self-conscious as Jess passed on the dessert. She always seemed to have such control, and it made his lack of restraint stand out even more.

“Mm, no. I had that ice cream bar earlier. Maybe later,” she replied, and then, quieter, “if there are leftovers.”

Why wouldn’t there be leftovers, Benny thought to himself, wondering if he’d misheard her. But the dessert in front of him soon drowned out any lingering thoughts. His fork sank into the sticky, sweet cake, and as soon as the first bite hit his tongue, the rich, toffee flavor flooded his senses. He threw his head back and moaned aloud before he could stop himself.

“Fuck,” he muttered, not realizing he’d spoken until Jess giggled beside him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she teased.

Benny smiled sheepishly, though a part of him felt overwhelmed. That first bite had sealed his fate—he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop at just one slice. By the second bite, any thought of restraint had vanished, and by the third, he was devouring it like a man starved. His mind briefly flashed to how many calories he was consuming, how he should probably slow down, but those were just distant thoughts. At the moment he didn’t really care about how many calories he was consuming or the effect it would have on his weight. The cake was too good, and Jess had worked hard to make it. It would be rude, almost disrespectful, not to enjoy it fully.

Before he knew it, the plate was clean, every last crumb and drop of melted ice cream gone. He leaned back, setting the empty dish on his lap. He was back to full again, and without the pleasures of eating keeping him distracted, a nagging guilt started to creep in—not because he’d eaten too much, but because he wanted more.

“Want another slice?” Jess asked. It was as if she had read his mind

Want? Yes. Need? Definitely not, he thought.

“Uhh,” Benny prepared himself to refuse. But when Jess reached for his plate to serve him another piece, he didn’t object. The thought of another slice was just too tempting. He pathetically watched as Jess served him another slice, slightly bigger than the last if his eyes were to be believed. This is why you’re getting fat. Stop her and say you’re full. But he didn’t. He felt a bit of excitement well inside him as Jess scraped the remnants of the toffee sauce onto his slice and paired it with half of the partly melted pint of ice cream. She handed it to him with a smile and he accepted. As he took a bite, he wondered how it could possibly taste better the second time around.

This is the last unhealthy thing I’ll have for a while, he reasoned with himself. He scooped up another bite of the cake, dipping it in the thick sauce and swirling it in the melted cream.

Diet starts tomorrow for sure. He set his plate on his protruding belly, using it as a makeshift table as he continued eating. Monday, actually, since it's almost the weekend and all.

Benny felt himself returning to the point of uncomfortable fullness, but instead of taking it as a que to stop stuffing himself, he slowed his eating and forced himself to savor the dessert. Each bite took more effort than the one before it, but he kept forcing them down, the flavor alone reason enough to finish his plate. It was going to be the last time he gave in like this, after all. His stomach groaned, protesting the added weight, but still, he pushed through. When he scraped the last bite into his mouth, he felt both triumphant and defeated at once.

“Babe, can you pass the ice cream?” he asked suddenly, surprising himself. Jess raised an eyebrow but handed it to him without hesitation.

Don’t do it, you fat fuck. Don’t you dare, his inner voice warned, but before he could second-guess himself, Benny lifted the half-melted pint to his mouth and tipped it back, chugging the creamy liquid straight from the carton. It was something he’d thought about doing for months, a secret indulgence he’d never allowed himself to act on—until now.

The cold liquid rushed down, stretching his already bloated stomach even further. He moaned softly, feeling the ice cream settle heavily inside him as he downed the contents in a blatant display of gluttony. You’re fat. You’re so fucking fat, he thought to himself, but with less self-degradation than usual. He finished chugging the cream and set the empty carton on the couch next to him. His arms fell to his sides as he let out a loud burp, followed by a few more moans. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just done something exhausting, and his stomach felt tight and very bloated. But there was a strange satisfaction in the act. It was gluttony, plain and simple, but in this moment, he didn’t care.

“Ughh,” Benny groaned, leaning back with a hand on his distended belly. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jess stood up suddenly, and he blinked, momentarily forgetting she had been there the entire time. Panic began creeping in as he watched her leave the room without a word. He hadn’t meant to let himself go like that, not in front of her.

Oh no, he thought, she must think I’m a fucking pig.

Chapter 8

Mmmf, he’s such a fucking pig, Jess thought as her fingers deftly massaged her clit. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed her husband do. Never once had he even come close to doing anything that…fat! It was all she could do not to tear his clothes off and pounce on top of him. She had been patient, carefully building this side of him over the years, but tonight something shifted. Benny wasn’t just indulging; he was fully embracing his appetite in a way that felt almost primal. Jess had always found his growing body and overeating attractive, but this display took it to another level. It was a side of him she'd never seen before—never thought he would allow himself to display. He was acting like a full-blown feedee and she couldn’t contain her arousal any longer. Eating half the cake, then chugging the ice cream, and that burp at the end…

“Ohh, fuck!” Jess breathed, as her body tensed and waves of pleasure rippled through her. She replayed Benny’s gluttonous display in her head as she climaxed, wanting it to last a few moments longer. She nearly slipped off the edge of their bed where she sat. She’d originally come there to try and cool down and collect herself. But the memory of him, so utterly full and unrestrained, had sent her hand down her skirt almost instinctively.

Now, with a clearer head, Jess mentally prepared herself for the second part of her plan. She’d trusted her ability to get Benny to overeat tonight—she had been subtly guiding him for years. But she’d been worried about how he might react to any indication that she actually found his overeating and fattened body incredibly sexy. After what she’d just seen, however, that uncertainty faded, and she had more confidence in herself. With a satisfied sigh and a smile, Jess stood up and stripped naked, excited to get started as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Chapter 9

Benny tried not to let his thoughts worry him too much as he scrolled on his phone, looking at nearby gyms on Google Maps. Maybe Jess wasn’t even really watching? He couldn’t remember, having been so engrossed in stuffing his fat face. No she definitely saw, how could she not? She was sitting right next to him. He was convinced she was likely texting one of her friends or calling her sister to complain as she always did whenever she was upset by his actions.

The thought made his face flush, and his stomach churned with embarrassment. Did he really have to do that? In front of her, no less! He tried to shake it off, telling himself that they were always comfortable around each other, that she wouldn’t judge him. But this? This was different. He glanced down at his bloated belly, a physical reminder of his lack of control. He should have stopped after the first slice, should have skipped it even. Benny shook his head and frowned. He would’ve gone after her but his belly was just too full to get up, which only mortified him more. It was no wonder Jess was disgusted.

Tomorrow. He’d fix this tomorrow, not Monday like he’d been telling himself earlier. He was going to find a gym, sign up, and turn things around. Go every day until he was back to looking like the fit, toned man Jess had fallen in love with.

“Hi.”

Jess’s voice pulled Benny from his thoughts. He looked up, startled, and instinctively tugged at his shirt to hide his stomach. But when his eyes met hers, his confusion deepened.

“Um, hi,” he stammered, taking in the sight of her. Jess stood at the entrance to the living room, completely naked, her curves on full display. Her hair looked more styled than it had been earlier, and she’d reapplied her lipstick. He blinked. “You’re... naked.”

“Mmhmm,” Jess affirmed with a playful smile. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, better revealing her nipples. “What about it?”

Benny swallowed hard, utterly thrown off. “Nothing. I just... I didn’t expect... I mean, I thought you were upset. I—” Benny stumbled over his words. He’d been prepared to explain his actions, apologize for being such a fatass. But seeing Jess before him, no clothes on and seemingly not upset, caught him off guard.

“You didn’t finish your dessert,” she interrupted, her tone casual, though her eyes sparkled with something more. She walked over to the coffee table, turned off the TV, and cut the remaining cake into four sizable pieces.

“What?” Benny asked, still struggling to process the situation. Had she not seen him devour half the cake and an entire pint of ice cream?

“Your dessert. There’s still some left.” Jess picked up one of the pieces with her hand, the gooey sauce oozing over her almond shaped acrylics. “Want me to feed you?” She looked at Benny innocently, as if what she was saying wasn’t completely out of the ordinary.

“Feed me?” Benny’s confusion deepened. “Jess, what—” Before he could finish his question, she leaned down, placing her free hand on his belly, full breasts hanging just inches from his face. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off. He held on to it, incredulous. “What are you doing? Don’t…don’t do that.”

Jess didn’t miss a beat. She sat down next to him, her smile never wavering, and lifted the piece of cake to his lips. “Open up,” she said softly.

“Honey, I really don’t think—”

“Benny. Open your fucking mouth.” Jess looked at him resolutely, the smile gone from her face.

Benny stared at her, bewildered. For a moment, he considered arguing, telling her this was all too much. But the look in her eyes made him hesitate. Slowly, he parted his lips, letting her feed him a bite of the cake. It melted on his tongue, sweet and familiar, but something about the act of her feeding him made it feel different. He was too stunned to react. Had she lost it? Should he call a hospital, or maybe her mom?

“Atta boy,” Jess murmured as she gently rubbed his stomach again. Benny withstood it for a few seconds before he grew uncomfortable, he was unsettled by her obvious recognition of his fat body.

“Jess, I–” Benny’s words were cut off once again, this time by the slice of cake being shoved into his mouth.

“You made such a pig of yourself today, babe. What got into you?” Jess slipped her hand under Benny’s tshirt and continued to rub his stuffed gut. The feeling of her hand directly on his stretched skin gave him shivers. Benny opened his mouth to reply, but Jess just pushed cake into it once again. “It’s like you couldn’t control yourself the whole night. First three servings of dinner, then all of this cake. And the way you chugged that ice cream was…” Jess shifted around next to him. “It was a lot, huh? And all that on top of the McDonald’s you had on the way home.”

Benny’s face turned bright red.

“What, did you think I didn’t notice?” Jess giggled as she raised the last bit of the slice of cake to Benny’s lips. She didn’t have to force him this time, he obediently opened up and accepted it, glad to have an excuse to keep his mouth busy rather than respond.

Benny felt so exposed. He’d convinced himself all night that his lack of self-control wasn’t showing, that his secret binge earlier was just that—a secret. But that clearly wasn’t the case. The idea that Jess knew the entire time, and still witnessed him overindulging as if he hadn’t already eaten made him feel incredibly embarrassed all over again. So why was his dick getting hard at her words?

“You’re such a fatass,” Jess whispered, biting her lip as she ran her hand over the softest part of his lower belly. Benny’s breath hitched. His mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the shame he felt with the undeniable arousal building inside him. He didn’t understand why his body was reacting this way, why her words—so blunt and humiliating—were turning him on. But he couldn’t stop it.

Jess picked up another slice of cake, and Benny realized that she intended to feed him the rest. His stomach already felt uncomfortably full, but the thought of eating more, of Jess forcing him to eat more, made something stir inside him. As she held the next piece in front of his lips, he opened his mouth without protest, letting her continue.

What is wrong with me? The question echoed in his mind, but the answer didn’t matter. Not right now. Jess was aroused too—he could see it in the way she looked at him, feel it in the way she touched him. That was all the validation he needed to keep going.

Jess leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his fat neck. She planted fevered kisses there and sucked on it greedily, leaving hickeys in her wake, her hands still roaming over his body. Benny’s hands, shaking slightly, found their way to her curves, exploring every inch of her soft skin as she continued to tease and fondle him, finding all the fattest parts of him to grope. When he had finished the cake she held she pulled away slightly, her breath heavy.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispered breathlessly.

Benny didn’t hesitate. He tugged his shirt over his head, though it was tight, and his pants were even worse. He struggled with the waistband, which had grown too snug after the immense amount of food he’d eaten. He would need to sit up properly for leverage, but his bloated belly protested each movement, making it difficult to maneuver. He spent the next few moments grunting and shifting around in a manner that made his face redden again—not just from the effort, but from the embarrassment of struggling with something so simple in front of Jess. What have I done to myself? he thought. What the fuck have I done to my body?

Benny had never felt so fat in his life, his gut weighed on him heavily and shifting even an inch felt like a huge task. Jess watched him intently, her lips parted in lust as she patiently waited for him to remove his pants and then his boxers. After what felt like forever, Benny finally got them off and collapsed back into the couch, completely out of breath. The movement had loosened some trapped air in his gut and he let out several burps, one after the other. He tried his best to stifle them, his plump body was completely exposed and he didn’t want to come off as even more of a bloated pig, but suppressing them only caused him to hiccup, which made his fat ripple and jiggle in response. The fit only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough for him to feel undesirable again.

Jess didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed more turned on than ever. She moaned and threw herself onto Benny, pressing her lips against his in a deep, hungry kiss as she squeezed his moobs desperately.

Chapter 10

Jess felt near feral with lust. Benny was the embodiment of her deepest fantasies—ones she had dreamt about hundreds, no, thousands of times. Every time they’d been intimate she’d imagine him heavier, more indulged. His growing body and appetite were thrilling, but witnessing his raw, unrestrained gluttony was a new level of excitement. She had taken so much pleasure in secretly fattening him up, watching him struggle to control his weight, completely unaware that she held the reins. Yet, tonight, Benny seemed to embrace his indulgence, and it only fueled her desire further. She knew he got embarrassed, he looked as if he might cry just now as she watched him struggle to undress. But she didn’t fail to notice his dick get more erect as he lay there fat, bloated, and out of breath. She had no clue what had changed for him, but whatever it was changed something for her as well. 

Jess continued to grab at Benny’s body as she kissed him, smearing toffee caramel from her feeding hand onto his skin. He’d wince and whimper from time to time if she was too rough, but it only intensified her pleasure and made her want to shake and squeeze his rolls more. As much as she ached to ride his swollen body, there was still more cake left. And she was going to be sure he finished it. Using all her restraint, she pulled away and lowered herself onto the floor in front of him. Jess picked up the cake plate. There was only a quarter of it left but it felt heavy in her hands. The thought of it all ending up in Benny’s gut sent another lustful tingle through her. She placed it on the sofa next to him.

“Eat,” she said, her voice raw and filled with desire.

“Baby, I really don’t think I can have anymore,” Benny protested. “I mean, look at me!” He placed both hands on his distended belly and jiggled it gently. He frowned in pain but moaned in satisfaction, seemingly taking pleasure in the results of his gluttony.

Jess lowered her head and took his erection in her mouth. She sucked slowly and deliberately, as her hand continued to explore his engorged belly. She paused just long enough to push the cake plate closer to him.

“Eat and I’ll let you finish,” she said. “But if you stop, I stop.”

After a moment of contemplation, Benny picked up one of the slices. He took a bite and groaned, as if he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Jess couldn’t believe it either. The same man who had hidden his eating habits from her earlier was now shoving dessert in his mouth as he lay naked, helpless and stuffed from a full night of overindulgence. She felt a surge of joy at his surrender. He was going to be such a good hog for her from here on out, she knew it.

Jess put her mouth back to work as Benny continued stuffing himself. He was slow going, taking a long time between bites and moaning and groaning through a mouth full of food. But he kept eating, and Jess made sure to edge him properly. When he finished the slice, Benny laid there, clutching his gut. There was just one piece left, but he didn’t reach for it. Jess stopped sucking, making good on her word.

“Uughh, I can’t. I can’t, I’m too full.” Benny complained as he tried in vain to relieve the pressure of his packed belly. He managed to get one soft burp out, but it didn’t help much. “Oof, fuck,” he continued.

Jess knew she should feel for him, let him tap out, get off and rest. It was the first time he’d been pushed this far. But all the whining and complaining only turned her on more. She wanted every last bit of cake in his belly. She got up from her position and went to straddle him instead, her slickness making his entry smooth and effortless. She grabbed his double chin with one hand, and picked up the last piece of cake with the other. Squeezing his cheeks, she forced his mouth open and shoved the slice in. He took a bite and chewed lazily, as if even his jaw was too tired to continue. His hands gripped Jess’ waist as she rode him, gaining speed with every bite he took.

He didn’t resist her at all, letting her force more of the dessert past his lips without so much as a moan. Jess felt herself building, and bucked her hips faster as the cake in her hand dwindled. With just one bite left, she forced it into his mouth along with two of her fingers. He greedily sucked them clean as she pulled them out and he came inside her. She felt his entire body quiver under hers and reached her own climax with a loud cry of ecstasy, digging her nails into his soft, fat flesh. 

Jess felt a profound sense of power and satisfaction. She wanted so badly to tease him, reveal how easy it was to get him to eat more and grow his waistline. But she loved the thought of Benny believing his lack of restraint was entirely his own doing. She would play along, feigning innocence while subtly manipulating him into deeper indulgence. She would continue to fatten him up, giving in to his every request, while carefully orchestrating his belief that his out-of-control, gluttonous desires were to blame. Jess was determined to make him crave more, associating the fullness he sought with pleasure and sex, all the while reveling in her control and his submission. She’d even find ways to guilt him for pulling her into “his” newfound kink, and for making her enable his unhealthy, burgeoning habits. Jess was ready to embrace this new dominance over him fully, and see just how far she could take it. She’d ruin him.