Chapter One
When I got married I ran into a problem a lot of people in this community have, in that my wife and I were perfectly happy and compatible, except she didn't share my fetish. Nicole, who had just started trying to get people to call her the shortened version Coco like that rapper's wife, was gorgeous. She stood a tall 5'10" and was very curvy, with giant tits and ass and a flat but soft tummy.
I had never once indulged in my secret fetish, but I had always gotten off on the idea of stuffing myself. As a result of that and my lifting habit, I was about 170lbs of muscle at 6'. However, after we got married I started to feel that fantasy wasn't enough, and I wanted to try stuffing myself.
At first I would do it when Coco wasn't around, sneaking in an extra box of donuts and eating all 12, or slipping away to the McDonald's across the street for a binge. Soon, though, it wasn't enough just to stuff myself and then wait around to fuck my wife. I wanted to fuck her on a full, ready to burst belly.
So that night I told her that my older sisters were coming over and bringing their husbands, so she made a giant fattening casserole like they like, a dozen mashed potatoes, and piles of other sides. After telling her at the last minute they'd cancelled, I dug in greedily.
"You're hungry tonight," she observed nearly an hour and a half later. She'd contented herself with a small plate, but I'd eaten almost everything on the table and was still going.
"I just don't want it to go to waste," I explained. With one hand I was rubbing my swollen belly, and the other spooning in the rest of the potatoes.
"Just be careful," she warned me. "If you make a habit of this you'll get quite fat!"
That was the best sex we ever had.
But I did make a habit of it. For about a month after that I grew more bold about stuffing myself in from of Coco. Especially before sex. Whenerever she started getting amorous I'd quickly order a pizza or something and hold off until I'd had a chance to eat the whole thing.
Chapter Two
About a month later, my pre-sexual stuffings had started to show on my belly. "What's this about?" Coco asked one morning before heading into work as a banker or something. She reached out and poked my belly. "You used to have flat abs!"
"Yeah, I guess I've been getting a little rounder these days," I chuckled, trying to make a joke of it.
"A little?" she asked. "This looks more like twenty pounds!"
"It's not twenty," I scoffed, but I'd weighed myself earlier. It was closer to 30. I'd just broken 200lbs.
Coco poked my belly again. "Besides, you've been stuffing yourself like a prize pig at every opportunity. What's going on, Jamie?"
So I told her about the whole fetish for stuffing myself and how I'd been doing that for a month. She wasn't happy about this. "I think you should stop," she frowned. "A couple more pounds is one thing, but I don't want to end up with a husband who's too fat."
I had to think fast. I was really enjoying the stuffings, despite the small belly I was growing, and as my stomach grew more and more stretched I had found that I was eating more at eat sitting even when I didn't mean to stuff myself. I was losing control of my gluttony.
But how to get Coco to allow it?
"Isn't there anything you're into that you'd like?" I asked.
She only thought about it for a second before smiling devilishly. "Yeah there is!" she exclaimed. "I wanna see you get fucked in the ass by a guy." It turns out her co-worker Brent thought I was very attractive, and the idea of watching that turned her on.
At first I balked. I am completely straight, after all. But I am open minded, and I really, really wanted to keep stuffing myself...
So she set it up; Saturday would be the day of my stuffing from both ends. She told Brent to come over at 9, and at 8 she unveiled just what I would be eating before he came over. "What do you want me to stuff you with?" she'd asked earlier, and I said meatloaf.
She had made more that I had expected of her. There had to be five pounds of beef on the table, along with a couple bags of fries. I ate greedily and quickly, wanted to make sure I'd stuffed it all in before he arrive. By the time 9:12 rolled around (he was 12 minutes late) all that remained was a single bite of meat, which I forced in when I heard him at the door.
"Oh, Coco," I whispered to her. "You have stuffed me so round and fat..."
I stood and joined her at the door, then stripped for Brent. "He's so hot!" he told my wife, admireing my muscular arms, legs, and chest, ignoring my sizeable belly. "Turn around. I love his ass!" He reached out to play with it. When I got down on all fours and stuck it up in the air he licked it for a while while I rubbed my bulging gut and Coco spoon fed me ice cream.
Chapter 3
After that we fell into a pattern. Whenever Coco wanted to see me get fucked, usually every few days or so, she'd tell Brent to come over and spend an hour stuffing my before hand. At first it was only an hour, but then as time passed and my belly got larger it took her two and then three hours to finish my feeding.
Then Brent would show my and play with my butt then fuck it hard while my swollen belly shook from side to side below me, feeling fuller every time. The food was so good I didn't even really mind the anal, and Coco liked it, so things were good.
Of course, I was ballooning.
After a month, Brent noticed how big I was getting. "What are you feeding this thing?" he joked one night joining us after I'd stuffed in countless burgers. At 235lbs, my belly was definitely a big thing. After two months, though , he was less jovial and more critical. "Jesus, Jamie, you're getting fat," he told me, grabbing my ass which was at this point quite wide and round. I liked how it jiggled when he plowed it. "What's happening to you?"
Coco didn't want me to tell him about the whole fetish thing, so I shrugged. "Coco is just such a great cook!" I laughed, making her blush. "She's given me this belly."
"Just be careful," he said. "You're getting really fat."
He was right, though. I WAS getting fat. A couple weeks later I was looking at myself in the mirror after the scale had told me 285. My belly was bigger than I'd ever imagined. My arms, legs, chest, were all still muscular, though a lot bigger, too. Most of my fat had gone to my belly.
I noticed Coco staring at it too. "I hope you don't mind how big I'm getting," I told her. "This is probably fatter than you expected I'd get when you suggested the whole Brent thing."
She nodded. "Yeah, honestly I never expected you to go above 250. I don't like the weight but honestly I lve seeing you get fucked in the ass so bad I don't mind that this has been turning you into a big porker. Just don't go too much bigger, okay?"
I nodded, then fucked her in the ass.
Chapter Four
Not long after the last chapter ended came a cruise that Coco and I had been planning for some time, three months all around the various islands and archipellagos. This meant no Brent for a while, so I didn't expect to be stuffing myself for a while. He drove us to the boat as a favor so we didn't have to call a taxi or whatever.
When he picked us up three months later, though, he was shocked. I'd kind of cheated on the deal, and been stuffing myself constantly on the trip. He found us on the deck, Coco in a very small thong and me in a speedo meant for a much, MUCH fitter man. Coco had also indulged herself the trip, and he couldn't help but notice her new potbelly.
I, on the other hand, was bulging out of my speedo, which was little more than a thong at this point. I was having trouble sitting up. "Holy hell!" he exclaimed when he saw me. "What happened to you?"
Since even now I was too stuffed to do more than groan in gluttonous agony, Coco answered for me. "I'll tell you what happened to him," she answered, sounding a little annoyed, "he spent the entire cruise at one buffet or another, eating like a fat hog. He hasn't been anything less then stuffed to bursting in three months!"
I nodded weakly. Leaning back in my chair I'd gotten so big my stomach rolled out between my legs and went out beyond my knees.
"That's just too fat, man" Brent sighed, shaking his head. "You look like you're 350 pounds! I can't fuck that. I can't believe anyone could go so fat like that. I'm done with this.
Coco whispered: "And that means no more stuffing.
The next few days were terrible. After three months of constant, limitless gorging myself I now had to eat only in moderation. It was very difficult, but I understood the need for it. After all, I cared about Coco enough not to go back on our deal, and I could stand to lose a little weight. After all, by the time I'd waddled off the cruise, I was 362! (What's his name, Brent had been off by 12lb)
So I dieted back down to 350 when I had an idea that would save everything
Chapter five
Maybe I wouldn't have to stop feeding myself like a pig after all. If I could just get a replacement for Brent, I could go back to my old ways. Then I thought harder... what if I found a guy to *** me who actually wanted me bigger? Coco and I would both be happy!
Without her knowledge I posted an ad so I could screen applicants ahead of time. I explained the situation and soon I heard back from someone named Zac, the other person from the title.
we met for lunch so we could go over things, at a pizza buffet where the servers were all hot clowns. zac, it turns out, was no stranger to stuffing. in fact, he met his husband back when then two of them were in high school on the football team. His future husband had been a smaller, younger kid who had trouble bulking up, so zac had started stuffing him at first as a favor to the team and then because he realized it turned them both on.
"By the end of the season," Zac explained, "he was huge. He couldn't even fit in his uniform anymore. I even got most of the other teammates to help out, so he's gotten huge."
"How huge?" I wondered, considering what I might be in for.
Zac smiled. "By the time I graduated college, he was too fat to stand up. Since he'd got other feeders too, sometimes I feed other people as well."
"Wow! Good work! That's a little bigger than I want to get, though."
I explained my situation in more detail. He would befriend Coco at work or something, maybe he was a banker too I guess. He wouldn't tell her about our meeting or that he wanted to make me as fat as he possibly could. Finally, my gluttony could resume!
The plan worked perfectly. That Saturday at like 7:38 Coco had prepared the same fattening casserole from last time, only this time she'd doubled the recipe. "Zac is super cute," she told me as I poured the fattening meal into my greedy gut. "I can't wait to watch him fuck you."
Finally, all the dinner was in my large distended belly. I could not believe how fat and round I'd gotten on Coco's good cooking. I was naked and covered in scraps of food, grunting and panting for air when Zac finally arrived, carrying a bunch of McDonald's bags.
"I thought you might be hungry," he told me, with a knowing wink. Coco rolled her eyes, but she let me eat it all anyway before Zac fucked my fat butt all night.