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WARNING: Belly stuffing, male weight gain, female dominant, kink. If you don't like it you can go read something else. If you do like it, welcome and enjoy.

- Chapter 3: Saturday

Oliver put on five more pounds during the duration of the week. It didn't show very much until he'd eaten, thus, when I looked at him tied up in bed I felt like I was starting from square one. I smiled a feeder's smile; when Oly wakes up he's going to get the surprise of his life. I'm shocked he didn't wake up when I tied him up actually, such a heavy sleeper.

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Oliver found himself spread eagle on the bed with his wrist tied (mercifully with something soft) to the headboard and an elastic band tied around his slightly pudgy midsection. Oh, he thought, this is what she meant by surprise.

"Riles?" he asked looking up at her, "I'm not getting up today am I?"

"I'm not sure I'll let you up tomorrow either" she teased lifting his chin for a quick kiss.

Riley pulled out the biggest bottle of soda he'd ever seen. Oliver's eyes widened, his cheeks flushed at the thought of all that swishing soda being inside him. She put the bottle to his lip leaving him no choice but to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

Finally he chugged the last of the soda laying his head back in an attempt to get more air. The elastic band cut into the bulge of his belly. "Mmmmhhhnn… That's not so *hic* bad…" Oliver murmured, aroused by the sound of sloshing from his bloated tummy.

Riley grinned, "This is just to make room"
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I pulled out two packs of Mentos with one hand while patting his waterlogged (or rather sodalogged) gut with the other. He looked so confused I couldn't help but kiss him. I put a few in his mouth at a time and instructed him to swallow, then waited. One… Two… Three… "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhnnnnn…. Oooohhh… *hic* W-Wha..?"

I put a hand one his bloated belly, watching it grow as the soda mixed with the Mentos. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't turned on by his gurgling, sloshing belly expanding under my grip. He moaned quietly, then louder as I pushed down gently into his gut.

At that point I straddled his hips (still much too thin for my taste) and pulled out a box of doughnuts. "Alright, let's get started"

All throughout the day I had take-out delivered. We didn't even take a break until about noon. "Riles? Whas the *hiccup* elastic for?" Oliver had to peer blearily around his stomach to ask. I rubbed his belly a little more firmly eliciting a small gasp.

"It's a goal" I told him. He still looked a bit muddled but was enjoying himself too much to particularly care. He drifted off to sleep, allowing me to openly appreciate his stuffed form. The athletic fit t-shirt that had fit his with room to spare only a week ago was stretched taught over his almost pregnant looking tummy, riding up slightly and stressed at the seams. His pajama pants were long split open and his boxers looked to be headed the same way. His gut itself stuck out a good five inches from this morning. His stomach growled, making me chuckle. It never hurt to slip him some (a lot of) appetite enhancers.

When he woke again I fed him until about six o'clock when the elastic snapped like a rubber band. "Uuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnn…" he moaned with relief. His belly bulged out a full seven and a half inches. I untied his wrists; his hands went immediately to explore his bloated tummy.

I, still riding his thighs, was quick to realize just how hot it got him. So I took advantage of the opportunity (what else would you expect?).

He whimpered and gasped at first, aching belly jostled by the rocking motion. I pulled him up (no small feat I assure you. He was so stuffed he barely managed it) to me, kissing him and exploring every curve of his body. He tangled his hands in my hair "Ooooohhh… Riley…" he moaned.
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What came next I am almost entirely positive is illegal in all English and Chinese speaking countries and made him scream so loud with pleasure that (if we didn't live a mile out of town) would have been heard by everyone within a block radius.

I wrapped my arms around him and lightly kissed the top of his head, panting slightly myself, "Sleep well big guy"

Description
WARNING: Belly stuffing, male weight gain, female dominant, kink. If you don't like it you can go read something else. If you do like it, welcome and enjoy.

- Chapter 3: Saturday

Oliver put on five more pounds during the duration of the week. It didn't show very much until he'd eaten, thus, when I looked at him tied up in bed I felt like I was starting from square one. I smiled a feeder's smile; when Oly wakes up he's going to get the surprise of his life. I'm shocked he didn't wake up when I tied him up actually, such a heavy sleeper.

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Oliver found himself spread eagle on the bed with his wrist tied (mercifully with something soft) to the headboard and an elastic band tied around his slightly pudgy midsection. Oh, he thought, this is what she meant by surprise.

"Riles?" he asked looking up at her, "I'm not getting up today am I?"

"I'm not sure I'll let you up tomorrow either" she teased lifting his chin for a quick kiss.

Riley pulled out the biggest bottle of soda he'd ever seen. Oliver's eyes widened, his cheeks flushed at the thought of all that swishing soda being inside him. She put the bottle to his lip leaving him no choice but to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

Finally he chugged the last of the soda laying his head back in an attempt to get more air. The elastic band cut into the bulge of his belly. "Mmmmhhhnn… That's not so *hic* bad…" Oliver murmured, aroused by the sound of sloshing from his bloated tummy.

Riley grinned, "This is just to make room"
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I pulled out two packs of Mentos with one hand while patting his waterlogged (or rather sodalogged) gut with the other. He looked so confused I couldn't help but kiss him. I put a few in his mouth at a time and instructed him to swallow, then waited. One… Two… Three… "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhnnnnn…. Oooohhh… *hic* W-Wha..?"

I put a hand one his bloated belly, watching it grow as the soda mixed with the Mentos. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't turned on by his gurgling, sloshing belly expanding under my grip. He moaned quietly, then louder as I pushed down gently into his gut.

At that point I straddled his hips (still much too thin for my taste) and pulled out a box of doughnuts. "Alright, let's get started"

All throughout the day I had take-out delivered. We didn't even take a break until about noon. "Riles? Whas the *hiccup* elastic for?" Oliver had to peer blearily around his stomach to ask. I rubbed his belly a little more firmly eliciting a small gasp.

"It's a goal" I told him. He still looked a bit muddled but was enjoying himself too much to particularly care. He drifted off to sleep, allowing me to openly appreciate his stuffed form. The athletic fit t-shirt that had fit his with room to spare only a week ago was stretched taught over his almost pregnant looking tummy, riding up slightly and stressed at the seams. His pajama pants were long split open and his boxers looked to be headed the same way. His gut itself stuck out a good five inches from this morning. His stomach growled, making me chuckle. It never hurt to slip him some (a lot of) appetite enhancers.

When he woke again I fed him until about six o'clock when the elastic snapped like a rubber band. "Uuuuuuhhhhhhnnnnn…" he moaned with relief. His belly bulged out a full seven and a half inches. I untied his wrists; his hands went immediately to explore his bloated tummy.

I, still riding his thighs, was quick to realize just how hot it got him. So I took advantage of the opportunity (what else would you expect?).

He whimpered and gasped at first, aching belly jostled by the rocking motion. I pulled him up (no small feat I assure you. He was so stuffed he barely managed it) to me, kissing him and exploring every curve of his body. He tangled his hands in my hair "Ooooohhh… Riley…" he moaned.
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What came next I am almost entirely positive is illegal in all English and Chinese speaking countries and made him scream so loud with pleasure that (if we didn't live a mile out of town) would have been heard by everyone within a block radius.

I wrapped my arms around him and lightly kissed the top of his head, panting slightly myself, "Sleep well big guy"