One Big Weekend with Sean

Sean Mill's magnificent 850 pounds was finally squeezed into the “much tighter than skintight” old red jumpsuit he'd been saving - despite being a multiply-Xed 'Wide Fit', the enormous coverall was clearly now far too small, far too narrow for the man it now strained to cover. It didn't help that Sean's latest bi-weekly gain was the biggest one yet - nearly 30 pounds, almost two pounds a day, as he'd poured his heart and soul - and stomach - into achieving his 850 pound target weight. And, having achieved that target, for this special day, Sean was now going to celebrate! (A day of celebration that would undoubtedly add more than just two additional pounds to his stupendous obesity!) He thanked Briggs for his sterling efforts, then headed out.

As he slowly waddled out of his enormous dressing room, his nearly spherical 6'2" form caused the seams in the old jumpsuit to creak as he moved. He progressed slowly, leaving the dressing room though the double-width doorway, and entered the bedroom, where he could see his wife Tanya look up, then start staring lustfully at him from their super king-size, specially-reinforced bed.

Sean’s face - his padded cheeks that nearly hid his blue eyes, his huge mouth with its thick, fat, sensuous lips - rode above the ring of fat that had replaced his neck, making a smooth merge between his jaw and his shoulders. His fat face and neck were just the introduction, though, to how thoroughly - and effectively - eightteen months of marriage to Tanya had enhanced his size and broadened his physique.

Yes, just eighteen months of Tanya's ceaseless encouragement to eat, to indulge, and to gorge unrestrainedly, had transformed Sean's body from merely obese to awe-inspiring immensity. Sean no longer had defined arms and shoulders, just vast pillows of shoulder flesh that merged smoothly into his mammoth upper arms, which were each bigger around than an average man's chest - the elephantine girth of those arms strained the coverall's seams close to bursting. (Indeed, all the seams on these much-too-small coveralls were close to rupture!)

Similarly, Sean’s pecs had mushroomed from inflated slabs of flesh into huge twin glaciers of fat, magnificent man boobs that, deeply buried muscles not withstanding, surged downward, straining the fabric stretching over them with every movement. Their mammoth size required them to wrap around Sean’s sides, forcing his awesomely padded arms out from his body at a forty-five degree angle. So incredibly mammoth and heavy were his phenomenal fat-inflated pecs, in fact, that their downward surge ended only when they came to rest on the enormous shelf formed by the top of his burgeoning, bountiful belly.

And what a belly, what a mammoth, dominant midriff! Sean’s gargantuan gut had grown into an immense, gluttonous medicine ball of smoothly inflated flab which rolled forward and out beneath his chest, providing him with a great, firm shelf. Below the upper, firmer layer, though, which sheltered his esurient stomach, the lower part of Sean's belly gave itself over to flab, sagging downwards like a massive apron, making a fleshy waterfall that the stressed coveralls further strained to contain. Despite its cloth restraint, Sean's belly apron bounced gently against his enormous thighs whenever he moved. And a gut of such gluttonous girth must have love handles, though in Sean's case these extended so far round his sides so they encircled him; Sean didn't have 'love handles', but a fat-filled ‘love equator’ of epic size. The abundant breadth of his spectacular belly equator, plus the bouncing gyrations it made whenever he moved, let alone waddled, made Sean's midriff into yet another threat to the integrity of the old coveralls; Briggs and Sean together had coordinated and strained to pack his abundance of flesh into them just enough to do up the zippers, and the result was that both the seams and and the material were visibly straining and pulling to cover his widest width.

But it wasn't just Sean's spectacular spread of fat flesh that attracted Tanya; peeking out at Sean’s neck was a hint of the dark furry treasure trail that his lover adored, as it defined a centreline down Sean’s nearly spherical torso. And the absolutely awe-inspiring appetite that fed all that fat flesh was perhaps the most attractive part of Sean!

Packing his gargantuan sexy body with its outrageously fat belly into the red coveralls had taken Briggs and Sean so much struggle that he wondered if it were time for a second manservant; by the time the zippers were done, Sean had been panting from the exertion.

As he entered the bedroom, Sean moved with care; he knew that the coverall’s seams were all dangerously near bursting as they tried to contain his overwhelming massiveness. In particular, he could see the seams over his burgeoning belly were suffering more than most, their stitching straining visibly, even audibly. The torment worsened with Sean’s every movement - each movement made his vast, flabulous gut bounce and rebound within its stretching and straining fabric prison. Sean had been afraid the zippers would fail before he even got to the bedroom, which would have damaged the surprise he had prepared; she thought these red coveralls had been discarded months ago. Instead, he had instructed Briggs to keep them for a special occasion - and this was the weekend, their 18 month anniversary.

Lest all the attention fall on his gut, it's important to note that the bottom half of Sean’s massive body wasn’t any less majestic than his gut and chest, and the lower half of the coveralls was straining along with the upper half. In terms his physique, Sean had long known that his butt was immensely appealing to Tanya; Sean considered himself lucky in that regard, as his rump was the opposite of flat-butted, and always had been - even when he'd been playing football he'd had a huge ass.

Given that, it's no surprise that at his current stupendous size, Sean's butt comprises two of the heftiest, most glorious balls of fat and muscle that Tanya had ever seen. The twin moons of his ass tried hard, but were not quite as wide as the lavishly overhanging belly and love handles above; they made up for this lack by hanging as far out the back as his gut hung out in front, Tanya declared.

Sean's legs had always been big - sprinter's legs, cyclist's legs - but now they were enormous, a match for his butt: monumentally massive, tank-sized pillars of lard over mighty muscles. The fat of his oil drum-sized thighs hung over his knees, and stretched the legs of the red coveralls so the seams creaked with every trundling step Sean took. Further down, his colossal calves - whose growth had kept pace with his tremendous thighs, and were mighty enough to keep Sean's mass on the move - were featured an immense of layer of lard over mighty muscles, keeping those seams straining as well. The thick layers of flat flowed down, over his ankles, and onto his feet.

Sean came ponderously to a halt, his avoirdupois rebounding gently around him, as Tanya became transfixed by the sight of her humungous husband crammed into such a provocatively tight jumpsuit. Seams creaked audibly across the highly taxed fabric as he gently shifted his burgeoning bulk; his every breath was enough to strain the seams, making Tanya dry-mouthed. She swallowed hard and tried several times to tell Sean how utterly tempting he looked to her. But it was just no use: the sheer intensity of her lust for him had temporarily rendered her speechless, her breasts tingling with excitement.

"Shine and rise, sleepyhead," Sean said in a cheerful voice, purposely inverting the phrase in order to create a double entendre -- but pretending not to notice either his "mistake" or his wife's obvious arousal. "Naptime's over. Time to get on to other things."

Smiling mischievously at her, he used his left hand to affectionately massage one bulging lovehandle, sending ripples through the thick fat of his globular body. Each ripple made the overstressed seams creak.

"I'm happy to report that the delicious horizontal workout we had this morning hasn't lessen my extraordinary bulk - and all the delicious food you left for my meals this afternoon helped me further improve my studly physique. As a matter of fact -- or should I say fat? -- according to the scales, your obese, hungry prince's hard work at the dining table has helped him upgrade his massiveness to 857 pounds!"

Mentally calculating the difference between the figure Sean had just gleefully announced and what the scale had registered at his last 'official' weigh-in two weeks ago, Tanya felt a pleasurable erotic jolt - Sean had gained a whopping 27 pounds in just 14 days! For an instant, though, part of her brain doubted that was possible, that he might have exaggerated his new weight for her sake . . . then a second, more powerful jolt rocketing through her as she realized that, with the frequency and extent of Sean's gluttony recently, the 857-pound figure probably wasn't the least bit exaggerated!

"Does -- does that include the sausage roll too?" Tanya finally stammered out in what she'd meant to be a casual reply, sexual anticipation making her tremble slightly as she pointed her arm at his right hand.

Despite knowing that he couldn't see his hands with his prodigious pecs and colossal upper arms blocking his view, force of habit made Sean look down to his right. "Why, no," he said, both his surprised tone and facial expression suggesting that he'd somehow forgotten all about the sausage roll Briggs had given him to hold as he exited the dressing room, the last remnant of a trayful he had consumed while dressing, "It doesn't."

Well aware of how turned-on she got watching him eat, Sean raised the sausage roll to his lips and slowly consumed the fat pastry. "Make that eight hundred fifty-four and a half."

Acting as if he hadn't heard her involuntary moan of agonized ecstasy, Sean unleashed his most effective turn-on: slowly and sensuously licking the residual greasiness off his pudgy fingers one by one in a manner which left no doubt whatsoever as to his arousal.

"Every little bit helps," Sean noted happily, once the last trace of the sausage’s grease was gone. "Waste not, gut out."

Feeling herself going pleasantly crazy with desire, Tanya strove for self-control. "Speaking of guts," she said, straining to repress a quaver in her voice, "aren't you uncomfortable in that tight thing?"

"Now that you mention it, it is a bit snug," Sean admitted coyly. Instead of inviting her to help him out of the coveralls the way Tanya had hoped he would, however, he majestically wheeled his immense poundage halfway around. After the barest pause, his gut and lovehandles followed, bringing his stupendous backside into her sight, and he added, "Especially across the rear." Tanya drank in the sight of Sean’s awesome racks of back fat, especially his gigantic bubble butt; she could see what Sean could hoped was true but couldn't verify, that the seams across his butt were even more strained than those across his belly and shoulders!

Then, not without some difficulty owing to his burgeoning belly, Sean spread his titanic legs and gradually bent over, making his already prodigious ass and love handles seem to grow larger and rounder by the second before her widening eyes. Larger and larger until -- with a noisy ripping sound -- the coveralls' overburdened butt seams yielded to the terrific pressure being put upon them and Sean's enormous butt cheeks and love handles exploded through the failed fabric.

"Oh, dear," he said in an innocent little boy voice, slowly straightening up with equal effort, "it seems I've gone and bust the seams."

And in the brief instant before the delectable contrast between his innocent tone and lascivious actions triggered her to thundering orgasm, blotting out all coherent thought for a time, Tanya knew with a thrill of joy that a very long - and very, very filling - weekend lay ahead of her.

***

For this was only Friday late afternoon - and Tanya had “laid in” plenty of supplies for the weekend. She had noticed - indeed, had blatantly encouraged - the recent increase in the depth and tempo of Sean's incessant gorging that had led, in just a fortnight, to his latest 26 pound gain.

It seems that Tanya had always had a thing for fat guys - it was why she and Sean met in the first place. She LOVED watching men eat, and in particular, watching her man eat. She was equally invested in the natural result of his eating, of all his gorging - Sean’s gigantic, expanding, astoundingly fat body. Sean's fervor for food, his gusto for gorging, which had been part of his attraction when they met, had been boosted and reinforced by her encouragement, until now his daily intake had mushroomed to the truly heroic level of more than 45,000 calories per day - and this weekend promised to shove even that exorbitant consumption higher. The refrigerators and freezers in their kitchen bulged with hundreds of pounds of luscious comestibles intended solely for Sean's consumption over the next two days - and, in addition, there was a catering company coming with a complete banquet for 20 Saturday evening!

Tanya had fallen for Sean not because of his sweet smile, or his warm, accepting personality - though she wouldn’t have married a man without them - but primarily for his awesome appetite. There had been little sign of his incipient rotundity when they first met - though Sean weighed 260 pounds, most of it was 'football muscle', with just a little bit of belly to suggest his real weakness - food. The first date was at Sean's request - he found Tanya very attractive, and the way she kept sneaking peeks at him when she thought he wasn't looking was a real turn-on. As a football star, Sean had always attracted female interest, but his substantial size was a turn-off for many ladies - though it was a come-on for Tanya, Sean was sure. And that first date confirmed it for him.

For Tanya, she knew she had found the right man, after the second date. The first - dinner and a movie - was conventional, though Sean ate well, which Tanya liked, and then downed a lot of popcorn during the show. Tanya, still testing out the relationship, suggested a buffet for dinner for the second date.... and during that second date, a little inebriated after drinking most of the two litres of wine that Tanya had ordered, Sean told her the story of how he'd had to lose a lot weight to stay on the college football team. She encouraged him to eat more - which was easy, as Sean was inebriated - and when she finally rolled him home, the 'hint' of belly was a hard bulge.

After that, the dates followed thick and fast. His 'secret' out, and with the encouragement of a woman he was rapidly falling for, Sean simply gave up on the strict leash he'd kept on his appetite since his freshman football camp. Tanya, for her part, loved the effect this release was having on Sean's physique - after just three months of dating, mostly dining, buffets, and meals at her place, Sean topped the 300 pound mark. At that point, he couldn't imagine a future without Tanya - and told her so, and then proposed to her.

Over the following three months leading up to their wedding he packed on another 60 pounds, making him a very fat yet quite mobile 360 pounder by the time they married. At the wedding, though, with some of Sean's old football buddies in attendance, one last detail of his past came out - one of his old buddies stood up to toast him, and noted that he was clearly on his way back to where he'd been when he was an 18 year old, raw frosh, new to the college football scene, and the heaviest guy at August football camp, packing a weight none of the other players had ever seen before - 404 pounds!

Tanya, on hearing this, just stared at him. "And you never told me," she remarked. "So you have room to grow yet."

"I told myself I'd never be that size again," Sean replied, then smiled. "But now I've met you, and all bets are off!"

"How big are you today?"

"362 pounds this morning," Sean replied happily, "and before you can say it, I know I'll be heavier by tomorrow!"

"You betcha!" replied Tanya. "Now eat!"

The feast accompanying their wedding had been only the kick-off to Sean's appetite going from incredible to bottomless, and Sean's weight going from substantial to astounding! His 6'2" frame easily accommodated his return to his old 404 pound freshman size - but that was just the beginning of Sean's marital expansion. Tanya made sure food was always available for her gluttonous hubby. She's spent their 16 months (so far) of marital bliss encouraging Sean’s voracity - and loving Sean's burgeoning girth. Her encouragement and praise, plus Sean's initial willingness, and his incredible, bottomless appetite - had ensured that his husky ex-football player's frame had just kept mushrooming, his weight accumulating and his size escalating to, and then beyond, Tanya's wildest dreams.

Many new brides watch their new husbands put on 15 or 25 pounds. Not many get to help their spouses inflate, adding 150, then 250, then 500 pounds to their weight!

***

As Tanya lay on the bed in a warm afterglow, Sean moved slowly towards her, his massive avoirdupois gently swaying and bouncing as he swung each awesome leg forward in turn. As he moved, the torn back, waist and butt seams of the red coveralls let go further, and the tortured line of stitching that contained his mighty oil-barrel-sized thighs let go as well. Sean grinned at Tanya as she started at each ripping sound, and then watched him, entranced by this new evidence of his fantastic size. She observed him pause at the foot of the bed and press the remote control that would lower the mattress so he could easily fall onto it - Sean having grown to a size where even climbing into a bed was getting difficult. Her arousal was sustained by the delicious thought that she would soon be on top of Sean - a Sean now grown so immensely fat from her cooking that he had to sleep on this special, motorized bed in order to have sex, or even just to get up in the morning.

As he stood, remote control in hand, Sean deliberately and provocatively raised raised both his ample arms, breathing in as he did to swell his colossal chest even further. The back seam that had so dramatically given out when he bent over now proceeded to rip all the way up to his tremendous shoulders, to Tanya's delight. As she watched avidly, Sean swung both raised arms back, and leaned back to stick out his belly further. The threads of the main seam down the front of the coveralls strained, the threads around the zippers gapping most impressively, and then the seams let go with a massive tearing that started at the mid-point of Sean’s chest and raced down across his sagging belly, which exploded out the front of the coveralls just as the butt had exploded from the backside earlier.

Sean stood there, enjoying Tanya’s enraptured gaze. Then, the bed having lowered sufficiently, Sean waddled forward and simply fell onto the heavy mattress, which compressed deeply under him and then slowly bounced back. Diane rode the wave of Sean's arrival, then moved in to begin removing the remains of his exploded jumpsuit. Her hands, between darting over his body undoing zippers and snaps, deliberately kneaded his fat, continuing the process of arousal that had begun for Sean when he squeezed into the much too-tight red coveralls. As Sean had grown, his increasing acreage of skin had become more and more sensitive, as if all of his newly added fat were an erogenous zone; the rubbing feeling of the much too tight coveralls on Sean’s skin had began his arousal, and Tanya's darting hands rapidly increased it.

Tanya pushed the buttons that would raise the middle of the bed, tilting Sean's gorgeous belly back towards his chest and giving her access to the family jewels below. As she moved in on top of him, she could feel him coming below her....

When Sean finally reached orgasm, it created thundering waves that rebounded through his ocean of fat. Tanya held on to the flab of his love handles, riding out the climaxing waves of abundant flesh as he strove to pump deep within her....

When finally his luxuriant flesh came to rest, Tanya lay quietly on Sean. She knew what would come next - a deep rumbling sound in Sean's prodigious, insatiable gut, signalling that while the sex might be over, Sean's hunger was unceasing, and the feeding of her mammoth, hefty handsome husband should resume - but she enjoyed these post-coital moments for their peace, and the feel of Sean's corpulent abundance below her.

***

Tanya had nearly drifted off when the deep gurgling rumble began. Sean's glorious stomach was signalling its esurient state quite avidly - it had been nearly two hours since the last time Sean ate! As she got up, Sean rolled massively over on his side, putting his hand within range of the pile of salmon croquettes Tanya had stashed on the bedside table before he came in. Sean lifted the first two to his lips as Tanya stood beside the bed and stretched.

“You just start on those, hon, and I’’ll be right back.”

By the time she had returned from the kitchen with the jug of chocolate milkshake, "enriched" with weight gain powder, that was Sean's current favourite post-sex drink, Sean had already demolished the 30 salmon croquettes and was pressing the buttons that would raise the bed sufficiently so he could easily get to his feet. Was it just her imagination, or was the bed straining a little harder than before to elevate Sean's mushrooming mass?

Sean turned his head and shoulders towards the side of the bed, his massive fat pecs following the movement and stretching as Sean's stomach stayed put. He then swung one foot over the side of the bed, and as Tanya watched, his great gut slumped forward. Grunting, Sean pulled with one formidable leg against the side of the bed as he rolled his vast bottom up and down, causing his fat belly to rise and shift, letting he move his other leg moved closer to the side of the bed. As he sat up again, his huge pecs quaking with his effort, his big belly coming to rest, he strained again and swung the other leg over the side of the bed. As the second titanic column of leg fat hit the floor, his belly finally shifted as well, pulling his whole body around to face Tanya. She grinned as he took the gallon jug and chugged the contents.

"Thanks," he said, and prepared for the next movement that would get his monumental body mobile and on its feet. He leaned forward, getting the massive weight of his pillowy pecs above and in front of his knees, then bounced his butt on the bed, shifting his belly forward. As his belly moved forward above his knees he straightened his massive thighs, and with a deep grunt and a monumental flourish, Sean rose to his feet, the flexing of his powerful thigh muscles noticeable even through the thick flab covering them. His massive gut bounced, then slowly came to rest, rebounding gently against his thighs. His pecs swayed to and fro and settled down on his stomach shelf. His tummy chose that moment to gurgle again, loudly.

"I think 'Charlie' down there is getting empty again," he remarked with a grin. "Well, I burst the red coveralls - what else do I have in my wardrobe to cover a growing boy?"

Tanya, standing by the closet, was looking at the remains of the burst red coveralls.

“Sean, however did you get into these? They’re even smaller than I thought - they’re only size 100.”

“Well, it took a lot of work, but, you know, flab flows,” said Sean, waddling slowly over towards Tanya. “It was worth it, to see the look on your face when I came in.”

"I'd like to measure your gut and see how big it is now, since you've reached a new landmark in our relationship with your latest gain," said Tanya, pulling her 150" tape out of the dresser.

“What landmark is that?”

“Well, when we got married you were 362. Now that you’re 857, that means you’ve put on 495 pounds since our wedding. That's nearly a quarter ton, all for me!”

"Sure, it’s been all for you - I wouldn’t have done this just for me, I was content back at 300 pounds! But if you want to measure my ‘equator’, go ahead. But don't take too long - you don't want to keep 'Charlie' waiting too long for sustenance. You heard him gurgling." Another rumble from his mighty gut reinforced Sean’s words.

Tanya stretched the tape over Sean's lovehandles, trying to follow the circumference of his ‘sagging equator’ of a waistline accurately. "122 inches!" she announced triumphantly. "You're 10 feet around at last!"

"Great," replied Sean, "only another two feet to go!"

"Two feet?"

"Sure, then I'll be twice as big around as I am tall. That's my next goal," said Sean.

"Your next goal? I thought your next goal was to reach 900 lbs."

"Oh yeah," said Jack, "that's my short term goal. Twelve feet around is my medium term goal."

"And your long term goal?"

"To keep you happy, my sweet, anyway that I can."

"Well, waddle on over here on and put on these new orange shortie overalls," replied Tanya. "I see they're sized for a 130" gut - but I'm sure you'll have them filled magnificently by tonight."

“Oh wow,” said Sean, “I’ve gone up another clothing size! Hoo-wee! I was thinking that the last pair was getting snug around the gut.”

***

Tanya held the orange and blue-trimmed overalls up to so Sean could slide his arms into them, then helped him do up all the other zippers. As Sean had grown past 600 pounds, he found getting dressed in conventional clothes more and more difficult, so he and Tanya had compromised on him wearing jumpsuits: coveralls and overalls, both made with extra zippers on the legs so that he could step right into them. They also had additional zippers on the torso and arms, to aid in putting them on and taking them off, whether Sean was standing up or lying down. At 857 pounds, Sean could still dress himself, thanks to cleverly placed zippers on all his clothes, though it had been a hard-fought battle with the more-than-skintight (nearly two feet too small!) red coveralls he had burst out of earlier in the evening. Getting dressed went much faster, though, if Tanya assisted, and Sean was feeling the call of his gluttonous belly.

With Sean dressed, Tanya produced a one pound bar of chocolate from the cupboard beside the wardrobe.

"You're going to need some extra energy for the ‘long trek’ to the dining room," she cooed, as she handed the bar to Sean. "See you there," she added, as she stepped out the door ahead of him.

Sean munched down nearly half the rich milk chocolate, then launched himself into motion on the "long trek" - all 40 feet of it - to the dining room. Big belly rebounding gently against titanic thighs with every step, he swung each padded foot forward perhaps eight inches, then swung its mate, meanwhile pumping his magnificent arms gently back and forth to keep his balance.

At the bedroom doorway, he stopped to finish off the chocolate bar, and then to admire his immense form in the full-width mirror next to the door. "It's not the meals that make me so fat," he joked to himself, "it's the snacks."

Setting off down the hallway, avoirdupois bouncing and swaying across his magnificent fat body, he saw Tanya pause in the dining room to watch his approach. Now that Sean had become so fat that his gut bounced off thighs, Tanya really enjoyed just watching him walk and move about. For his part, after some initial feelings of embarrassment, he had come to appreciate her worship of his majestic fat form. Sean slowed his waddling pace slightly, threw back his shoulders a little further, and increased the rolling strut in his waddle, for Tanya’s enjoyment.

"Two years ago, I was still running down football fields," he mused as the waddling gyrations of his gut increased, "now the only things I run down are buffets."

His slow waddle brought him into the dining room, where, as usual on a Friday night, a gallon tankard of Guinness and a huge pan of lasagna awaited him. He ambled over to the heavy chair, and dropped massively onto it, hearing it creak and groan as it took up his amazing weight. He had broken the two previous dining room chairs Tanya had bought for him, but they both thought that this one - with its massive timber seat and steel frame - might just survive his crushing tonnage for a while yet.

Tanya, who knew Sean's "meat and potatoes" tastes in food well, watched as he dug into the lasagna. While she had married him for his appetite, his ability to "put it away" had grown even faster than his expanding waistline over the last two years, and she marveled at his seemingly limitless capacity to eat. How much could any one man eat? Where would his growth stop?

There had to be upper limits, she thought - not that Sean showed signs of having any. The banquet she had ordered for tomorrow night was for 20 people, but watching Sean finish off the eight pound lasagna and dig hungrily into the five pounds of sliced pot roast and ten pounds of O'Brien potatoes, she began to wonder if that would be big enough. Maybe she should call the caterers and make it a banquet for 30? Sean certainly seemed to have the appetite of 30 men tonight!

Sean paused, after finishing the cheese and cauliflower casserole (three big heads of cauliflower, seven pounds in total), to shift his gut a bit for more comfort. As he paused between courses in the mammoth supper spread, he reflected that there were probably whole villages in Africa that didn't eat as much - or as well - as he did.

"But then, I'm as big as a whole village," he thought, glancing down at his forefront expanding before him, nestled into the special cut-out in the dining table. "Some of us are just born to eat."

Sean speared a thick slice of ham from the platter Tanya had just put at his left hand. Looking up as he bit down through the slice, he saw Tanya pause at the other side of the table, avidly watching him. He chewed slowly and deliberately, teasing her with his lips and mouth as he finished off the slice and took another. His stomach gurgled gently, and he hoisted the jug of orange weight-gain shake and chugged back a couple of quarts. He then glanced Tanya’s way again - she was watching so avidly, she seemed frozen on the spot - and he drew his right hand provocatively across the upper curve of his belly, as he speared another slice of ham with his left. When their eyes met, he winked.

"Wow," thought Tanya, "you can practically see all that food heading right for his gut and turning into fat.” As she often found herself doing when Sean was in his groove, eating, she appreciated the magnificent globe that was Sean's belly. “I'm glad he suggested that cut-out in the table for his gut, so he can still reach things on each side," she thought to herself.

She came out of her reverie, and noting that only two more slices of the six pound ham remained, she hurried into the kitchen for the platter of fried chicken and glazed carrots that was Sean’s next course.

Fried chicken was one of Sean’s favourite foods - greasy, rich, and good. After his parent's divorce, fried chicken had vanished from the menu, as it had been his father's favourite - so his mother had banned it. On the rare occasions when Sean got to see his dad, there had been fried chicken - so eating it now was a pleasure, both an act of defiance against his mother and a fond memory of his dad.

“Here's to you, dad,” Sean thought, as his strong white teeth sank into a richly greasy breast. He noticed that most of the ten pounds on the platter were boneless breasts and thighs - Tanya was cooking more of those, instead of the more common legs, as they were faster and less messy for Sean to eat. “And anything that helps me eat more makes Tanya happy,” he thought. The glazed half carrots were in the same league - a couple of quick bites each, and he was meeting his daily need for veggies. That the rich butter and sugar glaze made a normally low-calorie side dish into something that really stuck to his ribs - and every other part of his body - was all part of Tanya’s ongoing efforts to make Sean ever more magnificent.

Sean licked the sweetness of the last of the five pounds of glazed carrots off his fingers, then put his hands under either side of his great gut and lifted it slightly, while simultaneously shifting his mighty thighs. A distinct gurgle was heard, and Sean’s expanding gut settled into a new position, curving out more strongly against the now gently straining orange coveralls, and touching the cut-out in the table more evenly. Sean reached out and picked up the beer tankard - re-filled by Tanya with another gallon of Guinness - and steadily drank it down.

“Guinness is good for you,” he remarked generally as he set down the tankard, and then belched gently.

Sean then looked up at Tanya. “It’s time for dessert,” he declared, gently bouncing a blubbery fist off the top of his increasingly swollen gut. “There’s lots of room left in here. As the clubbers say, it’s time to ‘large it up’. What sweets have you got for me, darling?” he said to Tanya, who had re-appeared in the doorway with a platter of desserts.

Tanya enjoyed this part of supper with Sean most of all. She had just watched him put away a mountain of food - this evening, fifty-one pounds, as much as he’d ever eaten for main course before - and now there he was, the glint of hunger still in his eyes, and his sweet tooth about to be unleashed. And his sweet tooth was formidable - he ate his main courses, and liked them, but Tanya knew that her ravenous man really lived for sweet, rich desserts. How much would he put away tonight?

***

“Cheesecakes last no time at all in Sean’s presence,” thought Tanya, as she cut a fourth one into eighths for easy consumption. She put it on the table near Sean’s left hand, just as he picked up the last piece of a mincemeat pie with his right.

“Thanks, honey,” Sean said through a mouthful of pastry crumbs. “This mincemeat is fabulous - you mustn’t save it only for Christmas.” Opening his mouth wide, he put in the point of the pie slice, and in three quick bites dispatched the last piece of his sixth pie of the evening.

Sean had already surpassed all of Tanya’s expectations in the dessert department this evening, and was only beginning to slow down.

“So,” Tanya asked casually as Jack picked up the first slice of cheesecake number four and popped into his mouth, “how many more cheesecakes do you figure you’re good for tonight?”

“Why, are you running out?” asked Sean, around a mouthful. He was beginning to wonder at his own capacity tonight. While his belly was starting to feel rather full, his hunger seemed unabated.

“Well,” replied Tanya, “there are only another six in the refrigerator, so I just thought I’d check.” In truth Sean had already eaten into Saturday’s cheesecakes, and those six had been intended to last until Sunday. Tanya had expected the first four pies and the chocolate cake to vanish, along with two, maybe three cheesecakes, and a pile of chocolate chip cookies, but Sean’s gut was now stuffed with six pies, a second cake, and a gallon of ice cream, along with the three cheesecakes - and he was now well into his fourth, all on top of the lasagna, ham, and other earlier main courses.

“Tanya, I’’m still hungry,” said Sean. “I’’m starting to feel full, too, but I’m still hungry. Something tells me that this weekend is going to be one big, big blowout, that I may never repeat again - so I’m going to make it a good one.”

“What do you mean, that you may never repeat again?” asked Tanya. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Tanya, but I’’m getting these feelings in my bones that soon my incredible gain is going to slow down and stop. I think I’ll end up somewhere in the 900s,” he added, patting his food-swollen gut with one fattened hand. “But for now,” Sean continued, forestalling any potential protest by Tanya, “I have more feasting to do.”

He popped another slice from cheesecake number four in his mouth. “You may want to get out the next one of these,” Sean added around the mouthful. “And didn’t I smell chocolate chip cookies baking earlier? If this is to be my final big blow-out, then I want to see how close to 900 pounds I can get this weekend...”

***

Sean lay back in the chair and surveyed his obscenely charged gut, crammed with food from hours of gorging. He looked up from his contemplation to see Tanya’s lustful eyes upon him. It had been a long time since his gut had felt quite so stuffed - but then, he had never eaten so much before in one sitting before. Tanya noted with pride that Sean’s teeming, colossal gut was straining the 130" waistline of the new coveralls. She wondered, again, about the idea that one of her FFA sisters had passed on to her, of sewing spandex panels into the side seams to accommodate this sort of ‘instant’ growth. On one hand, the spandex would expand as Sean’s gut expanded, whenever he ate, reducing the uncomfortable pressure Sean sometimes complained about when he gorged. On the other hand, it wouldn’t produce that delightful “strained seams” look that Tanya loved to see on Sean when he had stuffed himself - unless, of course, he started out in a jumpsuit that was already too small.... How much did spandex stretch, and did its seams show strain?

“Sugargrapes, just how much have I eaten?” Sean asked Tanya.

“Well,” she replied., “ I make it 87 pounds of food! Here’s what you put back:

8 lb tray of lasagna
5 lbs of sliced pot roast
10 lbs of oven-browned potatoes
7 lbs of cheese and cauliflower casserole
6 lb ham
10 lbs of fried chicken
5 lbs of glazed carrots
4 cheesecakes - 6 lbs
6 pies - 12 lbs
a gallon of ice cream - 12 lbs
2 chocolate cakes - 3 lbs
and at least three pounds of chocolate chip cookies

I’’m not quite sure how many chocolate chip cookies you wolfed down. And of course, that doesn’t include the two gallons of Guinness, or the two gallons of weight-gain shake, to drink. Or the 30 salmon croquettes you tossed back before you came to dinner.”

“Or the one pound chocolate bar?” said Sean.

“Or the one pound chocolate bar,” said Tanya.

“I’’m just wondering if I’m still hungry.”

“Still hungry? That would be wonderful - but also truly amazing.”

“Actually, I think it’s thirsty I am. Time for more Guinness.”

“A third gallon, Sean? I’’ll have to draw it.”
“OK. But give me some more of shake in the meantime. Chocolate, if you’ve got it ready.”

“Your special shake is always ready,” said Tanya, hurrying to the refrigerator to refill the jug of weight-gain shake. “A third gallon of Guinness,” she thought to herself, “he’s never wanted three gallons at one sitting before. Cool!”

After downing his Guinness, Sean sat quietly digesting for a few minutes, while Tanya massaged his mighty gut. Then, his tummy gurgled gently, and he said in his bedroom voice to Tanya, “I think I’ll head back to bed for a bit - and I want you to join me. But bring something to eat - by the time I get there, I’ll be hungry again.”

“Sure, lover,” cooed Tanya, feeling aroused at the idea of feeding and bedding Sean in his current glutted state. She watched as he struggled to get to his feet - with all the food currently digesting in his phenomenal gut, he was probably around 900 pounds right now... an erotic thought!