Miss Patty's Boy Binge

Patty finished spreading the last dollop of icing into the cake.  She carefully, expertly smoothed it out over the cake's topmost layer.  Patty was a very pretty woman in her mid-20s, with olive skin and dark hair.  She worked from home as a blogger and she ran her own cooking website.  As one might expect, she was an excellent cook, and a great baker, as well.  She was particularly proud of this cake, something she'd been working on for a bit.

Her phone chirped.

>Hey, Patty!  Brandon is on his way!

A thrill ran up her spine.  She texted back:

>Thanks, Carol!  I can't wait to see him!

And she hurried back to the cake.  She finished smoothing out the layer of icing on top.  The cake was immaculate, pristine, a beautiful squat cylinder of clean white.  To top it off, Patty went to her refrigerator.  She retrieved a bottle of strawberry syrup, and drizzled arcs of the red goop all over the top of the cake.  She supposed this wasn't necessary.  After all, it wasn't like she was entering this cake in some kind of contest.  It was only for an audience of one.  But she did care about presentation.  And Brandon, bless his heart, deserved the best.

But the cake was done.  So, with trembling hands, Patty put the syrup back in the refrigerator, then headed through her elegant, modest house to the front door, which she opened, and stepped onto her porch.  Just in time, too, because her prey--that is, her young friend, he was just waddling down the sidewalk towards her.

"Hff, pff," huffed Brandon as he turned and began to haul himself up the walk towards her house.  "Hey, Miss Patty!"

"Hello, Brandon!" said Patty brightly.  She beamed at him.  "My my, don't you look good today."

Brandon smiled.  He was 12 years old.  He had pale skin, blond hair, and green eyes.  He was also incredibly, overwhelmingly FAT.  His round face was piggish and bloated, with heavy cheeks, hanging jowls, and a bulging second chin that drooped down over his neck.  He had heavy, flabby arms, looking like fatty hams as the upper wings of fat oozed over his elbow joints.

Brandon had colossal boy boobs, huge, fatty breasts that jiggled and rippled as he hauled himself up the steps.  And he had an immense, massive belly.  His belly was his most prominent feature, jutting out in front of him and sagging down well onto his thighs.  Patty hissed in a breath as she saw that Brandon's very big t-shirt did not entirely cover his belly today, and the bottom-most swell of his massive fat rolls was visible as it drooped down far past his crotch area.  She saw that his big fat nipples were visible through his shirt, too, eliciting a further hiss of breath.

His vast waistline was currently contained in a pair of huge red shorts, and as Brandon approached, Patty cocked her head to the side to see his huge bubble butt.  Brandon had a saggy, wide pair of buttocks, jutting out behind him, though not as much as his belly jutted out in the front.  Still, it gave him quite a shelf-ass, each cheek a considerable amount of fat and padding.  They sagged down the backs of his thighs, which were bigger around than the waists of most boys his age; his thighs touched to the knee, enhancing his waddle.  His fat calves looked like oozing hams.

"Hey, *pff* Miss Patty," he panted as he approached her.  Patty saw that he was sweating a bit, even though the walk from his house to hers was not that far.

She smiled warmly.  "How's my big boy today?"

Brandon smiled at her.  "I'm super great, Miss Patty."  He licked his lips, and patted the big swell of his gut.  "Do you have a treat for me?"

"I sure do, darling," said Patty, reaching out and tenderly patting his belly herself.  Brandon smiled at this; he enjoyed her touch.  "Come on, I've got a real surprise for you."

Brandon waddled into the house, affording Patty a great view of his vast backside, and the bulge of back fat that rested on top of his swollen ass.  They moved quickly enough to the usual spot at the dining room table, and Patty pulled back the chair.  Brandon settled down onto it, his bottom drooping off of either side of the seat.

"Wait here!" said Patty, hurrying to the kitchen.  The chair creaked and the table groaned as Brandon pulled himself closer to it.  He was so fat that his belly was starting to press against the table as he sat there, which made Patty bite her lip.  "Sooo..." she said, coming around.  "Tada!"

Brandon gasped in wonder as she set the cake down in front of him.  "A cake!" he said excitedly.

"Yep," said Patty.  "It's a recipe I've been tinkering with for a week now.  It's a strawberry cake with cream cheese icing.  I can't wait to put it on my site, but of course I need my taste tester to give it his official seal of approval."

Brandon smacked his lips.  Patty saw an oozing line of drool trickle down his fat jawline.  "H-How much do I get?"  It was a full-sized cake, and it had four layers.

Patty smiled, and tenderly rubbed his arm fat.  "I figure, you can just eat as much as you want.  If you can't finish any of it, you can just take the rest home to your parents."  She hurried back into the kitchen.  "And what goes better with cake than ice cream?" she asked, setting a big quart of vanilla ice cream down in front of Brandon.  "And some milk!"  So she hurried back into the kitchen, and reemerged with a big clear glass and also an entire gallon of whole milk.

Brandon jiggled in place as he fidgeted.  "Mmm, ohmm," he mumbled, licking his lips, already picking up the fork and knife at his place.  "You're the best, Miss Patty!"

"Oh, darling, I know that," said Patty, winking at him.  She took the cake server and slowly, carefully cut a very big piece.  She set this on a plate, and then took the ice cream scoop and scooped a big dollop of ice cream down onto the cake.  "W-Well," she said, trembling a bit, "dig in."  And she set it in front of Brandon.

Brandon did not need further prompting.  He cut a very big bite of the cake and stuffed it in his mouth.  "Ohhhmmmm," he moaned, eyes  rolling back into his head.  "Thish ish delishush!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, please," said Patty, pouring the milk into his glass.

"Sorry," he said after he swallowed.  He took another bite, and moaned again.  He took a bite of the ice cream.  He took a big gulp of the milk.

In no time, the piece of cake had vanished, along with all the ice cream on the plate.  Patty cut him another piece, a very big one, and scooped him another scoop of ice cream, and poured more milk into his glass.  She slid the plate in front of Brandon, and once again, Brandon ate.

Brandon ate.  He ate.  He ate and ate and ate and ate.  Piece after piece of cake, and scoop after scoop of ice cream, disappeared into his bottomless stomach.  It was, as mentioned, a full-sized cake, suitable to feed a family of four or five.  But Brandon ate, and he showed no signs of wanting to stop.  So Patty kept cutting him pieces.  A quarter of the cake disappeared.  Then an entire half of it was gone.  The ice cream in the carton receded in volume as Brandon gobbled it down.  The milk, too, started to vanish as Brandon drank it more and more.

"Murm," mumbled Brandon, mouth full of cake and ice cream.  White icing was smeared all over his wide mouth, and his piggy cheeks had drippings of ice cream running down to his immense second chin.  His shorts were feeling tighter and tighter around his huge waist.
 But he kept on eating.  It was so good.  He didn't want to stop.  He wanted more.  He had to have more!  So he ate, leaning forward, stuffing another bite into his mouth--

*PFFT!*

"Uhn?" mumbled Brandon as he suddenly felt a huge release of pressure in his middle.  Something rattled to the ground beneath the table.

Patty had heard it.  She smiled as she suspected what it was.  She bent down, and sure enough, there was a button on the ground.  She chuckled, thrills racing up her spine.  "How about that, big boy?"  She held the button up to Brandon as he ate.  "You busted your pants."

"Shorry," mumbled Brandon, mouth full of cake again.  He swallowed, blushing as he remembered not to talk with his mouth full.

Patty gently, soothingly patted his swollen gut.  "Oh, sweetie, I LOVE that you popped off your button.  It means you really like my cake.  It's a huge compliment!"

Brandon was blushing again.  "O-Oh," he said, fat face growing ruddy.  "Well, then, you're welcome!"

He and Patty laughed.

And Brandon continued to eat.  Now three-quarters of the cake had disappeared into his belly.  Patty bit her lip as she cut Brandon yet another piece, and watched him fork up a bite with no signs of slowing down.  She had been feeding Brandon for three years now, ever since he was nine.  Over time she had steadily increased his stomach capacity, and these days, Brandon could put away a truly immense quantity of food.  That was part of the reason she'd baked this cake in the first place.  She actually was going to put the recipe on her website, but she also wanted to test Brandon's limits.  He'd eaten more than two plates of food in one sitting before, in addition to dessert.  But an entire cake was quite a lot.  AND he was eating ice cream.

Patty bit her lip as Brandon finished the new slice, and she trembled as she cut him another one.  She didn't just want to TEST Brandon's limits.  She wanted to EXPAND them.  She'd been doing it all this time.  She pushed him further and further, stuffing him more and more, as the days and weeks and months and years had gone by, stuffing him, glutting him, feeding him to his limits just so those limits would increase.  She had fed him, fattened him, grown him from being merely chubby to being dangerously obese.  And she loved it, as much as she sometimes told herself it was wrong.

More cake gone.  More ice cream gone.  The ice cream was on its last legs, only a few dregs of it left in the carton.  Meanwhile, she estimated that there were about three pieces of cake left, given the size she'd been cutting.  She cut one of them, scraped ice cream from the bottom of the carton, and gave it to Brandon.

And Brandon ate.  Bite.  Chew.  Swallow.  He wasn't slowing down!  Patty bit her lip.  He was actually going to do it.  She cut him the second-to-last piece.  "Y-You know, Brandon," she said, setting it in front of him, "you're free to stop at any time."

"BUUURRRPPP!!" belched Brandon, flecks of icing spraying out of his mouth.  "Ohhh," he moaned, smacking his creamy lips.  "Ohh, Miss Patty, I don't wanna stop."  He licked his lips, a gleam coming into his eyes.  "I want all of it.  Please?"

"Okay, then," said Patty, sliding the piece to him.  And he ate.  He was slowing down, just a little.  But he still didn't look all that strained.  Patty dolloped the last of the ice cream onto the cake, and Brandon ate that, too.

Finally, Patty used the serving knife to splat the very last piece of cake onto the plate.  There was no ice cream left, so she just topped off his glass with milk, instead.  "Ohmmm," mumbled Brandon as he bit into cake for what felt like the thousandth time today.  But it was just as good, just as delicious, as the very first bite he had taken.  He ate.  He was feeling full, or at least fuller.  But he wasn't going to stop.  He knew Miss Patty was counting on him.  And he wanted to finish what she'd given him.

So he ate.

And ate.

And ate.

And finally, at long last, the very last bite of the very last piece of cake slid down his throat.

"Ohhhh," moaned Brandon, chubby hands resting contentedly on his immense belly.  "BUUUAAAAAARRRRRPPPPPP!!!!" he loudly belched, rattling the glassware in the dining room.

*PPRRRTTTTT*

"Sorry," Brandon said softly as he farted.

"No big deal, darling," said Patty.  She beamed down at him.  "How about that!  You finished it!  What a good boy!"  She topped off his glass with milk again.  "You'd better finish the milk, too, just to help wash all that down."

"Uuurrrrpppp," belched Brandon, lower and slower this time.  He guzzled more milk.  His free hand rested comfortably on his belly.  He smiled, mouth rimmed with icing, dribbles of ice cream on his fat face.  "I love eating," he said.

"Awww, that's sweet," said Patty.  "I'm glad you like my cooking so much."

"I love eating here, Miss Patty," said Brandon, sounding somewhat dazed.  He guzzled more milk.  "Eating is my favorite thing in the world.  I don't have as much fun doing anything as I have eating.  Especially when it's eating at your house."

Patty bit her lip.  "W-Well, big boy, it's a good thing you can come here whenever you want.  I'm always happy to cook for you!"  She dumped the last of the milk into his glass.  So, in addition to an entire cake and an entire quart of ice cream, Brandon had polished off an entire gallon of milk, as well.  He glugged it down in huge gulps, his big, buttery double chin rippling as he did.

"BOORRRPPP!!" he belched again.  "Ohhh..." he moaned.  "Miss Patty, can I go lie down?"

"Sure thing, darling," said Patty, pulling out his chair.  She marveled, not for the first time, at how heavy he was.  Brandon groggily got up from his seat and waddled into her living room.  The couch creaked heavily as Brandon kicked off his shoes and laid down on it.

"I wanna... eat forever..." mumbled Brandon as his eyes slid closed.  Soon: "Zzzz, zzzz, zzzz..."

Patty let out a shuddering breath.  She pulled out her phone and took a picture of the sleeping fat boy.  She would add it to her collection of photos, a file on her computer that had visually kept track of Brandon as he grew.  She would keep the button, as well.  She had a collection of those, too, buttons of the pants Brandon had burst out of over the years.  Maybe she was a little obsessed.  But it was no big deal, right?

*Grgl*

Her spine tingled as she heard Brandon's guts churn in his sleep.  It meant he was digesting.  She loved that sound.  It meant all her food was turning into new fat: new width for his buttocks, new inches around his waistline, new sag for his double chin.  Letting out a shuddering breath, she walked to the sofa.  Carefully, tenderly, she peeled back the big t-shirt covering his middle.  There it was, her prize: that belly.  Huge and pale, oozing and swelling, a massive ocean of creamy, succulent blubber.  Brandon had a bigger belly than some adult fat men at this point.  She hissed a breath as she pressed her hand into the giant gut.  She moaned in pleasure as her fingers sank deeply into the acres of adipose.  It was almost liquid-like, that belly fat.  She pressed a little--

*FFRRTT!*

She smiled.  A little too much pressure.  She eased up a bit, and began to knead and fondle the vast belly.

"Ohhh..." moaned Brandon in his sleep.  At first she worried he was waking up, but he just smiled and his slumber deepened.

"Aww, you like that?" whispered Patty.  She continued to knead and fondle.

"Mrmm," mumbled the sleeping Brandon, a line of drool oozing from the corner of his mouth.

But Patty knew better than to press her luck.  So she pulled his shirt back down, and went to deposit the button in her collection.

About an hour later, Brandon awoke.  He yawned, and the couch creaked as he sat up heavily.  "Miss Patty?" he called out.

"Hey, big boy," she said happily, bouncing into the room.  "I thought you might be hungry after your nap, so I got you these."  She gave him a full-sized bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Brandon's fat face jiggled as he worked his mouth.  "Yeah, I'd actually love a snack.  Thanks, Miss Patty!"  He grabbed the bag from her.  He actually rested it on his huge belly, which was so big he had to spread his legs apart to make room for it.  He basically had no lap.  Brandon greedily licked his lips as he tore the bag open, unwrapped a peanut butter cup, and popped it in his mouth.

Patty knew he'd eat the entire bag.  And he did.  She loomed over him as he crammed more and more Reeses into his mouth, the edges of his lips becoming smeared with chocolate.  One by one, bit by bit, the bag's contents vanished, leaving behind only piles of wrappers that Patty picked up and threw away.  His appetite was truly extraordinary: less than two hours after polishing off all that cake, all that ice cream, and all that milk, he could eat all these Reeses.  Patty knew her years of feeding and stuffing had resulted in this, and it made her tremble.

"BUUARRP!!" belched Brandon as the last peanut butter cup slid down his throat.  "Ahhh," he sighed contentedly.  "That hit the spot.  Thanks again, Miss Patty!"

"Don't mention it, darling," said Patty.

Brandon's hand drifted outward and downward, tracing the vast slope of his massive gut.  He got to the waistband of his shorts, and he laughed.  "Man, I can't believe I busted my button."

"Aww, why so surprised?" Patty asked.  "You've done it before."

"Yeah, but these shorts aren't super-old.  I didn't think I'd bust them for a while yet."

Patty smiled at him and squeezed his hand.  "That's what big boys do, Brandon.  You're growing.  It's good that you grow."

"I guess," he said.  He smiled up at her.  "And you like it, right, Miss Patty?  You said it was a compliment."

"I did!" said Patty, laughing to hide her trembles.  "If you're enjoying my food so much your pants start busting, that must mean I'm doing my job right.  I LOVE that you busted your button.  I always love it."

Brandon's hoggish cheeks flushed red.  "W-Well, then I'm gonna work hard and make sure that my buttons keep busting, then.  For you."

Patty drew in a hissing breath.  Fortunately, she was saved from saying something she'd regret by the chirp of her phone.  "Oh, looks like your mom wants you to come back now."

"Mom's making cookies!" said Brandon.  He licked his lips, and Patty marveled at his endless desire to eat.  "And we're gonna get pizza for dinner!"

"Maybe I should MAKE you a pizza some time," said Patty, grinning at him.

"I'd LOVE that!" said Brandon.  "Hurrppp!" he grunted heavily as he hauled himself, slowly and awkwardly, to his feet.  Patty suppressed a moan as that huge belly bulged out in front of him.  "I'm gonna have to tell my mom these shorts are busted.  She probably won't mind, though.  She'll just get me some new ones."

"Some BIGGER ones," said Patty.

"Yeah!"  Brandon patted his belly.  "Big boy!"

"MY big boy," said Patty, squeezing his shoulder.  Brandon blushed again. "Well, you'd better get going."

Brandon waddled to the door.  She threw it open, and he jiggled out onto the porch.  The steps creaked as he lowered himself down onto the walk.  "Bye, Miss Patty!" he said over his shoulder.  "Til next time!"  And he began to waddle away, huge, bloated buttocks oozing and jiggling and rippling behind him.

Patty watched him go.  A hiss of arousal escaped her lips.  "Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger..." she whispered.

END