“Go get my food. I'm starving.” From looking at him, it was difficult to believe that, but his mistress knew better than anyone how demanding Kylo's belly could be. More than a simple stomach, it was a bottomless pit of gluttony and greed, growing bigger and fatter with each mammoth meal it consumed. It spilled out in front of him like a massive pile of lard, sagging down between his tree trunk thighs to rest on the seat of his computer chair, where he spent the majority of his days. He filled the chair completely, his thick side rolls pressed tightly against the chair's arms, and with each passing day, she could hear it creak just a little louder under his ever-increasing weight. If he wasn't sat there, he was sprawled out on the couch. And if it wasn't the couch, he was sprawled out on the bed he shares with his wife. But he's been sharing it with his affair more often.

It was the same order every day: a mountain of fries smothered in grease, a triple cheeseburger the size of a small moon, and a gallon of cola so sugary it could strip paint. Kylo is generously wealthy. He's more of a sugar daddy than an affair partner, buying her whatever she wants in exchange for her stuffing him like a hog. But she had her limits. Her own figure remained slender, a stark contrast to his, and she took care to never indulge in the foods she brought him. She watched him eat in awe. In just a few minutes, the two burgers she prepared were gone, and he opted next to shovel fistfuls of sauce-covered fries into his mouth. His bites were massive, monstrous, as if he were inhaling the food rather than eating it. She could see the top of his belly swelling up bigger and bigger with every bite, every little movement causing the chair to creak and moan in pain beneath him.

Kylo paused momentarily, holding her tiny hand in his. "How are you so much better than my own wife...? She never feeds me like this." She had long ago learned that Kylo's hunger was never just for food. It was for attention, for love, for... feeding. And she knew exactly how to give it to him. He gave his belly a smack, making it ripple like the ocean of fat it was. His mistress shuddered at the sight. She's always been in awe of his girth, how big and wide and heavy he was, and watching him gorge himself. In today's society, obesity is a sign of power and wealth. Kylo let out a deep, loud belch and patted the top of his belly. “I'm starting to get full,” he said. “Rub my belly, darling, free up some room for me.” He ordered firmly.