Jennifer bit into the hard chocolate shell. A bland watery filling with a slight hint of salt filled her
mouth. She made a face as she popped the rest of the candy into her mouth and swallowed.
Tom laughed, "Yup, my only personal treat. I injected the bonbons with my own cum. And you said you'd never
swallow."
"Oh, Tom, I ought to -" Jennifer began to say as she stood up with her right fist raised over Tom's head. Her
cum filled bonbons fell to the floor. She felt suddenly weak. Her arm turned into a quivering whitish liquid,
and quickly her entire body became Tom's cum.
Tom's jaw dropped as his girlfriend became a pillar of cum and then came crashing down on him. His mouth
filled with gobs of the liquid. He suddenly realized that the liquid was cohesive and moving under its own
volition. It weighed down on his body forcing itself into his mouth. He was having trouble breathing. The
last words he heard before he passed out were Jennifer's saying, "So, Tom, you like cum eaters. Well, let's
see just how much cum you can eat!"
He awoke a few hours later with a loud belch. His shirt buttons had all popped except for the second one from
the top, and the top button which had been unbuttoned. He looked at his huge swollen belly. He farted and
felt slime oozing out of his ass and into his shorts. He struggled to his feet. He must weigh 100 lbs more
than before. No, a voice told him 130 lbs more. Jennifer had weighed 130, and he had consumed her. He
belched again holding his hand to his mouth, and sniffing his breath. It smelled of cum. His pants were open
at the waist and clung like paint to his swollen body. He looked at his watch. He was due at practice in 45
minutes. He couldn't go like this, could he?
His stomach rumbled and he licked his lips. He muttered 130 lbs of cum? I ate 130 lbs, and now I want more?
Yes, he did want more. Part of him understood that the only way he could get Jennifer out of him was to
consumer her weight in cum.
"Damn, how much does a load of cum weigh?" he asked. He was glad he liked to wear oversize gym clothes, and
changed into his XL sweat shirt and shorts - which now were skintight. He'd need to buy some XXXL gear if
Jennifer was going to make him eat her regularly. He headed to the Chem Lab. Then he'd go to the gym.
He first weighed a Petrie dish, and then he jacked off into it. It seemed harder to cum now that he was a
lard ass. He was angry at Jennifer, but at the same time he was excited. He couldn't explain it. He checked
the scale and rechecked his math again.
"Two point four five ounces? That's 6.53 loads per pound," he said in awe and swallowed hard. "Six point five
three loads per pound times 130 lbs - 850 loads! I gotta blow 850 guys and swallow?" he exclaimed to himself.
He was incredulous, but he knew it was true, and his stomach gurgled, and he started salivating. "Damn, you,
Jennifer, you think this funny!"
He heard Jennifer giggling in his mind, and then he heard her thinking to him, "You are what you eat, Tom
Cum!"
He shivered. He wondered if he would become a cum creature like Jennifer, he hoped not.
Tom had no choice, he knew what he had to do. He started waddling over to the gym.
Tracy saw him first - Tracy's a guy who was also headed to practice. He poked his finger into Tom's swollen
belly.
"So what happened, Jelly Belly? Too many jelly donuts? How'd ya put on so much weight, Two-ton Tommy?" Tracy
laughed.
Tom clenched his fist in anger, but his eyes were locked on the bulge in Tracy's jeans. He started
salivating...