“I should have trained dogs,” Fanny thought with a huge smile on her face.
She watched Jesse eating the portions she had set aside for him, for his “Fanny Training,” and couldn’t believe how quickly and enthusiastically he ate. He clinked the side of the empty milkshake glass, signaling to his aunt that he wanted another Tabasco sauce milkshake. It was all he practically drank nowadays and the searing farts that escaped his backside were showing the aftermath for this change in diet.
PPPHHHRRRAAAPPPTTT!
Fanny said nothing, and gladly waded through her nephew’s gas to grab the glass and went to make him another one. She poured the ingredients into the blender, making sure to add her secret ingredient, a powdered pill to stimulate a person’s appetite, and then decided to add the powder of four more for good measure. She blended the hell out of that milkshake so as to make sure the pills were properly homogenized with the rest of the milkshake and merrily brought it back to Jesse, who was finishing up another of his farts.
FFFRRRTTTHHHPPTTT!
“Thanks,” Jesse told her as he grabbed the shake and drained half of it. Fanny bent down and kissed him on the cheek before going back to watching him. He was definitely filling out, she had fitted him with a B-cup bra just this morning, and he was forced more and more often to wear her old clothes. Thank God she was a pack rat and had all her clothes from when she was a teenager. And a sexy dress never goes out of style. Nor her old hoodies and leggings from before she had gained her confidence.
“Oh man, I think I’m full,” Jesse groaned as he rubbed his distended his belly with one hand and shook his empty glass with the other.
“I’ll get you another,” Fanny kissed him on the cheek again and went to make her “Special” blend of fart inducing milkshake.
She hand just started blending the milkshake when Jesse scared her, “Hey Fanny?”
PPPHHHRRAAPPTT!
“Oh my God!”
“Ha! I scared the farts out of you!” Jesse laughed. Fanny’s eyes narrowed as his laughter reminded her of his laughter when he was dressed as her and mocking her.
“It’s not nice to scare a lady!”
“You’re no lady,” Jesse teased.
“Well you got me there,” Fanny laughed as she farted again.
TTHHHRRPPPTTT!
”Now what did you need Jesse?” she asked as he gave him his milkshake.
Jesse took a huge gulp and smacked his lips in approval. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out to that new buffet and see if the two of us could make them regret that “All you can eat!” slogan of theirs!”
“Really?” Fanny asked a little perplexed. “I had the feeling you weren’t enjoying becoming more like me like you said you were.”
“I’m not gonna lie; I wasn’t. At first. Now eating all the time, farting all the time isn’t exactly the worst way to spend a day. I’ve even been wearing the girdle for longer than you told me to just so I can help train my body on where to store the fat a little more.” Well this was a surprise for Fanny. “And your old clothes are really, really comfortable. I wish I had been wearing leggings all my life!” Fanny’s mouth dropped a little. “So what do you say?”
“Yeah, Yeah, we’ll go,” Fanny said a little too quietly.
Jesse fist pumped, “Awesome! I’m gonna go see what stretchy clothes you have so I can really grow into them! Hey you don’t have a wig I can borrow do you?”
“Yeah, in my closet. Help yourself,” Fanny told her nephew who waddled out of the room to get ready for his feast. “Well this is a turn of events,” Fanny harrumphed. If he’s enjoying this can I really say I’m punishing him? I’ve got to think about this.”
FFFFAAARRRRTTTTTT!
“After this buffet!”
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