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Old 09-29-2012, 11:51 AM   #1
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~BBW, ~Feeding, ~SWG, ~Sex
--I'M BACK--!

I've take a break from Natasha and her friends aboard the Cruiseliner due to an iceberg of writer's block...for now.

I've retooling the ending for that story, so stay tuned.

THIS STORY: comes from deviantart.com, from my profile brosnan007, should anyone want to read it there in it's original 4-Part form. This short story involves weight gain of a young couple for the very first time, enjoy!



--ACT ONE--


I had been working at the Fast Food restaurant for about a year now. Going about my business, kicking ass and delivering great service.

I mean, how hard is it to prepare a burger, dress it and send it up “hot, fresh and right to order”.

And then I met Jennifer.

She was the new girl. She was pretty, but not in the over-the-top sort of way. Those are usually the counter girls. You know, the “face” of the business.

Jennifer had shoulder length dark hair, pale skin, was 5’2’’ and I could only guess weighed 110 and was going to be *sigh* another counter girl. All the guys wanted to work counter. Not because it got out of the grease-filled back area of the grills, but to chat it up with the ladies. But that rarely happened.

I remember that Jennifer and I had exchanged pleasantries during that first day and worked the remaining overlap of my shift, while her new training shift was about to begin.

She said, “Hi, I’m Jen. I like your socks.”

My socks, it turned out were a brown and black one I wore that day as I hurriedly dressed to get to work for my shift. Inwardly mortified, I said with as much coolness as possible, “This is how the cool kids do it around here.” And I winked.

Why the fuck did I wink!

But she laughed and that was it. I clocked out and didn’t see her again for a month.

By that time, I had been working there to get “in” with the managers, and casually asked one evening if she still worked there.

“Actually, she’s in tonight. Close shift.”

“Ah, cool. No reason, just checking. Thought she’d quit, you know the turnover here.”

We laughed, but I was relieved. She was a pretty girl. Plus, it made sense.
Both of us being high-school aged in our final years, everyone’s class schedules were different. That, and we went to different schools.

I was killing in in the back kitchens, firing up orders with time to spare when I heard a voice come from the opposite side of the counter. It was her.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” I said, glancing up.

She came around the corner and smiled at me and then looked down.

“Brown and black.” She said, motioning to her feet to reveal her socks.

“Niiiice,” said drawing out the word and giving a slight bob if the head. But that wasn’t all I noticed. She was a bit chubbier…

From then on, we became work friends then MSN buddies, and eventually we began hanging out in similar circles. Well, as much as you can, being from different schools anyway.

We casually managed to request similar hours for our shifts over the next few months so we could hang out during work and partly after work before her mom picked her up. Often, my shift would end after hers, but she would wait for me and sit in the lobby.

We would sit and talk about sports, pop culture and the like. She would always get the same two things: a large fry with mayonnaise for dipping and a cheeseburger with extra pickles, no onions. For a high school kid, you’d burn through your paycheck pretty quick, but I suppose that’s why employees loved the discount so much. I didn’t know because I never at the food. Water only.

Yep, I was one of those. Afraid to gain weight. Brainwashed by society.

So one particular evening, she was sitting in her usual booth, in her street clothes with the tray in front of her, slowly dipping each golden fry into the whitish cream and bringing it up to her mouth.

I came over and sat across from her, my usual spot. With my water.

“Hey, come sit next to me, I’ve got something to show you.”

I got up slowly, but my brain was spinning. A thousand questions began streaming through my head, each becoming more outrageous and fanciful.

RELAX. She just wants to show you something, I told myself.

So I got up and sat beside her and once seated, a lovely scented fragrance wafted my way and it could only be coming from her.

“What’s up?” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

She leant forward to get her book bag from under the table. Being the male I was, I noticed the ample cleavage. Wow. C’s? D’s? How can you tell?

Not letting her catch my gaze, I coughed as she leant back and brought out a dvd of Terminator 2, extended edition.

Knowing our mutual kinship for the Ahhnuld and many of his films, we agreed that up until that point, he was “Da Man.”

“Oh, fuck. When did that come out?!” I exclaimed, snatching it out of her hands and looking at the special features, etc.

“Two days ago. I got it last night though. Haven’t seen it yet.”

“Wow. Cool. Way cool,” I said, still staring at the cover. Those sunglasses, covering one red terminator eye.

But I sensed something and looked up at her.

She had turned sideways in the booth, one leg resting on the hard plastic, her other hand on the table grabbing for another fry.

I looked at her chest, but then quickly up to her face. Damn hormones!

“Yeah?” I said.

She unconsciously or perhaps consciously pulled her top up a little higher to cover the twins (fuck!) while she spoke, “Well, I don’t have anyone to watch it with. Did you want to hang out at my house tomorrow night? 9ish?”

DING DING DING!

“Uh. I think that’ll be okay. I’ve got to check with home first, but I think I’m free.” (Of course I was free, damn it, or I would make it so.)

“Cool.” She said, the smile there again on her face.

I could feel my face color slightly and she must have noticed, but was kind enough not to say anything. She turned back to her fries and burger while we talked about things at school, movies and the music we both hated.

Every now and then, I took in her profile further. Being in street clothes, everyone looked normal, while I was still in my work uniform. Even though she wore a jacket, I could see the top she was wearing was a bit tight across her middle and that her face looked a bit softer. Well, at least in side profile. She was still ever so pretty. I could feel my thoughts begin to turn towards other things…

We were about to bash the local radio station for playing too much crap, when a horn from outside interrupted us.

“Hey, gotta go. Message me tonight, or whatever.”

I got out of the booth and she skidded out after me. I offer a hand to help her up and she took it, and gave it a little squeeze. I looked into her face and she smiled again. Then leaned forward and pecked me on the cheek.

My face went brick red but she was already gone in a swish of black hair.

“Wow.” I said to myself trying to will away my erection.




--ACT TWO--


I got home and ate a quick dinner and went on the PC. She was already online and I waited until she messaged me first.

She didn’t and my will caved.

“Hi, what’s up?” I typed.

“Good, U?”

“Just got home, ate some food. Playing a video game.”

“Cool. Which one?”

“Final Fantasy VII – the best game ever :P”

“Love that game.”

We went on for a bit and I realized how late it had become when I stifled a yawn.

“I’m wiped, I’m head off.” I wrote and went to exit the window.

“WAAAIT!” came the reply.

So I waited for a minute. Then two…

“allo?”, I replied, my annoyance rising.

“I like you.” Came the reply. And then she logged off.

A mix of emotions ran through my mind like wildfire. Okay, she likes me – I’m into her. She’s invited me over to see a movie tomorrow night. Then my mind went nuts conjuring up impossible scenarios. We would have sex. We wouldn’t and I’d get blue balls. Her parents would be there. Maybe they wouldn’t be.

She will call me tomorrow and call it off.

Blah. Girls.

I didn’t get to bed until very late, as I cleaned my teeth still wondering what the hell had just happened over the last few hours. I lay there staring up at my ceiling, waiting for sleep to take me.




--ACT THREE--

Needless to say, I couldn’t pay attention in class the next day. Every lesson went in one ear and out the other. The worst part came during calculus in second period when I was clearly day-dreaming and not paying attention.

Our teacher, an astute man who always picked on those not paying attention, called me out for an answer I didn’t know. Its calculus, nobody should know the answer.

“And the solution for problem seven is?”

“Problem sex? AH – uh seven.” I said. But the damage was done.

I don’t even remember the answer I gave after that. I was just aware of the sniggers from the guys, the looks girls gave me (some approving, some not so much) and the feeling of my face flushing. Looking back, it’s pretty damn funny. Then it was pretty mortifying.

By lunch time, I was overwhelmed with the plethora of scenarios I had managed to think up from the previous night and during that morning. I found salvation in one of my lady friends down the corridor where her locker was, whom I’d known since the cradle and casually brought the subject up.

P. S. Her name was Sara.

Being the more mature one, she forgave what could have been a good bit of friendly jeering. I mean guys and girls liking each other? In high school? So weird.

“Well, she says she likes you. That’s a big step, especially for a girl to say that to a guy.”

“Really?” I said.

“Ugh. Boys.” She said in that knowing tone.

“Okay. She likes you and you like her, right?”

I nodded.

“And you don’t know if you’ll be alone or if her parents will be there?”

“Yes, that’s about it.”

“Well, she will probably think it is a first date, since it will be the first time you two have hung out before alone and not with another group of people.”

“Uh huh.” I said.

“Right, well if I were you, I’d take it slow. Try holding her hand. She’s already kissed you on the cheek, so start from there and see where the night goes.”

“Easier said than done.” I said.

“Dude, really?” she said exasperatedly rolling her eyes.

And quick as a flash, down that deserted corridor hallway, she kissed me on the lips. I went hard instantly. I could feel her body pressing close to mine and knew she felt it too.

We broke apart and she starred down at my jeans and said, “Easy Rover,” and smiled.

Clearly embarrassed and trying to hide my erection with my binder, she put a hand on my arm and squeezed. “Not a bad kiss, but I’d watch the boner though.”

She laughed and I did to, rather awkwardly, and she proceeded to give me a few more pointers and before I knew it the bell had rung, my mind now filled with possibly even more scenarios…Thanks Sara.

I won’t bore you with the afternoon class details, but for any guy, you’ll sympathize that when your mind wanders, erotically, or sometimes even when you aren’t thinking about the ladies, you get those “in-class-erections.” Fun times all afternoon.

I got home and went for a run. It was the only thing I knew would help me
relax.

‘Why was I so nervous? It was only Jen….Jen.’ I thought to myself as I crushed out the miles.

I got home, showered, ‘shaved’ my face and then put on clothing that wouldn’t look like I was trying too hard. Jeans and a graphic t-shirt with a zip hoodie. No dress shirts!

I ate dinner and had a quiet discussion with the fam. but was very aware of the clock which hung over the dining room entrance.

“Got a hot date sporto?” My dad said, taking a swig from a cup.

“N-not really,” I stammered, “Just heading out later tonight to see a movie with some friends?”

“Anyone we know?” My nosy mother asked. God, always so nosy.

“Nope, kids from work. We’re going to see the Terminator 2.”

“I’ll be back!” my dad mimed as he robotted his arms and torso with a decent Arnold impression.

“Yup, that’s it,” I said with a laugh.

We finished dinner by sex (seven) o’clock and I went on MSN, talking with a few other buds and nursing my Mountain Dew. That stuff is fucking great.

“Hey.” It was Jen.

“Hiya Jen,” I replied, keeping it chill, as Sara told me to do. Let her lead the conversation.

“Listen, a bit of a change of plans,” she wrote.

My heart sank somewhere to the level of my liver (or pit of stomach, whichever you like – it’s a narrative, lol) and I took a long pull from my soda, waiting for the next reply.

“Instead of coming over at 9, want to come over earlier?”

“Oh?” I wrote back (HUZZAH!)

“Yeah, my folks are out for a dinner date with old friends, and I’m bored, lol”

“Cool. Want me to bring anything?”

“Have you eaten yet, I haven’t and I’m starving.”

“We ate a bit ago, yeah.”

There were a few minutes of dead air before she replied with, “Hey sorry. Just ordered a pizza for myself. You can have some too if you want.”

“Sure, I’ll chip in.”

“Coke good?” she typed.

“Sure, sounds good.” (Fuck, I. Hate. Coke.)

“Just ring the bell when you get here. Park on the street under the lights.”

“K, bye.”

“Bye

*Oh snap, she gave me the smiley face.*
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Old 09-29-2012, 12:14 PM   #2
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--ACT FOUR--

In my haste to get going, I nearly up-ended my soda all over my playstation, next to my PC. I gulped down the rest as I walked through the hall, tossed the empty into the kitchen and grabbed my wallet and keys.

“Leaving already?” my dad asked through his newspaper.

“Yup, change of plans. The extended edition is longer, so we’re starting earlier. Such a responsible group we are.” I said putting my arm through the sleeve of my hoodie.

“Future leaders of our great nation,” he said.

I made a quick b-line for the bathroom and did a quick hit with the cologne.

Not too much, ‘just enough to detect’ Sara had said.

I shut the door on my mom in mid-sentence, as usual going to ask some benign question my father could have answered and hopped in my car.

Her house wasn’t far away and I had been there many times, albeit with larger groups. Her parents were cool and let us drink if we wanted to. Controlled, but not out of control. They were cool.

I pulled up and walked up the walkway and rung the bell.

“Coming!”

I saw the curtain pull back from beside the door and then. Jen opened was there, framed in the door way. She leaned to one side, hand on the side of the door in one of those model poses.

Her face was plain with very little make-up, her hair pulled back in a pony tail with two strands tucked in behind her ears. She was wearing jeans that looked perhaps a bit too snug in the bum and around her waist. She had on a light green top that showed off her cleavage and hugged her body nicely, showing off her slightly increased figure. She wore a studded belt with a large buckle that caused her fat to form around it. She looked very very cute.

“Come in, plop your hoodie over there,” she said as I walked past her and kicked off my shoes onto the floor beside.

“Pizza should be here in a few minutes. Can you start up the dvd player?”

“Sure thing,” I said entering her basement through the kitchen and into the den. Secretly relieved I hadn’t gotten yet another erection as I took in her stunning form.

Her dad had a huge plasma television and very comfy couches. The foot rest that was more a large chest for keeping blankets in front of the couch was already laid out with two paper plates and two cans of Coke. Coke…

I went to the television and got it all set up when I heard the doorbell ring from above; heard some discussion and then the smell of pizza accompanied Jennifer down the stairs.

“That’s 10 bucks please.” She said with a laugh, her hand outstretched like a waiter expectant for the receipt booklet.

“Geez, what’d you get? Deluxe?” I said slapping the ten into her hand.

She slid it into her jeans pocket and I noticed that she had not one, but two pizza boxes.

“Apparently this was a deal week or something. I thought I was getting one, but the delivery dude said it was a twofer.”

“Cool.” I said going back to the TV and finished turning on the surround sound.

Secretly, I wanted to see where she would sit so that I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was that into her.

She had chosen to sit more or less in the middle of the sofa. It looked like we’d be pretty snug around that foot rest. She had opened the first box and took out two pieces, folded them over like a sandwich and began to chew.

I tried not to stare, but damn. She looked hot eating that pizza. She took solid bites and when she chewed it was cute the way her mouth moved. Every now and then, she’d dab at a corner of her mouth with a napkin where the sauce squeezed out.

“Oh man, this is really good today.” She sighed as she leaned forward to open her can of soda.

“Normally they aren’t?” I replied sitting next to her, a comfortable but friendly distance away of half a foot or so, to her left and took a slice for myself.

Indeed it was good and I came to find out that she ordered from their shop often when her parents are out with dinners and recently; and that the pizza place recently hired a new guy who made them extra good.

“Mom and dad usually have these ‘routine’ dinners that they have to go to. They are always back late and I’m sometimes in bed. They leave me some money for whatever I want, which is usually pizza,” she was now on her third pizza sandwich (6th piece total).

We were a good 30 minutes or so into the movie when she sighed and leaned back.

“Ugh, that was good. Time for a breather.”

I took the opportunity to steal a glance at her. Her cheeks were flushed from the eating and her lips were a bit red from the sauce, which she licked her lips, tongue darting to one side then the other. Hands folded in her lap, her belly now looked much more pronounced, rising and falling with each breath she took. Her shirt had ridden up slightly so that part of her fleshy belly was exposed, pooching out over her belt buckle and the sides of her jeans. So hot.

I suddenly looked up at her and she was staring at me fixedly. (Oh shit. She probably thinks I’m some creeper now).

But she just smiled and scooted a bit closer to me in the sofa. I could feel the warmth coming off her body and was suddenly enveloped in the aroma of a perfume I hadn’t been aware of before.

What was her perfume called? I dunno, whatever it was, I liked it very much.

We were now in the scene of the movie where John Connor and the Terminator must rescue Sara Connor, or something to that effect. Jen and I had cleared away the first box of pizza (her ¾ to my ¼) and had gone through two cans of coke for her and mine (relatively untouched). Coke…

“Want another slice?” she said swapping the boxes so that the full pie box was now on top, the lid already opened and the aroma of tasty pizza filling my nostrils. She had already made another pizza sandwich.

“I think I’ll have one more, but then I’m done.” I looked down at my belly, which protruded slightly. I was conscious of it when I looked down. Sucking it in seemed to make me feel better, so I did that, but I was beginning to get uncomfortable.

“Hah!” She laughed, “I’ve totally eaten more than you have!”

“That’s true, but I’ve already ate dinner tonight. This is like second dinner.”

She reached forward and patted my stomach, “pfft, your belly is soft. There is room for at least two more pieces.”

When she touched me, I felt a tingle of electricity. Even though it was not my nether regions, it may as well have been. I felt my face flush and blood rush into my loins.

“Me on the other hand,” she continued, gesturing to her own belly, “I’m getting pretty hard, feel here.”

And she took my hand in hers and put it on her belly.

Oh. My. God.

I could feel the hardness of her gut underneath my hand. I felt its girth as I let my fingertips wander, but not caress her flesh. Her hand was still on top of mine and I felt a gentle squeeze of pressure, so I continued my examination.




--ACT FIVE--

I turned in my seat, movie forgotten, and was transfixed with her belly.

I don’t mind telling you that I felt like time slowed down over the next several seconds. Or were they minutes? I noticed every crease, every bulge and every freckle—even now. Simply amazing what the mind can recall.

Now I could clearly see that she was bulging to the max, her shirt ridden up higher than before, the belt buckle making a little red mark underneath her belly button.

“Hard isn’t it,” she said in a slightly softer voice.

“Yeah, and big too.” I said more to myself than aloud.

We caught each other’s eye and grinned. She leaned back a bit further and with her pizza-free hand, she pulled up her shirt a bit more to expose the rest of her beautiful belly. It looked soft, yet hard. It was round and yet it was firm. I must have had my mouth open, or at least that’s how I imagine the scene looking back now.

As I let my other hand touch her belly, I felt another tingle surge through my body. Jen squirmed back into the couch still further to get more comfortable, and it seemed to me still more of her belly was revealed to me.

“Mmmm, that kinda feels good.” She said, again in that soft voice.

“Y-you like this?” I said looking her in the eye.

She nodded, “mmm hmm.”

I let my hands play with her warm flesh: touching here, feeling there. Cautiously, I let them roam to her sides, feeling each love handle spill over the tops of her jeans. I pinched them slightly and they yielded in my hands.

Suddenly, I felt a pressure on my upper back.

“Mmmm.”

I looked up and saw that Jen was feeding herself the pizza with her free hand while the other had pushed me closer to her belly. An invitation?




--ACT SIX--

I was very hard at this point.

My mind was reeling and wanted to analyze the situation but I willed myself to remain as focused as possible to the task at hand.

The heat coming off her belly was incredible, or maybe it was that now my face was pressed closer to it. She continued to munch away at her pizza, every now and then taking deep breaths and letting a soft moan escape her lips.

I continued to rub my hands all along her belly, my face now so close to her belly that I could almost touch the hard surface with my lips. I could feel my pulse quicken and suddenly it just felt right to kiss her belly.

She did not stiffen, although I paused for a moment myself, but it seemed natural to continue. I began rubbing the sides of her belly and planting little kisses around her belly button. She had an innie which was deep and creased at both sides from her increased weight gain over the last few months.

I was now aware of Jen’s breathing, becoming labored as if she couldn’t catch her breath. I felt her hand run through my hair and pull me upward. And then we kissed.

Explosions went off in my head and I felt like I may be eating her face and she mine. She surprised me when her tongue darted in and out of my mouth.

Wow, so this was French Kissing.

We continued making out, hands beginning to wander, when I began tilting her bloated body sideways so as to lie along the couch. She did not protest.

First we were slightly side-spooning with half of me on top. Very awkward stuff, but then Jen soon spread her legs to admit me. Fearful of crushing her belly, I held myself up with my arms in a sort of push-up position, while her hands wandered across my back, her fingernails raking along my skin.

Her hands began to wander towards my low back, then she grabbed my ass and pulled me close, her legs now wrapped around me. I was sure I was crushing her belly and began to pull back a bit. *plus, my arms were beginning to fatigue*

“I’m crushing your belly,” I gasped, taking in the first full breath in minutes.

“No…I like it.” She gasped, pulling me down again.

Her hands were pulling at the ends of my shirt and we clumsily got it off me. Again, hands wandering I felt hers trace along my back, along the sides, and to my belly.

She began to caress it, circling areas where she could reach, for our bellies were now touching.

I began to feel pulsing pain in my crotch and realized that my erection, going strong was probably going to tear through my denim. Each throb like a ticking clock, counting down to denim destruction.

I could feel her face and body shift slightly and then I felt her hand pass over the outer surface of my jeans and begin to squeeze.

“Oh, you’re so hard.” She said, a half smile playing across her face, eyes slightly mischievous. A lock of her hair had come loose, amplifying her beauty even more that I could have thought possible.

“You’re so sexy.” I said, using the first words that came into my head.

“Yeah?” she said, propping herself up on her elbows and sliding back from under me to the end of the couch.

“Totally.” I said, running my hands through my hair and sitting up a bit taller, my chest rising and falling.

She cocked an eyebrow, “What do you like the most?”

“All if it.” I said, but my eyes were watching her hands fall to her belly and begin to rub it again.

Transfixed, I watched as she let her hands travel to her belt buckle and delicately, slowly thumb the catch a little bit, her belly protruding to fill the new space.

“Do you like my body?” her voice now teasingly soft.

“I love your belly.” I said, letting my hands join hers on her belly and I began rubbing her.

“I’m a bigger girl. I’ve gained some weight…” she said, her eyes searching.

“Well I think your way sexier than you were when you first started working.” I said, the words leaving my mouth in a torrent.

I let my hands wander to her love handles and squeeze them. Our mouths met once more.

Taking her hands in mine, I lifted her to the other end of the couch, with me underneath her now. She was indeed heavy, but so very beautiful. She did not protest as I began to take her shirt off, the stretchy fabric now tight across the upper part of her belly and breasts.

Her shirt now off, Jen leaned back and took out the elastic holding her hair back and it cascaded across her shoulders. I stared at her belly and let my hands wander to its underside.

God it was heavy and I contented myself with scooping it and watching it fall, rippling ever so slightly. I began to poke and pat her belly making it giggle and that made us both laugh.

“Jen you’re amazing.” I said, talking more to her belly than to her.

“I think you’re more in love with my belly than me.” She said playfully, her hands circling her bra which I noticed was black.

“The belly comes with the rest, doesn’t it?” I said with a stab of coyness.

It was enough for her and she mashed her face into mine once more. This time, I let my hands wander across her back, as I could feel the pressure of her belly sinking into mine. I reached for her bra clasp and it came away fairly easily. *Weren’t they supposed to take forever to get off?*

She shrugged her shoulders out of the straps and I could feel her pendulous breasts fall heavily onto my chest. Her nipples were hard with desire and I let each hand finger and caress her peaks.

She moaned again and we began that annoyingly, but necessary pre-sex ritual all teens experience: Dry Humping…

Didn’t she know I was getting blue balls over here?!?

Jen began riding me like a horse, thrusting her pelvis painfully into mine. I grabbed onto her love handles and anchored her to me. Then she began to roll her body such that my face would be bombarded lovingly by the soft flesh of her breasts, then her beautifully swollen belly.

Taking my hands off her lovely handles, I brought one breast to my mouth and flicked at the nipple, making it harden still further, Jen letting out a silent moan as I did so.

“Mmmmm, yeah…” her voice drifted off, as she grabbed her other breast and began kneading it; her other hand running through her hair.

But I soon realized if I didn’t switch things up, I’d have not blue balls, but black balls. Hadn’t science class taught me that things dropped off if blood didn’t get to them?

“Hey Jen, your belt is digging into me a bit…” I said, gently pushing my hands into the crook of her hips, and feeling the softness push back against me.

“Take it off then,” she breathed, eager to resume kissing.

With slightly fumbling fingers, (new territory: taking off a girl’s belt – woot!) I managed to get my fingers under the clasp and loosen it. I was careful to savor the moment by inserting my fingers into the tight space between her soft flesh and her too-tight jeans. I remember my fingertips definitely touched the tops of her underwear.

Once loose, I slowly slid her belt out of its loops and put it onto the floor. Jen let out a slight sigh and sat up again. We gazed into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours, all the while my hands caressing her beautiful round belly.

Her hands found mine and we both looked down as she gave it a shake, making it giggle.

“I’ve gained 15 pounds since I started there, you must think me a pig.” She said a sudden change in her voice.

“I don’t—you know I don’t think that about you. And besides, I think you look even prettier with a little extra weight.”

“Yeah, well most guys don’t.”

“I’m not most guys.”

She smiled a watery smile and I smiled back and brushed a tear from the corner of her eye.

Just then, her stomach gave out a loud G-U-R-G-L-E-! and she laughed,
“Haha, I guess I’m not done.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” I said giving it a poke and a prod.

“Umm, can I ask you something.” She said, her voice losing a bit of the playful lilt I had come to know.

“Anything.”

“Okay…I hope you don’t think I’m weird about this but—I’ve never been with a boy who has enjoyed my like the way you do.”

“Thanks.” I said, reaching out and holding her hands.

Then she let out a sort of laugh and sigh and brought a hand to her face and rested it on her cheek, “I can’t believe I am about to tell you this. But I like food a lot, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I had noticed, very much noticed.”

“Okay…here goes: I enjoy the way I feel; the way my body feels when I eat like this.” Her eyes were serious, searching.

“Okay.” I said, waiting for her to finish.

“…And when I feel full, I like to look at my body in the mirror, to see how much bigger my body gets.”

My erection, which I hadn’t been aware of since our discussion had begun, made its presence known again, “I like looking at your body, and belly.”

She smiled and did a little hop on my lap, pushing her sex closer to mine.
Then Jen looked over at the remaining pizza, nearly a full pie. I looked over too. And then it seemed to fall into place for me.

“Would you like me to feed you a piece?”

Her face went red and she looked away, then back at me.

“Ugh! I’m weird. You don’t have to.”

And she jumped up off me and took a few steps away, her back to me.

“Jen…” I said, getting up myself and slowly coming over to her.

“No! It’s okay. You don’t like it.”

I put a hand on her shoulder and she slowly turned her head to me, looking up with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Hey now. It’s alright.”

And we hugged and stood there for a few minutes, her gradually relaxing and becoming less tense. Me, staring around feeling like a medical catastrophe, wondering why I still had this god damn erection.

“You’re sweet.” She said, wiping away a few tears.

I took her by the hand and lead her to the couch and we sat down. I took a slice out of the box and handed it to her and took one for myself and took a big bite and followed up with a sip of coke. Coke…

She did the same and we watched what was close to the end of the movie. A mangled Terminator doing all he can to defeat the T-1000.

I put a hand on her belly and said, “Hey, I haven’t done anything like this before. But I will feed you a slice if you still want.”

She smiled, looking once again like the prettiest woman I’d ever seen. Then she leant forward to kiss me.




--ACT (SEX) SEVEN--

“How do you want me?” I said the innuendo lost to both of us, looking back on it now.

She leaned back against one of the arms of the couch and put a pillow under the small of her back. I watched her belly giggle and shake as she got comfortable.

I pulled the edge of the foot rest closer to us and sat down on the corner, so that I was above her.

To tell the truth, it felt pretty awkward at first. I mean, you’re just feeding another person, right? But then I began to feel aroused as she closed her eyes after every bite as if savoring the last thing she might ever eat.

Her hands began to rub her belly, probably to help her digest I thought as she finished the first slice. I reached over to the box and folded two over and she opened her mouth expectantly like a bird waits for its mother.

I watched her belly and breasts rise and fall as she took breaths between bites. Sometime a hand would travel to one of her breasts to cup and hold it, her nipples constantly at full attention; but she always had one hand massaging her belly. Slow circular movements: top of the belly, to one side, the other, to the underside. Sometimes a fingertip or two would disappear underneath the waist of her jeans then return again.

She was eating much more slowly now but nonetheless still urging herself onward. I leant forward to kiss her belly and rub it with my other hand and felt one of hers come up and take the pizza from me.

Taking the cue, I knelt down and began my belly play again. Kissing around her belly button, occasionally licking and sucking; hands making slow determined circles on her warm belly.

I slowly worked my way down her belly, inch by inch to her waist. It seemed to take hours to me, to work up the courage to take the next logical step.

At first, a hand would come down to bring me back up, but after two tries what I now know as ‘woman’s resolve’ was broken and she permitted me to travel towards her sex.

I inserted a finger between her belly and the edge of her jeans, but it took some effort. I said so.

“Jen, I think these pants are getting tight on you.”

“Well they didn’t shrink in the drawer,” she said playfully.

I took the initiative and worked the button until it came free. Her belly pushed forward, far more than I thought was possible which caused the zip on her jeans to come down slightly and reveal black lacy underwear.

I was now aware of my own breathing. I felt like everything went dark and it was just me and her sex.

With slightly trembling fingers, I tugged at the ends of her jeans and brought them down so that the zip would come down with them. Jen did not protest.

I brought my face close to her belly button again and slowly kissed a trail to the top of her underwear, faintly catching a scent of something that I had not smelled before, but knew instinctively that I liked.

A hand had come to rest on my head, its fingers snaking their way through my scalp and pulling slightly.

I looked up, half dazed into Jen’s face. But it was calm, serene and wonton.

Everything about her face said “its okay, you’ve earned your reward. Now take it.”

While still kissing the fleshy warmth that was just above the tops of her underwear, I reached up and tugged at the waistband of her jeans, urging them to come off easily.

I guess Jen’s ass was indeed bigger than I thought, as I had difficulty getting them to bypass the region. Jen lifted herself up and her hands found mine and then I was free and clear to pull them the rest of the way off and they rested in a pile on the floor.

I gazed slowly up her form, taking in her feet whose nails were polished and painted; to her ankles and then her knees. Girls have cute kneecaps I told myself as I gazed still further to her thighs, then her inner thighs, which touched slightly nearer the tops from her added poundage.

I could see the faint outline of her sex; a vertical line indentation was visible through her underwear, which also bore a wet patch.

So this was it. That’s the pussy.

I made to pull the panties down next, when Jen spoke softly.

“No, not yet.”
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--ACT EIGHT--

She pulled me up to her face and we kissed once more, but this time with the passion we had first started with. Tongues darting deftly between us and me finally getting the hang of it.

She pushed her body off the couch and we slid the floor, me carefully nudging the heavy foot stool away from us. The carpet was soft and cool under us as we lay side-laying, our mouths glued together.

We continued caressing each other, but I could feel her hand travel from my shoulder to my chest, down to my belly and linger there for a moment. Then I felt her lips pull away from mine with what I can only imagine was a smile (my eyes were closed) and her hand reached for the button of my jeans.

Oh, yes! This is it!’ I screamed inside my head, willing her to go on.

Clumsily, as one-handed button undoing often is, I guided her by holding the edge of my jeans so that she didn’t really know she was being helped.

Once free, she reached her hand down and I was suddenly aware of her touch against the hair of my lower body.

I shuddered for a second and her hand hesitated, sensing my body stiffen slightly. But the hand was patient and when I felt my body relax, she too continued on, questing for my member.

She grabbed me and slowly wrapped her fingers firmly and began to slide me up and down, back and forth.

I felt myself spasm as charges of electricity surged throughout my entire body.

“You’re very hard.” Jen whispered.

“He must like you.” I said, blurting out the first thing I could think of.

I opened my eyes and she was looking at me, smiling and content, her hand still control me. Her face was shadowed in the black of the ending credits of the film, the entire room looking darker and somehow more suited for our purposes.

I pulled my pants and boxers down so that I was free to bend and flex my legs, offering more of myself to her.

She pulled herself to me, so that I could feel her warm belly and breasts against my chest; her sex next to mine as we continued our intimacy.

Nervously, I reached my free hand around to place on her ass. I patted it a few times, letting it rest there and began busying myself with the tops of her underwear. I let my fingers pass underneath the soft clothy material grabbing a big handful of her bum and squeezing it.

Jen squirmed and brought herself closer to me, I could feel her face grinning again.

I let my hand wander to the side of her ass, nearer to her hip. I let it rest there, still grabbing and reaching for her softness. Then I began making my way towards her sex.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, turning her hips sideways to permit me access.

I felt the hair underneath my fingertips as I made my way down towards her, myself getting more and more turned on.

I inserted two fingers into her glistening region and we continued masturbating each other. Jen’s breath came shallow and faster as I began to find my rhythm.

“Oh!” she cried and her body shuddered, as I felt her sex clamp around my fingers and release rhythmically several times.

She rolled me over and pinned me to the floor, straddling my so that my member was mashed against her wet sex, separated by a mere sheet of cloth.

“Have you had sex before?” she breathed, her bedroom eyes boring into mine.

“No. Never.”

She smiled and kissed me on the lips, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

She got up off me and darted up the stairs and returned several minutes later with several square shaped packages in one hand.

“These are condoms, pick one.” She said kneeling down beside me, her hand outstretched.

She was still wearing her underwear, but in the glow of the television, I could make out her curves, bulges and crevices; her belly fat pushing forward making a cute “u-bend” so her underwear could accommodate her bulk.

“Why do you have so many?” I asked.

Did she sleep around a lot? It had never come up before even to ask some of her other friends...

“Catholic school. They hand these out to all the girls during sex-ed and whenever we go to the nurses’ office for whatever.”

“Oh, gotcha.” I said grabbing one at random and tearing off the edge.

Once sheathed, Jen grabbed a blanket and laid it down in the center of the basement floor, the soft glow once again capturing all her best assets in the lighting.

“Won’t your parents be home soon?” I said, perhaps a little more nervously than I would have liked.

“They always call, and tonight was going to be a longer one dad said.”

I walked over to her, very aware of my member bouncing from side to side and sat down beside her.

“Let me be on top.” She said as she laid me down on the floor, cradling my head.

I did as I was told and she stood up over top of me, straddling my body. Seductively, she hooked her thumbs underneath the edges of her underwear and slowly pulled them down about her ankles, her body curved forward and hair falling in curtains across my body so that it tickled me.

She stepped out of her last remaining scrap of clothing and lay on top of me, resting on my chest.

“I do like you. Like, a lot.” She said using that one last vestige of female resolve.

“Me too I said.” As our mouths met again.

She inched her body down and guided herself sex onto mine. I can remember the heat and being very aware of the pulsing of my member as she began rocking her hips back and forth against my body.

She put her full body weight on me now as she grabbed at her throat, hair splayed across her face and playing with one breast as I put my hands on her soft belly and kneaded her.

Words can hardly describe her stunning beauty as her body bent and swayed, folds of fat creasing and uncreasing, bulging and shrinking, giggling and bouncing.

“Mmmm, yeah,” she moaned.

I could feel her rising and lowering herself onto me, her breath coming faster and shallower now. Each bounce sent a ripple through her body and I was mesmerized by what her body was showing me.

Frequently her sex contract against mine as if trying to anchor itself to me for eternity. She began riding me harder and faster, gyrating her hips and bucking with more vigor. ‘She must be close’ I thought and hoped that I would manage to outlast her, my resistance rapidly crumbling.

“Ooooh, mmmmm.”

She came and shuddered, and my body reacted similarly as I could feel myself approaching my climax. Jen continued riding me, long and slow now, as she was coming down from her own ecstasy as I released my seed with forceful contractions.

We lay there for a minute or two, just gazing into each other’s eyes, examining the other’s glistening, sweating physique.

Jen lifted herself off of me and my member rested against my leg, satisfied.

She walked over to grab a blanket for us to cuddle under all the while my eyes watching her every inch giggle and wobble.

Nothing needed to be said for several minutes and we embraced just each other.


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The next day, I had an email in my inbox from Jen. I made sure my parents weren’t around when I read it.

It ran in this way,

“Hey,

I had an amazing time last night. Really. You were wonderful and I hope you
don’t think I’m a loser weirdo

Are you free next weekend? I could get used to watching movies with you.”


-THE END-
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this is one of the best fics ive read on dims great job
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oh that was such a genius sweet innocent sexy story :-) would have loved the guy fattened up a bit , too ^^

but like the detailed descriptions and deep characters :-)

i hope for more ^^
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Simply one of the best stories in the last 5 years. I also like how realistic it was and how the guy didn't get fatter himself, seeing that the timeline of the story was over a short period of time and it was his first time feeding her.
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Glad to hear that so many of you loved the story, I'm writing a few short request stories at present, but cheers for the positive feedback
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