ThatIsThat
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~BHM, Stuffing, Feederism, Sex, ~MWG - A college boy finds a romance that turns into something much bigger than he expected...
Her tongue ran down his spine, tasting the steam rising from his light caramel skin; he was trembling slightly under the will of her soft, thick tongue. Zack groaned as her smooth teeth dug into his meaty shoulders, Blair’s hands roaming over his chest as her nibbling moved to his neck and ear lobes, moaning as her mouth devoured him. She slowly, seductively walked around in front of him, allowing him to take her in, viewing every inch of her pale, feminine figure before she knelt before him and ran her pristine black nails from his temples to his chest, down to his stomach, which was rounded and pushed out into his lap, full of the evening’s gastronomic delights Blair had fed him mouthful after mouthful. His physique was far different just three months ago, when their romance had begun…
Zack had grown up well-off in an affluent suburb of Atlanta, GA with a loving family, especially his overprotective mother who compensated for her time spent away from him at work with cooking delightful, rich meals to satisfy his appetite. Mrs. Gray’s dishes ranged from macaroni and cheese, thick and creamy with the sharpest cheddar blended with huge chunks of butter that filled Zack’s mouth with warm, gooey pleasure with each bite to her signature dessert: strawberry cheesecake with cream cheese icing. Without fail, Zack would have a slice each night, savoring the moist, fruity cake, exploding with strawberry but richer and sweeter than the fruit itself, mingling with the cool, soft icing, buttery and sugary, so airy and whipped it melted slowly and sinfully on the growing boy’s tongue.
Before High School, Zack added layer after layer of baby fat as the years passed, giving him swollen cheeks, pudgy arms and legs and a ball-like belly as a result of Mrs. Gray’s fattening meals. At school, the boys who were more athletic, participating in the ever-popular Backyard Baseball league would poke fun at Zack’s size, excluding him from playground games and not inviting him to their birthday sleepovers.
The lonely weekends were filled with Mother and Father taking Zack to the toy store, his chubby fingers eagerly grasping the latest Nintendo 64 game, and begging for a big, messy scoop of chocolate ice cream for the ride home. With chocolate still smudged around his mouth, Zack would sit until bed time playing his new game as Mrs. Gray brought him warm, chewy chocolate chip cookies, the chocolate chunks still melting, smearing his fingers as he mechanically ate them one by one until the plate was bare.
However, when high school came, Zack began to spend more time on stage, rehearsing for school musicals and flirting with the female leads. The time spent away from his kitchen led him to slim his short frame down considerably, a six pack visible but not chiseled, cheek bones prominent but still retaining a boyish youthfulness. He had a few dates, one girlfriend, but it never became serious, as there was a fire—that magic spark defined so effortlessly in movies and novels—missing from each kiss, each embrace, and each slow dance.
Zack’s life wasn’t boring, but he didn’t feel quite alive, either, and looked forward to heading off to a small liberal arts college miles away from where any of his peers would be. He and his girlfriend said their goodbyes, he took his last bow on his high school’s stage, exchanged some hugs with his sobbing mother, and was off to experience independent living.
Fall came and went, not disappointing Zack but not blowing him away, either. The food in the cafeteria was bearable, but not enough for him to really fill up every evening. The girls were alright, he dated a few, but again that passion was absent. He was involved in a few school activities, meeting some fantastic new friends, and making quite a mark for a freshman. First semester’s exams came with the normal stress it entailed, but he was adequately prepared and managed to make quite good grades.
Zack was glad to come home over winter break, though, as the comforts of home had a habit of lifting even his darkest moods. Though he went out with friends, celebrating their newfound college experiences, what he most loved about the holiday break was his mother’s fantastic Christmas cooking, the moist turkey, hot, buttered mashed potatoes, and her famous, sweet, thick, and absolutely delicious cranberry sauce. Even though he stuffed himself to the brim at family dinners, his quick, youthful metabolism did not have enough time to change and he gained slightly less than a pound.
Back at school, things returned to their routine, and second semester finals approached sooner than Zack desired. One night, however, would change his entire college experience. One of his friends, Jack, invited Zack down to a party he was holding for the Young Republicans Club he was president of on campus.
Now, Zack was quite the die-hard liberal, so he was hesitant, but the allure of free pizza proved to be enough to get him to come down to the gathering. As he entered, someone was ranting about Obama’s latest proposed policy, and as he sat down, he soon recognized her for three reasons. First, she had been writing columns against his in the school newspaper all year; Second, she had been tabling for McCain during the election and had put forth some surprisingly convincing arguments; Third, she was smokin’ hot.
She was blonde, which he normally didn’t care for, but the shade of blonde was nearly white, with amber highlights throughout. Her blue eyes were deep and intense, seeming to burn with a lighthearted passion as she discussed politics. She was wearing a shirt that showed off her smooth, white collarbone and perky breasts that would sensuously jiggle when she flailed her arms about when making a point. He already knew her name—Blair Bell—and was racking his brain for all the ways he could pull off asking her on a date. Instead, she agreed to come to his party Saturday night, and the entire week he thought through a plan to woo her that night.
At 11 P.M. on Saturday night, Zack grew worried; Blair was still not there, and his final shot before the end of the semester might be ruined. As he was pouring himself his second cup of wine, she entered the room, dressed in a white corseted minidress and giving him a big smile with cherry red lips when she saw him. The entire room turned to look at her, and with good reason; her legs looked flawless and perfectly curvy in her deep red heels, and her make-up was done in a way that allowed her to rival the sexiest 50’s pin-ups, even Marilyn herself!
She immediately made her way over to Zack, and to his pleasure, Blair smiled the whole night, sipping on her champagne (the $5 kind—hey, college students are poor!) while deeply enjoying his company, flirting and dancing the night away. When all the guests had finally left, the pair had the room to themselves, and they took no time in beginning to hook up.
Zack brought her to the bed, bringing her on top of him, and she began biting his neck vampirically. His moans only turned her on more, and that combined with the alcohol caused her to act a little more bravely than she normally would. Blair efficiently took off his shirt and worked her mouth down to his torso, squeezing his flesh gently between her teeth and moaning on his tanned skin. She rubbed his stomach, right around the sensitive spot above his boxers and kissed it. Blair then paused, gave Zack a tempting, evil look, and reached into her purse, pulling out various candy bars.
“If you’re hungry, my roommate and I have some cereal, fruit cups…” but before Zack could finish, a Snickers bar was being shoved into his mouth while Blair breathed heavily in his ear.
“Eat it,” she commanded. Confused, he began to hold his hands against her to protest, but the effort faded as she grasped her hands around his hardened cock.
She stared directly in his eyes-- “Keep eating.”
And so he did, finishing the Snickers bar, moaning while she pleasured him, swallowing an entire 3 Musketeers, hastily chewing a packet of M&Ms as she sucked on each of his fingers, devouring a Milky Way as she rubbed her perfect, creamy breasts on his upper body, and ate a Twix, slowing down as his stomach began to fill with thick, gooey chocolate. Her hand continued to gently stroke his cock while she continued to suck on his neck and torso, leaving hickeys shaped and colored like dark red rose-buds, and encouraging him to swallow the last of the Twix bar.
Now incredibly full and feeling bloated from the wine and the candy, Zack was about to question her when she passionately kissed him then said, “I think I should go back to my place now… I have a paper due tomorrow. I’d like to see you tomorrow, though, perhaps I could treat you to dinner?” He obliged, and they walked back hand in hand.
To be continued.
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Her tongue ran down his spine, tasting the steam rising from his light caramel skin; he was trembling slightly under the will of her soft, thick tongue. Zack groaned as her smooth teeth dug into his meaty shoulders, Blair’s hands roaming over his chest as her nibbling moved to his neck and ear lobes, moaning as her mouth devoured him. She slowly, seductively walked around in front of him, allowing him to take her in, viewing every inch of her pale, feminine figure before she knelt before him and ran her pristine black nails from his temples to his chest, down to his stomach, which was rounded and pushed out into his lap, full of the evening’s gastronomic delights Blair had fed him mouthful after mouthful. His physique was far different just three months ago, when their romance had begun…
Zack had grown up well-off in an affluent suburb of Atlanta, GA with a loving family, especially his overprotective mother who compensated for her time spent away from him at work with cooking delightful, rich meals to satisfy his appetite. Mrs. Gray’s dishes ranged from macaroni and cheese, thick and creamy with the sharpest cheddar blended with huge chunks of butter that filled Zack’s mouth with warm, gooey pleasure with each bite to her signature dessert: strawberry cheesecake with cream cheese icing. Without fail, Zack would have a slice each night, savoring the moist, fruity cake, exploding with strawberry but richer and sweeter than the fruit itself, mingling with the cool, soft icing, buttery and sugary, so airy and whipped it melted slowly and sinfully on the growing boy’s tongue.
Before High School, Zack added layer after layer of baby fat as the years passed, giving him swollen cheeks, pudgy arms and legs and a ball-like belly as a result of Mrs. Gray’s fattening meals. At school, the boys who were more athletic, participating in the ever-popular Backyard Baseball league would poke fun at Zack’s size, excluding him from playground games and not inviting him to their birthday sleepovers.
The lonely weekends were filled with Mother and Father taking Zack to the toy store, his chubby fingers eagerly grasping the latest Nintendo 64 game, and begging for a big, messy scoop of chocolate ice cream for the ride home. With chocolate still smudged around his mouth, Zack would sit until bed time playing his new game as Mrs. Gray brought him warm, chewy chocolate chip cookies, the chocolate chunks still melting, smearing his fingers as he mechanically ate them one by one until the plate was bare.
However, when high school came, Zack began to spend more time on stage, rehearsing for school musicals and flirting with the female leads. The time spent away from his kitchen led him to slim his short frame down considerably, a six pack visible but not chiseled, cheek bones prominent but still retaining a boyish youthfulness. He had a few dates, one girlfriend, but it never became serious, as there was a fire—that magic spark defined so effortlessly in movies and novels—missing from each kiss, each embrace, and each slow dance.
Zack’s life wasn’t boring, but he didn’t feel quite alive, either, and looked forward to heading off to a small liberal arts college miles away from where any of his peers would be. He and his girlfriend said their goodbyes, he took his last bow on his high school’s stage, exchanged some hugs with his sobbing mother, and was off to experience independent living.
Fall came and went, not disappointing Zack but not blowing him away, either. The food in the cafeteria was bearable, but not enough for him to really fill up every evening. The girls were alright, he dated a few, but again that passion was absent. He was involved in a few school activities, meeting some fantastic new friends, and making quite a mark for a freshman. First semester’s exams came with the normal stress it entailed, but he was adequately prepared and managed to make quite good grades.
Zack was glad to come home over winter break, though, as the comforts of home had a habit of lifting even his darkest moods. Though he went out with friends, celebrating their newfound college experiences, what he most loved about the holiday break was his mother’s fantastic Christmas cooking, the moist turkey, hot, buttered mashed potatoes, and her famous, sweet, thick, and absolutely delicious cranberry sauce. Even though he stuffed himself to the brim at family dinners, his quick, youthful metabolism did not have enough time to change and he gained slightly less than a pound.
Back at school, things returned to their routine, and second semester finals approached sooner than Zack desired. One night, however, would change his entire college experience. One of his friends, Jack, invited Zack down to a party he was holding for the Young Republicans Club he was president of on campus.
Now, Zack was quite the die-hard liberal, so he was hesitant, but the allure of free pizza proved to be enough to get him to come down to the gathering. As he entered, someone was ranting about Obama’s latest proposed policy, and as he sat down, he soon recognized her for three reasons. First, she had been writing columns against his in the school newspaper all year; Second, she had been tabling for McCain during the election and had put forth some surprisingly convincing arguments; Third, she was smokin’ hot.
She was blonde, which he normally didn’t care for, but the shade of blonde was nearly white, with amber highlights throughout. Her blue eyes were deep and intense, seeming to burn with a lighthearted passion as she discussed politics. She was wearing a shirt that showed off her smooth, white collarbone and perky breasts that would sensuously jiggle when she flailed her arms about when making a point. He already knew her name—Blair Bell—and was racking his brain for all the ways he could pull off asking her on a date. Instead, she agreed to come to his party Saturday night, and the entire week he thought through a plan to woo her that night.
At 11 P.M. on Saturday night, Zack grew worried; Blair was still not there, and his final shot before the end of the semester might be ruined. As he was pouring himself his second cup of wine, she entered the room, dressed in a white corseted minidress and giving him a big smile with cherry red lips when she saw him. The entire room turned to look at her, and with good reason; her legs looked flawless and perfectly curvy in her deep red heels, and her make-up was done in a way that allowed her to rival the sexiest 50’s pin-ups, even Marilyn herself!
She immediately made her way over to Zack, and to his pleasure, Blair smiled the whole night, sipping on her champagne (the $5 kind—hey, college students are poor!) while deeply enjoying his company, flirting and dancing the night away. When all the guests had finally left, the pair had the room to themselves, and they took no time in beginning to hook up.
Zack brought her to the bed, bringing her on top of him, and she began biting his neck vampirically. His moans only turned her on more, and that combined with the alcohol caused her to act a little more bravely than she normally would. Blair efficiently took off his shirt and worked her mouth down to his torso, squeezing his flesh gently between her teeth and moaning on his tanned skin. She rubbed his stomach, right around the sensitive spot above his boxers and kissed it. Blair then paused, gave Zack a tempting, evil look, and reached into her purse, pulling out various candy bars.
“If you’re hungry, my roommate and I have some cereal, fruit cups…” but before Zack could finish, a Snickers bar was being shoved into his mouth while Blair breathed heavily in his ear.
“Eat it,” she commanded. Confused, he began to hold his hands against her to protest, but the effort faded as she grasped her hands around his hardened cock.
She stared directly in his eyes-- “Keep eating.”
And so he did, finishing the Snickers bar, moaning while she pleasured him, swallowing an entire 3 Musketeers, hastily chewing a packet of M&Ms as she sucked on each of his fingers, devouring a Milky Way as she rubbed her perfect, creamy breasts on his upper body, and ate a Twix, slowing down as his stomach began to fill with thick, gooey chocolate. Her hand continued to gently stroke his cock while she continued to suck on his neck and torso, leaving hickeys shaped and colored like dark red rose-buds, and encouraging him to swallow the last of the Twix bar.
Now incredibly full and feeling bloated from the wine and the candy, Zack was about to question her when she passionately kissed him then said, “I think I should go back to my place now… I have a paper due tomorrow. I’d like to see you tomorrow, though, perhaps I could treat you to dinner?” He obliged, and they walked back hand in hand.
To be continued.
