His evening shared

chapter 2

I see you swim into reality and become aware of me. "hello lover" I whisper.

as I pull your belly mound toward me, i part your legs again so you can again feel it moving over your fattened pubic pad and know you are overcome by the intensity of it all. your belly fuller and riper than ever, I watch you lie there... panting... incredibly aroused as am I, knowing you are experiencing that beautiful erotic pain of fullness.

i urge you up and gently guide you to your hands and knees. i brace you with pillows and pull your knees back so your belly hangs free.

you are nervous, but willing, and enjoy the heavy feeling as it hangs and swings beneath you. you expect me to slide a measuring tape around you, to mark your growth when I have you like this...you are curious, and supremely excited.

i calm you. i stroke your distended sides paying particular attention to the underbelly, now hanging almost vertically in front of your pubic area. it is my favorite spot. it is like a soft wall of fattened flesh, my fingers sink into it gently as i probe and loosen the underlying muscles.

you feel me at your right hip alternating working from the side and between your legs. my head is close so i can see and touch with my lips the texture of your skin. the odour of your recent bathing lingers. my fingers continue their deep exploration, moving higher and higher up your underbelly to where your belly leaves your body. there i massage, coaxing your abdominal muscles to relax and to let your belly drop even more.

you are totally relaxed. you've never felt your abdomen so large before, so large and full. all you can feel is my hands and your stretching skin. your mind is focused only on the feel of them.

you beg me... "feed me again." i listen but don't answer.

all sounds disappear except our breathing. you hear a rustle of fabric and then the cool slick surface of my measuring tape as i gauge your progress. you hear my startled intake of breath.

you feel my hands on your upper belly. i am testing how fast your stomach is emptying into your intestines. yes, it is time for another feeding, i can feel you softening. i can see your lower abdomen has distended further than i have seen it before. but how do i feed you and keep you relaxed? i sit next to you rubbing the small of your back as i think. i watch you moan and writhe with the pleasure of your own thoughts...touching your belly...holding it...stroking it...widening your legs to let it snuggle between them.

god how I want you inside me, under me, but maybe i should wait though i am incredibly aroused at the sight of you, more than i can remember being. you are fabulously beautiful, grossly gorged and gently writhing next to me almost helpless. but i decide I'll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.

your capacity is staggering; you collapse back onto the cool pillows again completely full. every inch of you is full of fattening food. you are moaning softly as i lower you to your side, your belly spilling out on the bed next to you. you are not in discomfort, but you are fuller and heavier than you have ever been. such sweet fullness.

i oil this soft protuberance, pulling and stretching and soothing it. you sigh with pleasure, it is like a live thing, pulsing with every breath you take. yet you are detached from it, amazed at it, you can't keep your hands off it. distended, full.

no, i say, soon i will make it larger. fatter. soon it will become your only reason for existence. your world will collapse into a small focus only on it and only the sensation of it being continually stretched.

but you ache for me, wanting me to make love to you, to be inside me as one. you are so ready for it, dying for it. you want me to cradle against you, riding you slow...and sensual. you have grown too fat for us to do otherwise. you want me to lean into you...impale myself upon you, and holding your belly, move against you slowly...very slowly.

i consider...the temptation is immense. i would tease your beckoning and throbbing manhood with my womanhood and then slip onto you deeply, holding there for an instant and then withdrawing to tease you again. from above, my breasts resting on the tight, swollen crown of your belly, my hands slipping down its sides and below it, massaging as you enter me. how glorious it would be for us both.

but no. not tonight...you must rest. and fatten for me.

perhaps when you are larger. fuller. fatter.

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want to play? Looking for a curious, sensual lady of any legal age and any size... a sense of humor and an open, literary mind is a plus. ...one who would enjoy exploring online erotic fantasies of a fattened body, either yours or mine... preferably mine, although i am easily convinced otherwise. nothing personal, no attachments, for mutual pleasure only.