chapter 3

Part iii
I went to him. And I sat in front of him. And I kissed his salty sweet forehead, wiping away his tears with my lips as I tenderly moved to his cheeks. He put his arms around my delicate back, and suddenly we were hugging desperately and tragically and strangely, him half naked and teary, me, at first nervous and tense, finally giving in and stroking the back of his head that was now on my shoulder, rubbing his cramping back that had to carry the weight of his stuffed belly. I just sat there and held him for awhile, tracing the line of his spine down his back as he shuddered, feeling his sensitive paunch press into me.
As soon as I pulled away I knew something was terribly wrong. He was drenched in sweat and he looked pale and weak, much like the guy from last week, and it scared the hell out of me. I knew what was going to happen.
"Where's your bathroom? We need to get there asap," I said, maybe with a bit too much worry and force, because I saw the faint look of panic on his teary and clammy face, disguised by exhaustion.
"It's... It's down the hall on.... On the left.."
"I don't feel so good," he added a few moments later.
I helped him up, his body sagging into mine, his gorged belly straining against the waistband of his briefs. We hobbled to the bathroom, and I helped him lower himself to the floor near the toilet. It was still dark, so I turned on the small light above his glass shower instead of the full on bright lights above the sink. He was hurting and in bad shape. He held his head over the bowl and started to heave, over- stretched belly trying to pump out what we had packed into it. He groaned in between the heaving and coughing.
"Shhhhhh," I said quietly, "it's going to be alright... I promise. You're going to be okay... I'm so sorry this happened to you your first time." He started to heave again, then hiccuped once more- one small hiccup that turned the heaving into full out gagging as he threw up again and again into the toilet bowl. I kneeled behind him, molding my body to his lightly freckled back, holding back his lanky sweat-soaked hair as he hunched over the toilet bowl, lightly rubbing his sore stomach.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry-" I felt shitty and responsible.
After a few more minutes he pulled himself together, at least enough to straighten his spine a little, and he took a big breath in, and then let it out, shuddering, suddenly collapsing backwards into me, my back pressed into the wall, his into mine. His eyes were squeezed shut. I moved my arms and hands around him a little more, starting at his collarbones, grazing his nipples, caressing the swell of his belly. I put one finger in his belly button, tracing circles in it as I started to softly kiss his still clammy neck, which vibrated a little when he moaned each time by finger went around his navel. His eyes were closed. He started to talk softly. His voice was gravelly and slightly raspy.
"I'm sorry... I'm not usually like this... I was so nervous and on top of that stuffed to the breaking point. I'm sorry I probably ruined this for you. I feel so disgusting... but in some twisted way this feels honest at the same time- I've been fighting the urge to do this for...too long. Way too long."
"You didn't ruin anything," I promised. I moved my hands down lower to the waistband of his briefs, putting my hands under it's stretched form, working my fingers along the lowest part of his belly, the bulge of it juxtaposed to his hip bones. I moved my lips up to his ear.
"When you gain weight, it will all start to go right around here." I whispered into his ear.
"Mmmm," he breathed. "That feels- nobody's ever rubbed me down when I'm stuffed before," He drew in a breath sharply as I traced his happy trail with my fingertips and began to move two of my fingertips around and in his navel. "God that feels so damn good. I can't wait to get fat for you... My gut is going to be so thick."
"I don't know how you'll look in a month- but I can tell you right now that tomorrow you're going to be so bloated..." My voice trailed,"...your pants might not even fit." He grabbed my hand and rested it higher, where his stretched upset stomach was pressing tight against his skin, and he kept his hot clammy hand on top of mine. I traced my fingertips sensually up and down his arm and shoulder, still placing small kisses on his earlobes and along his jawline as his heavy body smushed me more and more into the wall. He interlaced his fingers with mine. He turned so that his shoulder was pressed against the wall, and he outstretched his legs. In a sudden movement he had scooped me up so that my legs were draping over his broad lap. He pushed me up against the wall, his beautiful lips dancing on mine as he kissed me hard- hands on the back of my neck, strong arms pinning me to him. His breath was sour, but I didn't care. I wanted him so ***ing badly.
"Stay."
"I-"
"Stay." There was a long pause.
"But..."
"Stay." His gold-green eyes were beautiful. His dewy forehead was pressed into mine. Every so often when he blinked our eyelashes brushed together. He pulled away and used the wall to balance as he stood up- albeit not without a struggle. I stayed there for a moment- me looking up at him, him looking down at me. The golden hair on his calves bled into the softer and shorter hair of his thighs that trailed mysteriously up into his skin tight briefs, then trickled deliciously up to his deep navel. He was bloated all right. But on top of all the bloat there was a bit of dimpled and stretched softness that sat low but not unnoticed on his torso. I brought my eyes up to where one of his strong hands was resting on the curved shelf of his stuffed, distended, bulging stomach, then up a little more- across the rising and falling of his rib age that shone through his skin in the right light as he breathed, up to his sweaty neck that rose from thick curved collarbones and into strong shoulders, and finally up to his thick, rosy, and well oiled lips, then to his eyes, which met mine from under long strands of cool blondish hair to which his perspiration clung.
I got up and without a word went to the light switch and turned it off, walking through the hallway, moving one shoulder out from under my thin tee-shirt, lifting it over my breasts and over my shoulders and finally over my head as I walked to his room. I stripped out of my shorts in the dark. I heard him come in after me, the light coming from the hallway flickering as he paused in the doorway. Coming up really close he put a hand on my waist, then lifted my hair away with the other as he put his lips to my neck.
My hand in his he pulled me into the cool percale sheets of his bed. He lay on his side. Behind him I comforted him and rubbed his belly and tried to ease the pain of his aching girth and sore tummy as he fell asleep, moaning in his dreams as his body turned rich food into soft body fat that would swell his thick midsection in the morning.