chapter 6

*apologies for the two year intermission*

A few days had passed and they had seen little of each other due to various commitments. Annita wouldn't indulge in another feast until she sussed out John's fetishes and thoughts on big women. She had dreamed about being a record breaking colossus but knew from documentaries, forums and porn that the later stages could not be done alone. Though, the fantasy of having four or five feeders/FAs living with her, bending to her whim was quite entertaining but she thought it would be better to be in love with someone who shares a mutual affinity. She knew it was day-dream soppiness but didn't care, happiness was all that truely mattered.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for a while they were in contact daily, general chit chat and the odd risqué steamy message from time to time. John, arranged for catch up drinks. They met and had a jolly time, not consuming as much as their previous encounter but enough to be merry and dissolve any nervous tension that had built from not seeing each other for a while as they were not official in any way. They laughed and giggled together and gradually sat closer and closer together throughout the night. Both not wanting it to end, John invited her back to his but Annita used to positive opportunity to bring him back to hers. They got a swift taxi back, a cheeky glass of wine and snuggled close on the sofa. He had his hand on her upper thigh and her turned to him stroking the back of his head and shoulders.

She plucked up the courage "so...you like bigger girls"
He grinned, an inward chuckle. "Yeah" was his Cheshire Cat response.
"And what do you think of me"
"I think you look wonderful, very beautiful, you're funny and i think we get along really well" trying awkwardly to make himself seem that he just cares about the physical things. A character of depth he was hopelessly trying to manufacture.
"I know that, I'm fabulous but I meant this..." spoken as she rolls her eyes across her body
"I think it's wonderful"
"Noticed any...improvements" raising her eyebrows in a cheekily seductive move
"Well, I did notice your belly does seem a little more rounded than before and you feel a bit fuller"
"Do you like it"
He hesitantly looked away, he had never discussed his inner most fetishes to anyone. At least never spoken outloud to a real person before, he couldn't quite believe what he was experiencing. It was as if he had hit the jackpot a million times over. He thought there must be a catch.
"Yeah" upon his reply his voice broke and gave a humerous teenage pitch change devoid him of any sense of authority or masculinity.
She chuckled and edged him to go on
"So what what do you like Mr"
"I like big curvy women...the bigger the better"
"Mmmmmm, the bigger the better you say? You know I was a lot bigger than this a while ago"
He smirked, "yeah I know, I came and did some temping near your office and saw you, pretty impressive. Shame you lost it all" he closed with a playful chuckle.
The flirtation was heavy, they both knew what each other was getting at but neither wanted to be the one to broach the subject until...
"So, if I was to...you know...go back to how I was and then some, what would you think" she said sheepishly whilst feeling his erection press against her soft thigh and his hand becoming warmer to the touch.
"Erm, yeah, that would be, great" tumbling over his words, feeling his erection poke against her thigh.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, finished her wine and gave him the nod to follow her up to bed.

As he followed her upto bed, his eyes were transfixed upon her rounded ass cheeks, oscillating with every step, almost hugging the walls of the stair case. She purposefully walked up the stairs in such a fashion that would highlight her rear asserts knowing he would be watching.

They kissed passionately and clambered into bed mid stripping off in the process. She rolled over, onto his chest and looked into his eyes as sunk his hands into the softest part of her waist.
"You know, it would be nice if there was a certain someone who could give me a helping hand in restoring me to my former glory"

He agreed and began to once again kiss her sensually, massaging her curves whilst she bagan to grind herself against him. Removing any further clothing in the process, skin on skin contact, feeling each other's warmth. She straddled his waist, her bum almost reaching his knees and belly sitting comfortably on his, coming short of his nipples whilst rubbing her clitoris against his hardened penis. He continuously ran his hands over her thighs, belly, breasts. Anything of hers he could reach he would touch, mapping out her contours. She loved the sensation and what was before a drunk foray this was now the first of mutual fondness for one another albeit sexually charged from the potential of their fantasies coming to life.

The morning after they awoke early both knowing they had work. John reluctantly got dressed in last night's clothes knowing he had to go home and get changed before work. She agreed to drop him off at home on the way to work. He mentioned that wouldn't she be really early but she said she had something to picked up anyway and off they went. After dropping him off she knew where she was going, straight to the shop to load up for the day, just like old times. She went into the shop and grabbed loads of multipack chocolate bars and milkshakes to fill up her handbag for lunch time. Then off to her local 24hr fast food venue for her extra breakfast, just like the olden days.

She got to work a little stuffed, thinking, this lifestyle may actually take me a while to get used to again. She sat down heavily in her chair, looking around at her desk having a little nostalgia trip and pretending she was a lot bigger than she was, reminiscent but looking forward of what would be to come.

Lunchtime came and she knew what to do. She gathered her sizeable handbag and set off to the ladies toilets to reclaim her throne! She didn't eat much during the first half of the day as she really wanted to savour this return of a cherished ritual. She set an alarm so she wouldn't be late back and began to tuck in. She was eating all manor of sorts, double choc, triple choc, marshmallows, everything just one after another like a conveyor belt into her mouth. Wrappers just falling down her everywhere. She slowed a little after the fist half hour, feeling bloated, still she carried on. The alarm went and she shoveled two more mars bars in. She looked down and saw there was still two dozen left of various popular confectionary. She thought, she's got five minutes to get to her desk she can nail that lot in three and get back in time so she began on the last lot, really wanting that sense of accomplishment. She just about ate the last one, physically pushing it down her throat! He belly was swollen and protruded far, the buttons on her blouse were tight, she looked down and all she could see were her sizeable breasts which had been pushed up by her tummy that she very gently caressed. She gave herself a moments respite and looked at the time and she was twenty minutes late back! The shock, she haphazardly brought herself into her feet and rushed, well as quick as she could considering back to her desk.

Leaving the bathroom and walking down the corridor to her desk it felt as if someone had strapped a heavy balloon to the front of her. This protrusion in front of her was an abnormal feeling that she hadn't felt for a while, she felt very erotically stimulated with all the new weight pressing on her sexual organs. Eventually reaching her desk, luckily no one was there and so she just sat down (the best she could) as if she had been perfectly on time. To her joy there was a note on her desk in John's handwriting saying that he tried to find her at lunchtime so left her lunch he bought her under her desk. To which, she lethargically shuffled back in her chair to spot a substantial Black Forest gateau awaiting her. After gingerly leaning under her desk to retreave such a delight whilst trying not burst the balloon she had recently acquired she opened it, grabbed a nearby spoon (there was always cutlery readily available on her desk) and began to graze on the large party size cake whilst strolling through spreadsheets.

Her belly nestled comfortably between her legs, spreading her thighs. She had lowered he chair so her belly could sit under the desk and ber breasts on top. That way at least she could reach her keyboard and mouse and done some work between mouthfuls. Upon greater consumption, her stomach was really feeling the strain. She unbuttoned her trousers under her desk and lifted her belly up and out of its initial trouser/fat dam restriction and let it drop between her legs. Instant gratification as the relief of pressure come over her, she felt her belly double in size causing her blouse to rise up a little and putting even more strain on those poor buttons. Luckily she had a corner desk so no one could really see what was going on underneath. So, with the capacity restrictive off, she carried on with that cake, finishing it off double time.