chapter 2

You lean forward, the resulting compression of your abdomen pushing me away. I experience a flicker of sadness before your hands are suddenly at my waist and I feel myself lifted as if in elevator, my thighs parting as my slim ankles are forced to slip either side of your massive waist, my thighs settling into that almost imperceptible depression beneath your overfull stomach and above the bulging sack of your true belly, my ankles raking your sides as a cowboy spurs do the rounded flanks of a bucking bronco, my engorged womanhood, spread wide, I slide in my warm juices now coating your protruding belly.

Your huge hand in the small of my back forcing your soft fat against my widespread cleft I can feel the solid tightness of your gorged stomach, shuddering as I realize the reality of what I an feeling then I hear you whisper "cum for me sweet Venetia, cum for your fat bear."

Like a Pavlovian dog I thrust my hips forwards into you. My thighs are swallowed by the immensity of your belly as warm, heavy fat spreads against my center, one of your paws gripping my waist, the other's thumb resting on the venus mound of my pelvis, soaked with my moisture. My skin is naked and young, while yours is rugged and lightly covered in fur.

I let out a high-pitched cry as you thrust into me, several times my own weight being pushed between my widespread thighs. I am aching for you, desperate for you, needing you to fill me. Powerless to resist your lust for food and for me.

Your thick brow furrows as you lean forwards attempting to see my petite body, or at least, as far as your double chin will allow. You loom beneath me like a landscape, spreading far and impossibly wide.

With a growl and in one swift move, almost gracefully balletic, you reverse our positions and suddenly, briefly, I am temporarily airborne, then landed, my legs widespread as you force them apart again with your hips.

I am your puppet now, you hold all my strings.

Pinning my shoulders down with one hand, your other reaches into my center and gently strokes the lips of my cleft, your fingers sliding in the petals of my womanhood, then deeper.

"Are you big enough to take me inside you baby? Lets see how deep I can get." and removing your finger you center yourself on me by feel alone I am so small, so to allow our coupling I arch my body and rotate my pelvis to receive you.

I guide you with gentle pressure each side of your great hanging belly, your skin smothering my torso. From beneath you, you are colossal, godlike, moving with such purpose and confidence.

I am deep in a state of bliss, being lead by your words and your touch, my hips aching as I stretch wide to receive you. I am immersed in you, and in turn, you are filling me, as your manhood inexorably enters my body. Slow shallow strokes, at first, but increasingly deeper as you lean down low over me, your moist breath washing over my cheeks, bending my head backwards and exposing my supple chest.

You take your delicious time, wanting to extend my pleasure, holding yourself above me, letting the succulent fat I have coated you with drape over me, sliding softly as you move, the only sound is flesh moving against flesh and my sighs as I breathe, enjoying you.

As I arch, trying to take you in deeper, you discovered with some effort you could reach my breasts with your lips without withdrawing, the act did increasing the pressure of your belly against me, and holding me like that I am pinned beneath you like some rare butterfly as you deflower me, suckling the nectar from the tip of each hard pink nipple, feeling them elongate in your mouth.

You feast upon me, more delicious than any 5-star restaurant, more filling than any trip to the buffet. Your soft facial hair tickles my sensitive flesh as my bear once again pushes deeper into me, the scent of your arousal filling the room, intoxicating, hypnotizing. My mind filled with your image, my lips quivering as I imagine you even larger.

"You will eat for me, babe," she whispered softly in between ragged breaths as his weight presses down on her torso. "You will grow for me. I need you to be bigger, fatter. Oh god, please, I need it!" And she did, with every bone in her body. A deep, passionate need for his size, his mass, and his unrelenting hunger.

"Your wish is my command" he smiled, grunting as he thrust into her and rolled onto his back, she impaled, orbiting him like a small moon as she rose above him, straddling his equator with her slim thighs.

He took her hands and placed them either side of his belly. "This is yours," he whispered, "make it as big as you want, as fat as you wish and I will carry it for us" she felt his cock throb as he pulsed inside her, nearing his peak, pushing her toward her own.

She saw his eyes close and his face light up as waves of pleasure washed through them both as his words rang in her ears and his immensity was felt between her hands.

He kneaded the base of her spine as he thrust up into her timing his release with hers, watching her perfect breasts move over him as they breached as one.

She felt her body and heart swell like a tsunami, light as a feather, drifting in him, around him, containing him then settling down gently onto his bell,y floating on him as it rose and fell exploring it with her hands, basking in the afterglow.

Resting her head on his stomach, she could hear the steady thudding of his heart, the still audible gurgling of his dinner slowly turning to new fat. Time again stood still as they lay entwined in each other's embrace, her mind already filled with images of doing this one-, no ... two hundred pounds from now.

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