chapter 2: joining forces

Martha was ecstatic.

Her girlfriend Claire had been gaining weight for a few months now, and Martha was loving it. She loved Claire whether she was skinny, chubby, or morbidly obese, but she had to admit that watching her girlfriend fill out was a huge turn on for her. Martha, who was tall and athletic herself, adored Claire's increasingly rounder and softer form, often gazing at her girlfriend's stomach after a big meal, when her shirt was riding up, exposing the red stretch marks that laid against her pale skin. And when Claire moaned and belched, so lost in the bliss she felt when eating that she didn't even notice the sounds she was making, all Martha wanted to do was lay her down and feed her till she felt like bursting, before diving between her legs and pleasuring her all night long.
But she found it sexiest when Claire completely overstuffed herself, not noticing just how full she was until she had finished all of her food, leaving her a whimpering mess, vulnerable and helpless. Which is why, when Martha came home from work to find her girlfriend sitting on the couch, surrounded by empty food packages with her gut hanging out of her shirt, she felt like she had just been given the best surprise ever. Yes, Martha was ecstatic.

Claire seemed to be rather embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but Martha felt a sudden rush of confidence as she walked towards the couch. She picked up the slice of pizza and sat herself down on Claire's lap, straddling her bloated stomach with her slender legs. Martha laid one hand on the side of the blonde's face, hinting at her to open her mouth, while the other slowly moved the pizza closer to Claire's lips. "C'mon darling, open up." Martha said in a low, seductive voice. Handfeeding her girlfriend pizza was incredibly exciting for the 24 year old woman, but she remained calm nonetheless. "That's it... Good girl." She commented as Claire gobbled up the food. When she was done she moaned and rubbed her belly. "Oof... I really... Urgh... Overdid it... This time..."

Martha got off of Claire's lap and sat down next to her, giving the blonde belly rubs to soothe her aching stomach. "So. This turns you on just as much as it turns me on?"
Claire nodded. She looked at Martha, "If I had known sooner..." "Yeah, me too... We could've had a lot of fun with those first few pounds. But hey, what's done is done. How big do you want to get?"
Claire thought for a while. "Not more than 350. I still want to be able to walk and take care of myself. But it's not the numbers that get me going. I just love food; I love feeling full. I love having my belly resting in my lap after a big meal, and I love pushing the limits to see just how much I can eat. That's what does it for me." "I love that." Martha said, "And I would be honoured to see for myself just how much you can eat."
The two girls smiled at each other, happy to have revealed their secret desires. Suddenly, Martha thought of something: "So... Who's gonna clean up this mess?"