chapter 2

Somehow you manage to reach around me and rearrange my pillows so that I am supported from behind by them and by you in the front.... my belly flowing over your lap and thighs as if it was your own, your full breasts resting on top of my belly. 



"God yes," I repeat, as I feel you against me. "Lord your breasts are so heavy" and I gently stroke their sides, feeling them move and slide on my belly as you breathe. 



Your touch is magical, your fingers knowing exactly how and where to touch me to excite me most, your fingers moving slowly over the swollen curves of my body, sliding into the creases of my fat rolls of flesh. 



My fingers find the hardened points of your now erect nipples and as I brush them you groan and shudder, your spasming body clenching mine and I gasp from your strength. 



We cling tight to each other endlessly, timelessly, feeling warm soft fat against fat, melting into each other, becoming one lusting creature, your encapsulation of me magnifying the huge size of my abdomen.

I look down and see the round curve of it between your arms, not quite believing I have gotten so fat under your encouragement.

I feel it expanding outwards although I know it is not; it's projection a result of the firm pillows you've placed at the small of my back.

Your hands moving over it seems to take forever because I have grown so big, so soft and malleable below, firm and tight above. 



Your exploring fingers and tongue find hard fat, firm fat, soft fat, smooth fat, textured fat, fat so deep and soft that cannot be fully penetrated with your fingers. 



Fat so buttersoft that, drawing your finger across it, almost leaves a wake. I am so soft that when you pat my belly on one side, each stroke causes fat on the rest of my belly to move. You are delighted, incredibly aroused, your warm wetness pooling between my thighs wicking under my belly.

I know you are incredibly turned on by the changes in my body, Do you wonder what it feels like to be so hugely fat? Yes, and you explore deeper, lifting it and squeezing it endlessly. Each time you touch me electric.

I love being this way for you; letting you sculpt me, distort my body for your pleasure...for our pleasure.

Now you make me move for you...your eyes half lidded as they follow me, your breathing quickening as you watch me, one arm cradling your breasts, the other covering your womanhood, feeling your fingers slip inside as I stand for you, sit for you, kneel on hands and knees for you, as I do feeling you stroke my hanging fat with your warm, pre-cum juices, holding the palm of your hand gently against it in different spots, feeling it bulge and sway as I move and pose for you.

I move again for you, obedient to your unspoken desires to a special platform you have created for me for my display.

"Yes baby, up on your display where I can see you, see how big you've gotten for me." You have to help me, guiding my hands and knees into position onto low padded risers positioned and carefully separated for them, far enough apart my belly no longer brushes against my thighs but swings free, my belly swaying in a heavy curve below me, gravity pulling the great soft mass earthward.

The platform is high enough for you to crawl underneath me, kneading my hanging fat, pulling, stretching pushing, moving it in circles, up and down until you hear me groan in exquisite pleasure.

You know I am now as ready as you are, the thick layers of belly fat fully stretched, my groin pulsing as my throbbing manhood moves in your expert hands as you reward me.

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