chapter 4 - moving in to fatten up

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Later that night in bed, in the silence of post-orgasmic bliss, I was rubbing her distended belly when she came right out and asked if I would help her get fat.

“I suppose I already am,” I said, giggling and trying to be a bit non-committal about the whole thing.

“But I mean, I need a lot of help.” She paused and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “Fattening me up may be a full-time job.” She paused before the question I knew was coming poured out between those shapely lips. “Can I move in with you?” she asked, her eyes shining in the dark room.

With a little reluctance – very little, actually – I consented. “Yes, yes,” I practically gushed, immediately wanting to swallow the words back up. I had had a lot of lovers, but I had always drawn the line and never let any of them come live with me. I don’t know why I made an exception for Carly. Probably something to do with the promise inherent in that cute bloated belly pushing against me in the dark.

I had broken my own rule about not letting any girl live with me until things were really serious. I was always cautious about the reality of that old joke: “What do new lesbians bring to a second date?” Answer: “A U-Haul.”

In fact, we rented a U-Haul that next afternoon, and Carlie moved in. How cliche! She bought groceries, and we had a feast that first night – both in the kitchen and in the bedroom. Her flat belly once again swelled up so beautifully.

And we both found immense pleasures in rubbing it and stuffing it. It seemed to make the s both so orgasmic, and I never came as hard as I did that night. I was really falling for her and her devotion to becoming thenperfect lover for me.

The next morning, I treated her to breakfast in bed, a four-egg omelet, eight slices of bacon, toast, butter, jam and a box of pastries. At the sight of all that food, her eyes bugged out. This was way beyond any amount she had ever eaten at one setting.

“Where do you expect me to put all that?” she gasped.

As an answer, I patted her little tummy.