chapter 11

He waddled over to the counter, taking an eclair from her package of pastries and shoving it into his mouth. "Sorry, come on in," he said with a muffled voice, "feeling super hungry today."

"Really? Even after last night?" Cadence raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, even after last night... one of the most gluttonous nights of my life, maybe," he said self-deprecatingly.

"Aren't you going to finish that?" she motioned to the half-empty can of frosting out on the counter.

Marco shook his head. She didn't believe him. She knew he could finish it, and more. She walked over and handed it to him. His fingers dipped in and scooped out thick mounds of white frosting and greedily licked it off. He dipped his fat fingers back in. The pace at which he sucked down the frosting escalated. He seemed self-conscious and looked away, avoiding eye contact. He stopped when he can was almost empty. Cadence moved her body towards him, pinning him against the counter.

The little air between them was hot. Her hands went back for the can of frosting and she continued to feed him in the same manner with his mouth encasing her fingers slathered with the sugary, fattening frosting. His tongue made effort to leave none behind. It wasn't long before he was finished.

"It's all gone," she told him, feeling up his plump love handles. "How many calories did you just put away? Hmmm," she examined the label. Her slender body continued to pin him against his kitchen counter. "140 calories per serving and 13 servings in the can." She did a quick calculation on her phone. "That's 1,820 calories."

"Ughh and that's just from the frosting alone. I've been eating junk all day long. So much fuc*ing food. Like normal. I'm such a fat pig. And my gut is getting so huge."

Still against his body, pinning him between herself and the counter, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter for him. She leaned in and kissed him. Tastes of sweat, saliva, and sugar. She continued to kiss him as she pivoted around and sat up on the counter. Her legs wrapped around him and she started grinding against his girth. She could the pressure of his fatness on her clit.

He started to pull down his sweatpants, eager to enter her, put she stopped him. She leaned to her left and pulled the box of pastries close. Marco bit his lip as she raised a huge chuck of chocolate-cinnamon coffee cake to his mouth. He greedily put it away and before he could even take a breath she was feeding him another. Crumbs fell into his beard and all over his shirt.

That one went down much slower. "You gotta stop," he winced.

"Stop what?"

"Just, so full..."

She leaned into his ear. "Good," she whispered. She pushed him out of the way and pulled off her leggings and then brought him back in, pulling his sweatpants down.

"Now I'm allowed?" He cracked a smile.

"Just one more," she told him, reaching for the box again.

She grabbed a blondie bar and shoved it in his mouth. Reluctantly, he accepted, moaning softly as he finished it off. She leaned closer to him and started rubbing his thick cock, which was starting to become buried under his fat.

"You're gonna make me so fat," he murmured in her ear.

"Yes I am."

"How fat are you going to make me?"

"As fat, and corpulent, and lazy as you want."

"Is that what you want?"

"Absolutely," she told him as he finally entered her throbbing, wet pussy. She was determined to last longer, to savor this experience, but the feeling of his soft fat slapping against her slim body made her tremble and climax quickly. He came shortly after, fat and out of breath.