Chapter 2 - speaking in tongues

"Oh, God!" you exclaim. Few humans ever get to feel this much joy! We know that. If only they could and would do this, they would not be so miserable and so unhappy and so much searching for what they do not know.

You lean over further and put your lips to my left nipple which is huge -- nearly thumb-sized with an aereola the size of a silver dollar. Your lips encase this one place of hardness, erectness, a hardened nipple upon such a soft bowl of jelly -- my manboob which you grab with your fingers, your finger nails digging into the softness of it, like you can't get enough.

"Oh God, oh God," I weep, not from sadness but from joy, so much joy it overwhelms me.

I am overcome with the power of this moment, at this second, the emotions, the feelings I have for you, my senses are on overload, the sight of your body, your hair, the feel of your lips, so tender as you suckle at my man-boob, the feel of your fingers pressing into my flesh and my flab pushing between your fingers, enveloping them, the taste of chocolate, as I conjure the taste of you, so sweet, so mmmm, the feel of your juices now dripping onto me, filling my deep, wide belly button until it overflows.

I feel those sensuous juices flowing down both sides of my body, running into the fat folds of my belly and love handles, the taste of chocolate upon my tongue which hungers for those juices, to lick you, to swallow your sensuality, the feel of your thighs around me, so much softer than they once were, you remember, when we met, and you were so hot and muscular and strong-legged, those thighs, now so soft, mushy, creamy, dreamy, the smell of bread baking in the kitchen, for later, when in post-ecstasy, you will continue to feed me, warm bread with butter melted on it, mmm, this is the stuff of life, of real life, of real living... and we know it.

My senses fill to overflowing, my nostrils flare at the smells of chocolate and of sex, of our bodies sweating that kind of salty-sweet perspiration which only comes from arousal.

Our beastly selves, giving in to our basest desires, not able to contain ourselves any more than my old pants can contain the belly you have grown on me, any more than your top can contain the breasts which now, so much bigger and softer, lay atop my belly as your mouth, that warm mouth, mmm, takes in as much of my moob flesh as it can, biting me, licking me, sucking me as if my breasts will soon spout the sustenance of life you so desire -- and I so desire.

My senses, the feeling of every cell, of every nerve, as we rub our bodies and souls into each other, grinding our very beings together as if we know we can just make us two into one -- two souls, two spirits, becoming one in that moment which has been building and building, too much, I think and yet I want more and more and you do too. I can feel that in your lips.

Sensations now explode as you lift your belly away from mine and then drop it, the slapping sweaty bellies colliding in an sharp smacking sound, then pulling apart from their suctioned pressure, then again and again, your body moves away and toward me in violent sensuous movements, slapping with the sound and spray of our sweat and your sweet vaginal juices.

I want to close my eyes, it is so much sensory overload. But I can't. The sights, the sounds, the tastes, the feel, the smell of all this love overpowers our bodily senses, and overflows into our very souls.

We are here, but we are nowhere, we are elsewhere, we are everywhere. Our love and desires are in the smallest molecule of this universe, and our wanting fills us up so much, that we explode in joy, our love and wanting and yearning fills the entire universe now, expands like a new star expanding, glowing, shining, showing itself to all. We are lost in this reverie of ribald, raw passion, and our pathway is not certain, but we know we must go on with this, no matter what or how it all ends.

The virile aroma fills the room, overpowering the baking bread, overpowering the smell of chocolate and spices and cheeses and lasagna, overpowering us.

And that strong aroma is us, the animalistic smell of sweat and throbbing pulsing love, the smell of my juices leaking out of me, of your juices leaking out of you, we are wet and sticky with that smell, hot with the heat of the beasts within us, those beasts which we have released, which we have freed to roam about in our actions, in our appetites, in our lustful, greedy desires, no longer just human, but the desires of beasts, horny and hungry and wanting more and more and more.

"Mmm mm oh my God!!" you exclaim. "I am going crazy. I want more them anything to have you become my fat pig. I want to sit atop your fat body forever and stuff you till you pass out and you wake up to me rubbing all over that gorgeous soft body of rolls that I have created."

I answer with a grunt, like a mindless hog, no longer human, just beast. I see you smile wickedly, then close your eyes as you continue to suck upon my nipple. I try to speak, but again it is all a litany of words making no sense, sounds which form the language of lust so large, and so determined, and so unable to help itself or ever be satisfied upon this earth. I sing a song and a poem and an ode of praise for us and our love.

No one can translate this poem, this song. No one knows the meaning of it each sound, and yet we know the meaning of it all. We know exactly what it means.

Our bodies heat up like sweet fat loaves in a warm oven, we expand like yeast-raising breads, sweet and soft and oh, so delicious! As I spout more poetic praise for your lustful movements, you suck hard on my nipple, nearly nibbling it off, the pain and pleasure mix for me, you suck the tip of my man-tit hard between your lips, and then it pops out, as you sit up, then lie back down upon me. I am your soft sensuous mattress, fat rolls you have created, soft places, crevices and folds between flab, flab made by you and your loving care and kindness.

Your gorgeous body now presses into mine, rubbing all over me, back and forth, your softness against my softness, fleshiness against flesh. Your body has changed too since you got to know the wonders of overeating, growing bigger, inflating, growing softer and flabbier.

Every cell of your body and soul hunger now not only for food but for understanding, for wisdom, for what-the-heck-is-life-all-about, the answers to mysteries down through the ages. You have unleashed your true nature, the nature of a beautiful joyous creature who wants nothing more than pleasure, and you sit up atop me and squeeze the sides of my belly with your thighs as you writhe about in the throes of a pleasure so few humans ever get to experience, ever allow themselves to experience.

(more yet to come)