Chapter 5 - "oh oh oh oh oh ..."

"Oh, are you sure?" Leila asks, teasingly pulling her mouth a few inches away from Samantha who now looks down at her with an expression of eager excitement. Leila grins wickedly at her lover. "Are you sure? You want me to stop?"

"Don't' stop. Don't' stop. Just eat me out, Leila, please, you've gotten me so horny," Samantha whispers, almost out of breath.

"You don't want to be immobile, dear?" Leila asks with a wicked tone. "Maybe I'd better stop?"

"No, no, just, ahhhhhh, take care of me." Samantha is breathing very hard now, in quick gasps.

"Oh, I'll make sure I take care of your every need." Leila places her tongue shallowly into Samantha, then brings it back into her mouth to speak. "I'll take care of your appetites for food and sex. I'll bring you food and *** you while you eat. I'll eat you out, mmmm, you taste so good, like fresh cinnamon rolls from the bakery, yummy."

Leila puts her entire mouth over Samantha's pussy, now exploring it with her tongue and lips, licking and sucking madly. Samantha feels like she is on the edge of heaven - or hell.

Samantha catches her breath after a few moments and exclaims, "I want to be immobile!" Leila's face retreats again, and she smiles wickedly as she looks up into Samantha's hazel eyes.

"I know you do," Leila says. "I consider that a promise, and I'm going to make you keep it. When you can no longer get out of bed, I will keep you satisfied, haha, well, temporarily. Until you get horny again and hungry again almost immediately. Your life will be nothing but food, fat and ***ing."

Samantha is near tears. "You'll do this everyday? For me?" she asks, then starts to whimper.

"Sure will. And all you have to do now is eat for me. And get fatter. Now, finish those fries and that shake."

Samantha is fully crying now, tears of joy gush as she eats more and more of the fries and enjoys the pleasure of Leila's mouth upon her. "That's how I like it," she whispers as Leila both sucks and licks her at the same time, rhythmically building up speed.

"You eat the food I cook and bake and serve you, and I eat you. What could be better than that?" Leila hums the words into Samantha's pleasure grotto.

"Nothing unless you get really fat also," Samantha says, then puts her hand to her lips, shocked that has admitted this to her lover.

"Oh, haha." Now it's Leila's turn to chuckle nervously. "I might get a little plump for you if you want me to, Sam. You do make chubbiness look positively endearing. But I can't get too fat. Gotta take care of you when you get immobile."

"Anything, anything. Just finish me off," Samantha groans lustily, fantasizing about Leila getting a little belly and bouncing it on top of her huge belly.

Leila's mouth is latched to Samantha's pussy folds, as her tongue whips in circles. Samantha imagines how she will look someday with love handles the size of her current belly. She thinks about growing lazy, her muscles going all soft until one day when she can't get up out of bed.

Her mind drifts to how much she has gained. "33 pounds in two months!" she thinks as Leila builds up a pace. "That means, I could gain 100 more pounds in the next half-year, oh my. I could be more than 250 by Christmas!

Christmas! And Thanksgiving! All that food and feasting. Just the thought of it all makes Samantha squirm as Leila's tongue drills into her. She feels Leila's hands on her love handles squeezing them roughly.

"Ohhhhh ohh ohh ohh," she begins rhythmically moaning to the pulse of Leila's tongue and lips.

"My body will be consumed in fat," she thinks. She envisions her face widening into a big round pie-like shape, her cheeks growing full and chubby, her double chin turning into a triple chin, then quadrupling.

Fat will be hanging off every part of Samantha's body, her arms soft and flabby, huge globs of fat drooping from her upper arms and wobbling when she moves them as she forks up some mashed potatoes and gravy into her fat face.

She thinks of Leila squeezing her face up between her thickened thighs, thighs which will soon be the size of tree trunks but all soft and mushy, covered with mounds of cellulite. Imagine when Leila can no longer fit her face between those thighs because they are smushed together and unable to part enough. How tortuous that will be!

Just the thought of this excites Sam, and she tingles with desire to be done.

"Oh oh oh oh oh..."