Chapter 2

i lower you to the bed and, on my knees beside you, i watch how your belly spreads into your lap. i am amazed it its growth. you wince from the sudden pressure.

noting your distress i push your legs apart to allow your belly room to slip between them. the feel of your belly between your sensitive thighs leaves you breathless. i massage your neck and shoulders, then allow you to lean back against the huge pile of satin pillows. their coolness is soothing to your overheated and over-stretched body. the mountain of your belly rises up before you...so erotic, so overwhelming.

as your belly mound slides toward me, i part your legs again so you can again feel it between your thighs and you overcome by the intensity of it all. your breasts fuller and riper than ever, you lie there...panting...and feeling that beautiful erotic pain of fullness.

i pull you up and gently push you to your hands and knees. i brace you with pillows and pull your knees back so your belly hangs free.

you are nervous, but willing, and enjoy the heavy feeling as it hangs and swings beneath you. you fear i will slide a measuring tape around you, to mark your growth...you are terrified, yet supremely excited.

i calm you. i stroke your distended sides paying particular attention to the underbelly, now hanging almost vertically in front of your pubic area. it is my favorite spot. it is like a soft wall of fattened flesh, my fingers sink into it gently as i probe and loosen the underlying muscles.

you feel me at your right hip alternating working from the side and between your legs. my head is close so i can see and touch with my lips the texture of your skin. the odour of your recent bathing lingers. my fingers continue their deep exploration, moving higher and higher up your underbelly to where your belly leaves your body. there i massage, coaxing your abdominal muscles to relax and to let your belly drop even more.

you are totally relaxed. you've never felt your abdomen so large before, nor your breasts so large and full. all you can feel is my hands and your stretching skin. your mind is focused only on the feel of them.

you beg me... ”feed me again.” i listen but don't answer.

all sounds disappear except our breathing. you hear a rustle of fabric and then the cool slick surface of my measuring tape as i begin to gauge your progress. you hear my startled intake of breath.

you feel my hands on your upper belly. i am testing how fast your stomach is emptying into your intestines. yes, it is time for another feeding, i can feel you softening. i can see your lower abdomen has distended further than i have seen it before. but how do i feed you and keep you relaxed? i sit next to you rubbing the small of your back as i think. i watch you moan and writhe with the pleasure of your own thoughts...touching your belly...holding it...stroking it...widening your legs to let it snuggle between them.

maybe i should wait. though i am incredibly aroused and harder than i can remember being at the sight of you. you are fabulously beautiful, grossly gorged and gently writhing next to me. but i decide I'll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.

your capacity is staggering; you collapse back onto the cool pillows again completely full. every inch of you is full of fattening food. you are moaning softly as i lower you to your side, your belly spilling out on the bed next to you. you are not in discomfort, but you are fuller and heavier than you have ever been. such sweet fullness.

i oil this soft protuberance, pulling and stretching and soothing it. you sigh with pleasure, it is like a live thing, pulsing with every breath you take. yet you are detached from it, amazed at it, you can't keep your hands off it. you beg me to take pictures of you distended, full.

no, i say, soon i will make it larger. soon it will become your only reason for existence. your world will collapse into a small focus only on it and only the sensation of it being continually stretched.

but you hold me, want me to make love to you. you are so ready for it, dying for it. you want me to cradle against you, slow...and sensual. you want me to lean into you...and part you from behind, and holding your belly, move into you slowly...very slowly.

i consider...the temptation is immense. i would tease your beckoning and moist underlips with my hardness and then slip into you deeply, holding there for an instant and then withdrawing to tease you again. from behind, my belly resting on the small of your back, my hands slipping down the sides of your belly and below it, massaging as i enter you. how glorious it would be.

no. not tonight...you must rest. and fatten for me.

perhaps when you are larger. fuller.