Chapter 4

... the strain of holding in the water, and the pain in my belly too much, not to mention my belly is in the way of letting me urinate, since I can't even shift it a little. Also I am still rock hard and erect, my muscles clamped my bladder tight. I have never been this erect for so long.

“Let it go baby” you say, as you massage the small of my broad back.Somehow I finally relax, my flow starts and it is an incredible relief. I am used to holding the water in my colon now and amazed in how it pushed me out in a huge round ball. Equally amazing is the sensation of deflating, becoming soft and flabby.

I am becoming cold and try to get to my feet but my still distended abdomen is again in the way. I have learned I need to force my knees wider now to make room to lean forward before standing. My attempt meets with success and I stagger to my feet, feeling my underbelly once again warm on my thighs. I crave a shower to cleanse myself and manage to start the hot water running.

I am so big now, everything is difficult and I begin to pant from this minor exertion. However I am successful and manage to sink into the slowly filling tub. I sigh with relief as the hot water surrounds me and my new fat becomes bouyant.

You come and kneel next to the tub, your eyes moist. “I climaxed while watching you just now” you said “God, I want to squeeze you between my thighs and feel you inside me, filling me as I have filled you.”

I wash myself with your help. Your eyes, watching me, are deep and mysterious and an enigma to me. I slip back into the tub, my still swollen gut rising out of the soapy water like a small island, my fat breasts like two sister islands. You lean over me, still watching me. Suddenly you grab my stretched skin and shake it, seemingly insensitive to any pain I experience.

Your grip is painful on my belly fat and when you shake it hard, almost violently, great waves of warm splash out and dampen your front. You ignore the wetness, but I couldn't help but notice how the water molded the fabric of your thin robe against your succulent breasts, your breathing accentuating their exquisite shape.

Once you finished washing my hair, you sigh and rest your head on my shoulder. "I love doing this to you baby, you have no idea how turned on I am."

I also am turned on and want to encourage you "yes lover, I promise to do exactly what you say no matter how much it hurts. You know I want to grow fatter for you, you know I do. You know I love the weight of my belly, the feel of it on my thighs when I sit, the feel of your hands on it as you make slow love to me. I will be good, I will be your fat pony and fatten and grow for you "

You towel dry my hair before helping me get out of the tub, knowing that I’m tired from the hot water enveloping my soft, swollen body. You whisper "I want to keep you full for a few days yet. Will you do that for me?"

I nod, suddenly and inexplicably hungry despite my fullness and massage my slack underbelly as I stand for you, letting you dry my body off. It takes awhile as there is a lot of surface area to dry, but I suddenly feel good, to be desired by you and an emotion washes over me loving you and wanting to please you. Now more than anything I want to feel you ride me, gasping as you begin your slow orgasm, I want to reward you however I can, and I can begin by staying full and distended for you.