chapter 5

I nod, and with some excitement I let you position my hips on a pillow, so you can more easily slide the tube inside me.

I lean back with a groan and find one large pillow has been strategically placed, rotating my pelvis forward. It is an erotic, vulnerable position and one from which I find difficult to shift my body forward, back or to either side. The position has lifted my belly off my fat pubic pad and I feel the air cool on my erection.

You move my hands and rest them on my still-full gut to keep them out of the way, and kneel down beneath me, begin sliding the tube inside me.

I grunt at the feeling and gasp in surprise. You are between my fat thighs having pushed my knees apart with your elbows. You look at me meaningfully, giving the tube a gentle twist and I shudder. You are obviously enjoying this immensely. I sigh, wanting to please you, and holding the still swollen sides of my belly, relax and let the tube enter deep inside me once again.

I envy your view of me, surrounded on either side by my fat thighs, the great bulge of my belly a horizon above, my navel stretched vertically and deep, surrounded by soft fat. My erection is thick and firm rising above my scrotum.

The tube now pins me again but i remain silent... I am passive and try to will myself to realx and be open to contain anything you wish to fill me with.

As the fluid flows into me I feel you massage my stretched, orgasm-inducing muscles, occasionally gently grasping my erection. I feel my body quake and my loins vibrate...you know me so well and all my buttons. You play me like a musical instrument, bringing me to the absolute brink then holding me there, whispering to me, soundless words of love and praise as you hold me at the very edge of orgasm.

You steady the flow, and it's not nearly as difficult as the first time... I can barely feel it. Only the incredible sensation of slowly inflating.

I can do nothing but let my body absorb the warm fluid. I am helpless and in your complete power, a bloated, fat whale washed up on your shore. I catch a glimpse of myself in the dresser mirror and grow even more erect at the sight...I am hardly recognizable as a male with my fattened, pregnant belly and fat, almost womanlike breasts. My face is rounder than I recall and my head blends into my shoulders, pillowed by a soft roll of fat that once was my neck.

All of it is inside me now, almost 5 quarts you whisper in my ear, lightly tracing over my ballooned gut with your fingernail. You moan softly, irresistably turned on by my soft rolls of fat, and slowly rising belly and you mount my thigh, rubbing against me, not willing to allow yourself intercourse yet, but needing release.

I love the feel of you sliding up and down my plump thigh, gliding on your own juices. You grab handfuls of my fat and use me as a hobby horse or an excercise machine. I watch your muscles swell and relax under your skin, coated with a soft sheen of sweat and passion as you ride me.

In your growing passion you are not the least bit gentle with my sore gut, and ride my tree-trunk like thigh, humping against my round belly. Your pelvis thrusts jiggle my entire body, each thrust you seem to slide more and more underneath this fat apron I have grown. Your eyes are closed and I hear you moan softly again. Every so often your thigh brushes against my erection and I get incrementally closer to my own release.

With a shudder and low groan you finally mount my erection, slipping down the front of my distended abdomen and impaling yourself ... gently riding me, leaning against my stomach, rubbing it's swollen sides. I gasp as you slowly lower yourself onto my shaft, sinking into the saddle my fat makes between my underbelly and thighs. I try to reach you, but you hold my arms away. I am almost delerious with the overwhelming senations of your lithe body against my fat one, being filled and filled and filled, my stomach swelling like a balloon, tight and shiny, yet you still ride me, milking me with your inner muscles, pausing when you feel me near and holding me over, never letting me release.

Your hair falls down across your breasts, and brushes against my expanding gut. Suddenly you climax hard, and fall limp against me, resting your head on my collar bone, panting.

As I feel your inner muscles clench tightly on my member as you finish your first orgasm I can't help myself but explode up into you...

...bucking under you, my buried abdominal muscles spasming painfully because of my great distension. You ride me like a surfer body surfing, your fingers curling over and grasping my rolls of underarm fat as you maintain your superiority over me.

"Oh, you're such a good, good boy, aren't you? Look at my fat pony!" Your hands are as envigorating as are your words. Your soft touch on my heated skin makes me quickly erect again and I feel myself swell within your slowly pulsing vaginal muscles. My eyes beg you to be gentle with me as you slowly, slowly rock back and forth, feeling my shaft move deep within you, the soft fat coated bulge of my fluid-swollen underbelly against your taut pubic triangle.

Your body moving against me, on me, encapsulating me is pure magic. you alternately drape ourself over my swollen belly mound and then lean back, thrusting your hips forward, pushing the mass of my belly up against my chest. You move slow and methodically, almost as if you are timing your thrusts to my breathing.

I watch your face as you move over me, deep in rapture. Your firm breasts swell below you and sway gently, the hardened tips of your nipples erect and firm, the tips moist. You curve yourself over my great curve, your hands everywhere on my fattened body. I raise my thighs slightly and feel you slide into me and I can reach your round hips and feel the muscles there slide against each other as you rock softly back and forth

Suddenly you climax for a third time and cry out, collapsing against my soft skin, kissing my neck, and resting your head on my pillowy chest.

You snuffle, and roll onto the pillows, curling up next to me . Laying your hand across my distended stomach you whisper “ I'm so turned on by the combination- your hard, stuffed stomach, covered by layers of soft, beautiful fat, the skin above it stretched and shiny.” You rub against my tight belly, making tiny mewing sounds, almost whimpering and I am pleased.

I encircle you with my arms, feeling your exquisite breasts mold against me, filling the void between my own breasts and belly. You are small and warm and I feel your breathing gradually slow as I massage your back and neck, holding you against my softness. Your breathing slows and I know you are asleep. Your thighs twitch and occasionally I feel them press up into the underside of my abdomen and I gradually, feel myself slowly slip into sleep, my body radiating heat, warming you as it turns the thousands of calories you have filled me with to buttery soft fat. My mind empties gently, soothingly, wondering what you have planned for me tomorrow.