The cleansing

chapter 4

I lift you from the sink, still inside you and carry you against my belly back into the shower and hold you there, not wanting to move as the hot water cascades over us

You are limp against my obese form. Hold me my sweet, you whisper, I am spent.

You kiss my face, my eyelids, my lips, my cheeks, loving me.

Somehow I've managed to stay inside you, my belly a great bulging pillow of fat between us.

One hand in the small of your back holding myself inside you, I smooth back your wet hair with the other, feeling the last spasms of your orgasm gently resonating inside you.

You hold my shoulders again and lean back, showing me your breasts, now flushed from your orgasm, your nipples still erect.

You are still gently convulsing as I hold you, small tremors of lingering pleasure.

Sliding your thighs up above my hips you ride me, my belly piled up covering your lower abdomen

Kiss me deeply my sweet, you say, your ankles locked in the small of my back.

I inflate my belly, laughing, as we watch it fill the hollow of yours, both of us knowing it will become bigger.

Oh my darling, you are going to become so very fat for me, you say as if reading my mind. Your sweet roundness, and your strength is an incredible, erotic contrast, but I want more, I want you even fatter.

I smile and nod, yes, I think I can carry another dozen pounds or so if you promise to shower with me like that every night.

Your hands smooth and soft on my lower abdomen; I will always be here, you answer, promising, It will be our sexy night-time ritual, to shower together, then bedding with joy.

You are now drying me off, reaching places I can no longer reach, drying the crease between my belly and pubic fat.

I lift it so you can reach and spread my legs. Drying between my thighs the rough/soft terrycloth is stimulating.

Soft towel on my back too, I give myself over to the sensations, leaning forward to stretch out the creases of my fat, the creases of fat on my back, my full scrotum feels good cupped in your palms as you carefully dry it.

Like a small boy I wriggle with pleasure as you dry me, delighted with your soothing, gentle touch.

Time for bed darling, In the morning I will find my sweet fat lover with his lower belly full, his upper belly empty, soft and liquid, ready to be filled again.

Kissing you in agreement, I carry you sleepy and relaxed to our bed, ponderously sliding in next to you as you face me, your eyes half closed.

Your skin warm and soft as you move against me, your mouth finding mine, my hands once again finding your ripe breasts and tasting your soft sweet lips.

My belly on the bed between us, liquid and soft like your breasts only much much larger, your arms encompassing it.

We have grown this together, you say, squeezing gently, it's as much mine as it is yours. I am fattening you for my pleasure. I like that you carry it for us with obvious pride and equal pleasure.

I sigh as you wrap your arms around it, loving it, loving that I am a receptacle for your love and desire, storing it all inside me, making me pregnant with your loving care, my ultimate capacity yet unknown.

Mmmmm
I snuggle in deeper
just thinking about it
my arms around you

as we slip into dreamlessness

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want to play? Looking for a curious, sensual lady of any legal age and any size... a sense of humor and an open, literary mind is a plus. ...one who would enjoy exploring online erotic fantasies of a fattened body... preferably mine, although i am easily convinced otherwise. nothing personal, no attachments, for mutual pleasure only.