Chapter 171 - #171 /the lovers fruition/

wanted to ask her, to question her about that look in her eyes. I drew in close, my gut brushing the end of the bed. It was so hard to focus with her looking the way she was. Stripped out of her clothes, more fat than I ever could’ve pictured her in any realistic wet dream. With a big bulging gut and a softness to her frame that made her look oh so delightfully girthy. I opened my mouth looking for words, but I couldn’t find them. My lover kept my mouth from going empty though and filled it with hers. That kiss. Our tongues danced, the sheer weight of her pushing up against me. Her breath hot and steamy against my own. I was completely unable to focus on anything accept her. The sheer scale of her figure. The absolute sex appeal it had. “Not so boring huh” she asked sarcastically, her tone playful, but I could almost hear it break a little. I mustered a squeak. The best I could manage. I had been literally buried in blubber, fondled the over bloated body parts of more massive women and there was an even an argument to be made that some of those women were prettier as well as bigger. Yet none of them had left me so utterly ensnared and tongue tied. “That’s what I like to see” she purred into my ears, before lowering her mouth to kiss my neck.

I pushed myself harder on top of her, unable to help myself my hands began to roam grasping the sheer size of her. If I could fully hold and squeeze the extent of her new fatter figure, I would somehow fully realize how big she had made herself. The whole time I did she ravaged my neck with her devious affections. She got my bra off, a fact she had made unnecessary for herself by outgrowing hers. The thought of that had me pushing harder. I felt her topple backwards and the bed beneath us creaked with an ominous protest. I hesitated, we had both been so skinny and at some point, we had gotten so big I had to genuinely consider if we were about to break her bed. “Don’t worry about you, just focus on me” Eliza said grabbing my hands and pressing them into her expanded breasts. Her eyes carrying a desperate plea of sorts. I couldn’t quite decipher it, what was going on. But I knew I wanted her more than anything. I lowered myself down into a long kiss. She tasted like beer and bad decisions. Delicious, and bad for us.

“You know I’m bigger so I should probably be on the bottom” I said easing off a bit. Eliza cracked a half smile, and a resolution settled into her eyes. Almost a bit scary. She grabbed my right hip, clasping a handful of that blubber before pushing hard with those swimmer muscles. If she hadn’t gone so large and in charge with her gain it wouldn’t have been possible, but she managed to tip me over, toppling us in a viscous tumble of flab. The busty platinum blonde was on top, her cleavage having expanded outwards to the point it concealed most of my body from her view. It eased my mind a bit. Even if it made no sense, even if she found it hotter, the concealment of my enormity brought me a certain peace of mind. Especially seeing as I was still fatter than she was. Her hands dug into the side of my belly. “I bet you’re still worried about this little ol thing” she murmured speculatively. There was almost nothing little about my over fattened middle. “You really thought I didn't notice in the broom closet...what sort of girlfriend would that make me if I hadn’t” she whispered lowering her breasts till they enveloped my neck bringing her face close to mine.

She kissed me again. Our bodies finally intertwined perfectly with one another, I squeezed and grabbed with roaming hands, vast swaths of plush blubber to explore. There was so much of her and all the time in the world. Her breasts were huge but there was something so deeply erotic about the rest of her. It was those parts that truly marked her as the fat girl she had made herself. Her thighs were a beloved location so generously overly plump they might’ve even been fractionally thicker than mine. They were juicy and close to delightfully sensitive areas, so I toyed with them rigorously. Yet I soon became aware that I wasn’t getting the same treatment. Her hands were on me, but there was no exploration, no tantalizing squeezes or lingering touches. Her face was twisted in ecstasy but there was a hint of an frown there. She stopped me, placing her hands between my tits. A smug grin twisting onto her pretty face. “I’ve got a fix for this....one last showstopper...” she said biting her lip nervously that insecurity now completely plain on her face. She eased off me, heaving her body backwards, and taking a few slow bouncing steps back from the bed. I blinked a few times needing a few seconds to breathe with her weight lifted off me. As I sat up, I noticed her placing my phone back down on her desk.

Eliza took slow, labored steps across the room, and all the while she began to grow again. Plumper fatter wider. Her lower legs didn't seem to be getting much thicker, but her upper legs were expanding rapidly, enough that she was developing a wider waddle by the second. Those thighs which had been merely thick began to bulge outwards, pillar like with their hugeness, still wider than her hips but now by a dramatic margin. A feat which was rather impressive since her hips were getting wider to, piling those saddle bags softer and wider, broadening them with adipose. I couldn’t see her naked rear, but I had no doubts it was only becoming dramatically fatter. Her breasts expanded as well of course, growing outwards to new heights of enormity. Past the point she’d be able to get her arms around them. But they still didn't grow as much as they had prior, almost as if she was getting so big it needed other places to store fat. Instead the blubber went everywhere else, to pillowy arms, to soft cheeks, and a hint of a third chin. But most prominently and undeniably to fattening her big gut. It grew, bounced and jiggled extending out further and lower on her increasingly thick body. Till it hung to her thighs, still no match for her breasts but an undeniable present and enormous feature. Before our game she had been plump, on the bed she had become properly undeniably fat, but with that second surge, easily as dramatic as the first she looked to be as huge as Doe. She was utterly enormous. Yet it was once more her eyes which truly stood out to me, they were illuminated with anxiety and want.

“I’ve seen the sort of things that get you off to, and there’s no way this Is too big for you” she said wrapping her hand under her fat waist seeming to feel it up, a slight look of surprise on her face. It seemed I was too busy being stunned to have reacted suitably horny. “I... god damn you’re so damn smolderingly hot.... but why?” I asked her utterly baffled. This wasn’t like her, or it had become like her and I had missed it but I was certifiably confused. “Well...you’re a feeder...so you like fat girls...I didn't want you to get bored” she said but her gaze wouldn’t quite meet mine. “Bored...there’s that word again” I pointed out skeptically. “Well I was talking to Penny...about why you two broke it up and why it affected her so badly...” Eliza trailed off. The sudden segue meant it was something she had been wanting to get off her chest. I was beginning to see where this was going.

“After I realize how bad you were feeling about your size I planned this night to fatten up all the other girls so you’d feel better” she said and the many events of the evening slid into place. “Not that I don’t love hanging out with Doe and Connie” she said fidgeting nervously. I wanted to cut in, but I knew better. She needed to talk it out before I could talk about it. “Penny explained how you just slowly lost interest.... she tried basically everything to regain it, but you were.... focusing on other girls...fat girls...spending lots of time with other girls...” Eliza mumbled, and I was beginning to notice how the pattern had repeated. She started muttering after that point. I suspect it was partially because the sheer girth she had given herself was settling in. But mostly because she had run out of things to say. It was such a small insecurity, but I had been so busy I had let it fester completely.

I leaned forward and tugged Eliza back onto the bed, with as much force as my nerdy body could muster. She was bigger than me but entirely front loaded enough to make it possible. Her chest engulfed mine, as she landed on top of me, and our faces became as close as they could be with our breasts in the way. “That’s because Penny was.... well she was boring....it wasn’t her fault, but we had no shared interests” I explained mentally reaching for the words I needed. “But you, you’re a one in one million absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, confident, idiot” I told her softening my tone affectionately on that last word. “the only girl dumb enough to have me being the mature one in a relationship” I told her unable to keep from giggling. “I don’t need a feedee, hell I get so much of girls getting fatter in my life I can’t go a day without seeing a popped seam” I said as we lay in the scattered remains of her destroyed outfit. “I could fatten anyone, anytime, anywhere, that’s my power, but you’re probably the only idiot on earth who gets me well enough to do It with me and that’s yours” I said sincerely. “You’re something irreplaceable and infinitely interesting.... a partner” I told her with the warmest smile of my life. At some point she had started tearing up a little bit. So had I. “So, you won’t mind if I work this off then...I kind of overdid it” Eliza said her tone a mixture of joking and serious. “Well you’re going to have to do it the normal way, app can’t fix that” I told her seriously. “You’d think after tonight you’d stop underestimating me...” she told me with a smirk. “If I did...you wouldn’t be able to have so much fun blowing my expectations away” I completed our banter. We laughed and smiled. Like lovers do.