chapter 2

I end my orbit in front of him and move against him, my face between his fat male breasts, my hands slipping down the curving sides and under the huge orb between us.

"I need you" I whisper and step back until he fills my view head to toe, watching the lights and shadows play over his naked curves, I disrobe letting my robe drop to the floor at my feet, running my hands over my small but lush body still watching him as he tries to balance, leaning backwards like a pregnant woman, the huge weight of food inside that immense gut tugging downwards.

I cup my breasts, my nipples erect, my loin pulsing with desire for him saying "waddle to me my fat baby, waddle after me, i have some dessert for my beautiful fat man."

Stroking my hands over the outlines of my body, tracing it down my slender chest around to the curves of my hips. Almost taunting him to come forward, like a siren, luring him to my bedroom. Seeing how that mass of food sits in his stomach, almost too full to walk, and how he labors for each breath, but still knowing he could eat just a little more.

To see the effects of what his overindulgence is doing to his body, to see each new pound settle on his waistline excites us both. To know that with each week he is growing larger for me, heavier; to know that he is already three times my size, and both of us wanting it to be four.

He struggles to follow me, his belly so full and tight it barely sways or bobs except a small amount side to side. I can see the butter soft fat of his underbelly sac shudder and jiggle ...rippling at every step.

I know that's where I will end up, first lips and fingers, then taking into me that divine throbbing center men possess us with, slick with precum as I straddle him, sinking into "our" spot as I impale myself.

Soon, though...soon he follows the visual bread crumbs I lead him on with, closer and closer to my huge soft bed.

"You have gotten so fat, baby," I whisper huskily, "look how big your belly is...so big, so round, so soft."

He blushes, suddenly almost embarrassed by his nakedness, his grossly obese body as he makes his way to the bed almost out of breath I help him, my hands either side of his pendulous overfull abdomen, steering him first to sit on the bed then helping him recline, my hands never still as they roam his fattened body.

"My beautiful handsome fat man, so beautifully and wonderfully fat." And I see the blush fade replaced by pleasure."