chapter 3

As he relaxes reclined I sink towards him, falling into the well of his gravity, the bed frame creaking with every movement of our bodies.

He lays on his back, that mountain of fat I helped create rising above him, its weight pressing down on him, the heaviness in his stomach feeling like a boulder. I lean over his chest and face, bracing myself with a hand next to his neck, my hair lightly brushing his cheeks, my erect nipples raking his breast fat. Leaning in and kissing around his shoulders and neck, my soft breath washing over his skin, telling him how proud I am for getting so big for me, for eating every bite I put in front of him.

I continue, slowly tracing my hand around his stomach, massaging, aiding that overworked belly into doing what it does best... grow for me.

He sighs deeply, reveling in the sensations he is experiencing...my loving touch, fingers tracing his curves and his mind following my fingers and lips, exploring his breasts, gently squeezing, cupping them, only briefly teasing his nipples because I know he hates that, my fingers continuing down and down the rising dome of his belly, circling first then slipping into his deepening navel.


"You're getting much fatter here baby, my finger goes in up to my knuckle...such beautiful, soft fat" as he kisses I kneel next to him at his side, my right hand resting on his still distended upper belly stretched tight with food, my breasts resting against the back of his hand, holding there, my left hand slipping down below his navel down and under until my hand is again in my favorite spot...in he deepening fold between his underbelly and thickening, baby soft pubic fat.

It's beautifully warm down there, the heat of his body radiating outwards as I move downwards, stopping every so often to place a kiss on his belly, my hand cupping beneath his overhang, hefting all that fat. Marveling at the sheer amount of it that encompasses him surrounds him entirely. The staggering realization of how much food had gone into it, how much he's eaten to be as big as he gotten.

Feeling the firmness down between his legs, the growing excitement and arousal of both his gluttony and my enticements. His breath quickening as I gently stroke, my face moving towards his belly button, placing deep, long kisses in and around his navel, my tongue tracing over his skin as it curves inwards. A small gasp escaping his breath, overwhelmed with my deeper exploration.

MY small hands gently squeezing and releasing the soft fat, His arousal continues to grow as i feel his hardness rise above the soft surrounding fat. Aided by my careful manipulation.

"You're even fatter down here, and such soft fat surrounding your shaft, everything about you is getting softer, you're such a good boy, growing so round and fat for me, eating everything i make for you as i stretch that stomach out, your capacity is incredible, you look like i inflated you."

(a bit more to come)