chapter 2

"Cash," she mused. "In advance ..."

"A years' worth of sessions."

He nodded.

"That can be arranged," he said. He admired the creativity of her character.

She pointed to the plate.

"For a cookie."

She smiled at him again.

"You know you want to."

"I can tell."

She was right. He could eat the whole damn plate and more. He'd gotten so obscenely fat lately. He just couldn't help himself. He needed to size up again. His pants were cutting deep into his waist, his belt only loosely buckled. He prayed the buttons would hold, or she'd lose it. And so would he. He just couldn't stop eating. And all he desperately wanted was more.

She watched eagerly as his eyes alternated between his belly and the plate of cookies. He licked his lips. She loved the way he rested his hand on his gut, as if that could hide it anymore. His pants were desperately tight. She longed for that button to give, just like several buttons had before. He was getting big, very big. He picked up a cookie and ate.

"A year's worth of sessions was it?" he double-checked.

He picked up another cookie and ate that too.

"Better make that two."

He looked at her smugly and patted his gut.

Breaking character, she laughed, then regained her composure.

"You'll never lose it," she said, pointing at his fattened belly.

"With such greedy habits as that."

He corralled his belly behind his hands.

"It's only holiday weight," he blurted, defensively.

"Ha!" she shouted, in amusement.

"How many holidays? ..."

"To be exact?"

She managed to stifle her laugh. His level of self-denial had always amused her, especially now that a dozen or so generous holidays had welded themselves firmly around his waist. No diet would ever fix that.

He blushed.

"No more," he said, sternly. "No more cookies."

"I must stop. This really must stop."

'Oh no it mustn't,' she thought to herself, her eyes lustfully tracing the straining buttons on his shirt. She slowly draped her long, slender leg off the side of the couch and swung it playfully back and forth. She saw his hungry eyes follow suit.

"You're still hungry," she said.

She peeled her dress upward to reveal a little more thigh.

"Aren't you?"

"I can tell."

His eyes widened, and he reached up to loosen his tie. The room began to feel very warm.

"Tell me," she said, "do big guys like you get many shots with girls like me?"

She sat upright and placed her palms on the edge of the couch and leaned forward to reveal more cleavage than her plunging neckline could hold. Crossed at the ankle, her dainty feet pointing downwards, she swung her legs suggestively back and forth.

He began to sweat. God, she turned him on. No one else could compare. He'd put on so much weight since he'd met her. And this was only the start.

"Your tricks won't work on me," he said.

"I'm here to cure you." He tapped his notepad determinedly.

"Yes, ..." she said, sliding her hand unsubtly between her thighs to stroke herself softly.

"I need curing."

"That's for sure."

She bit on her bottom lip and threw her head back. She let out a moan that no willing man could ignore. His eyes traced her exposed neck. And her lips. Those lips. He could almost taste them. He licked his own. He'd do anything to taste them. Anything. He knew he would.

"Aren't you hungry yet?" she asked, looking back up at him, her face full of mischief.

"I know I am."

She stroked herself some more.

Exploiting his base instincts, a wicked ploy perhaps. But it worked. It always worked. You only need look at the size of him to see that. He gave in and picked up the plate and rested it on his belly.

"Yes," she said, nodding vigorously.

He began to eat.

"That's it."

He picked up another cookie.

"Spoil yourself," she said.

"Go on."

"I dare you."

He shut his eyes as another wave of sugar hit. He picked up another cookie and ate that too.

"I promise you won't get fat," she said.

"Trust me." Her eyes were wild.

She stood up, kicked off her heels and strolled seductively towards him. With one shake of her hips, her dress fell freely to the floor.

"Now let's just see if we can't make that button pop," she said, as she reached towards him and hooked her finger in between the tight buttons of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.

She straddled him and took a cookie from the plate and hovered it invitingly by his mouth. His face agonised. Not more food, not again. Unable to resist her, staring all the time at her lips, he took a bite. Two more bites and she felt a surge of belly cascade onto her thighs. Perhaps he had been holding it in all along.

"Mmm," she moaned, leaning forward to nibble on his earlobe.

"Looks like someone, ..." she whispered softly in his ear.

"Grew a little, ..."

"Too big, ..."

"For their pants."

She placed her hands on either side of his belly and smiled at him.

"Now how on earth did you ever get so fat?"

She winked and picked up the very last cookie from the plate and placed it by his lips.

He looked up at her and bit on it voraciously, almost whole. He swallowed it and rose to his feet, pushing her back up too. He now towered over her, and she felt her power slowly begin to seep away. Any control she had over him quickly became an illusion. Her body excited at thoughts of what he might do, whether she wanted him to or not. She shouldn't have teased him so. But she knew he loved it too.

He leaned in to kiss her, fervently. No man had kissed her like that before. Transfixed by his kiss, he brigaded her unsuspecting hands in his and clamped them behind her back. Completely at his mercy now, she felt any resistance become futile. He spun her body around and frog marched her back towards the couch. He freed one of his hands to squeeze playfully at her pert behind, before running it up toward her neck, and grasping it, he bent her down over the couch. He drove her face deep into the cushions. His grip was firm, but not ferocious. She turned her head to gasp for air and look back up at him. He kicked her feet a little wider apart. Her body flooded with emotion. Placing a hand between her thighs, he stroked upwards, almost forcing her onto her tip toes. He couldn't have missed her growing wetness. She blushed. He was winning.

He leant forward and let her finally feel some of his weight on her back - at long last. She struggled to catch her breath as his fat belly smothered her beneath him. He'd gotten so heavy lately. She was winning.

She caught his earthy scent upon her nostrils, his breathing now heavy, as his stubble scoured her skin as he planted sweet kisses along her neck.

"You've been a bad girl," he whispered in her ear.

He bit hard on her earlobe.

She couldn't move, whether she wanted to or not.

She heard the rip of his belt unbuckle and almost lost control.

"Bad girls."

He kissed her neck.

"Deserve."

His teeth grazed her skin.

"To be."

She could feel him harden.

"Punished."

He peeled her panties away, and lustfully grabbed at her with his hand, the greedy thing.

"You'll bake more cookies in future."

He was throbbing. He slapped her behind.

"You never bake enough."

She glanced timidly back up at him.

"Can I be cured?" she asked, her voice now weak.

He leant forward again, lifting his belly up this time to make sure that he entered her. He dropped it heavily onto her back. Now trapped beneath him, his hands were freed to slide up toward her shoulders and he pulled down hard on them for purchase as he began to thrust. He laughed. A deep, guttural belly laugh that shook her body too.

He leant forward to brush some hair away from her ear, then pulled her head back by the scruff of her neck.

"Maybe for one night," he said, as he thrust again.

"Longer term."

"I'm not so sure."

"You'll have to come see me again."

"Very soon."


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