Chapter 14

"Was it good?"

I snapped out of my reverie, first noticing that both plate and bowl were completely empty.  Dazedly, I looked up at Stephanie's grinning face.

"See, I told you that you could finish it all," she said in an approving tone.  "But you are looking pretty full.  I'm off now, maybe I could drive you home?"

I was stoned on food, clearly not thinking straight.  I nodded, stifling a belch.  Stephanie helped me to my feet, I put one hand beneath my belly to keep my pants up.  Fortunately my blouse still hung down low enough to hide the fact that my pants were unzipped.  Stephanie led me out to the parking lot, then helped me get situated in the passenger seat of my car.  I managed to give her mumbled directions as we drove back to my place, I was quickly entering a food coma.  

At my apartment, she helped me out of the car, her hands brushing my breasts and lingering against my full stomach.  Several months of celibacy were clouding my mind, and I wasted no time inviting her inside.  I led her straight into my bedroom, unusually bold even for me.  Fortunately, Stephanie seemed even more excited than I was.  She wasted no time stripping off my clothes, her strong hands worshiping my fattened form as I lay on my back.

"Wow, your belly is so full you look pregnant," she observed as her hands rubbed circles over my taut skin.

I grunted something in reply.

"As soon as you came in, I hoped this would happen," Stephanie told me.  "We get some cute plumpers, but you're the hottest I've ever seen.  And boy, can you eat!  When you unbuttoned your pants I wanted to crawl under the table right then and start eating you out.  I think you look even fatter naked, you have incredibly thick thighs.  And man, that ass!  It like sticks out for a mile."

Her eyes gleamed with a different sort of hunger as she went on in depth about every detail of my body.  I remembered the excitement of seeing a hot girl plump up, more than once I had fantasized about being in the exact place she was.  Now, however, I was on the other side.  I was the fatty, the plumper, the one laying on her back so stuffed with fattening foods that I looked pregnant.  I was the one going to a buffet and eating so much I had to unzip my pants.  

Stephanie's hands ventured higher, cradling and caressing my large melons.  She leaned over me, her soft lips closing around my right nipple.  Her left hand kept fondling that breast while her right moved down between my thighs.  Her strong fingers had me moaning out loud in no time, burying themselves deep inside of me.  I came quickly, my thighs clenching together.  She giggled sweetly, kissing me lightly on the lips before rearranging herself to kneel between my legs.  She started kissing my belly, her tongue flicking my navel in such a way that I was begging for her to touch me again.  This time her lips trailed southward, and her tongue slid into my sweetness.  

She didn't stop until I came twice more.  I laid there like I had been turned into jello, panting for breath.

"Now it's my turn," she said.

I looked downward, barely able to see her kneeling there over my dome-like gut.  She licked her lips as she looked at me, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping her own pants.  Instead of removing them, she simply slid her own hand down the front.  Her breathing quickened and her eyes glazed over as her fingers quickly went to work.  She was plainly getting off on the sight of me lying there like a beached whale.  Then she arched her back and bit her lower lip, letting out a low moan as her eyes rolled back in her head.  For a few moment she swayed there, then her eyes refocused and she smiled at me.

"That was amazing, huh?"

I nodded, still warm all over from being serviced so thoroughly.  

Still clothed, she crawled next to me on the bed and laid down.  We slowly drifted off to sleep, her arm draped over my swollen middle.