chapter 2: later that night...

Work that fat...

I'm naked, and moaning in spite of myself, and there are hands all over my body, exploring every curve and bulge of me, playing with my newfound belly, caressing my meaty thighs, cupping my softened chest, teasing every inch of me. I don't know where my clothes went, or how I got here, or even where I am, and every time I try to protest, or to ask what's happening, all that will come from my mouth is a soft moan of arousal as I sink deeper into pleasure, surrendering myself, feeling myself slipping away, leaving me an empty vessel, waiting to be filled...

And through it all, repeating like a mantra in my head and all around me, the same three words, again and again, as powerful hands move from my belly around my new lovehandles, finally grabbing my meaty behind and giving it a squeeze that makes me whimper...

Work that fat.

Work that fat.

Work that fat...

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I wake, naked and bolt upright in my bed, drenched in sweat and, for whatever reason, erect, and for a moment I'm not sure where I am, or who, or what. I'd gone to bed in pyjamas, but at some point in the night I must have kicked them off, because they were, in the dark of my bedroom, nowhere to be found.

What the hell was that? I'm not the sort of person to have that sort of dream, at least not 'til tonight, and its aftermath has shaken me. I walk through my apartment to the kitchen without bothering to dress, pour myself a glass of water with trembling hands, and drink it back before going out to my balcony in the hopes that the breeze might calm me down a little.

I'm grateful, as the cool night air hits my bare skin, that my apartment is on the fifteenth floor of the building, because it allows me to come out here in my current state of undress without having to worry about anybody seeing. Were I a few stories down there'd be neighbors to worry about, but up here I'm all by my lonesome and don't have to give it a second though. And, as the water and the night wake me up, I feel the dream receding in my mind, until I can't even remember what it was anymore, only that I'd had it and that it had shaken me.

It probably doesn't matter one way or another. I take another deep breath of night air and head back in to go back to bed, realizing as I do that I'm rubbing my belly without even realizing I'd been doing it.

Ah well, that's what the gym visits are for. I'll work that fat off in no time.

Work that fat.

Work that fat.

Work that fat...