Chapter 4 - event 2 - tables

"So, we know that your perfect little tum can reach the water in the sink now, but... how far does 150 lbs reach?" Quinn paced around the dorm, thinking. "So, what are we doing exactly?" "Hmm...", Quinn eyed the desk, "come here for a second," she said almost to herself. Peter complied and stood next to the desk; the girl stood behind him, spinning her feedee around until he was facing the desk, and stepped into his space, causing him to step forward. His massive belly just barely grazed the desk; he looked like he should be fat enough to reach it comfortably, but his tummy was still perky and stuck out just as far as it hung low. Quinn bent over, poking the wobbly chub; it shook gently over the desk, tickling the feedee it belonged to. "I can feel that!" Peter squealed. He looked down, unable to see anything but his jiggling and rounded tum, and the books in front of it. Quinn smiled up at him before leading him the dresser. It was taller than the desk, and with Peter standing in front of it, his belly was too low for the edge. As the feedee saw Quinn's mild dejection, he lifted his fat tum up and rested it on the desk. The girl turned a beautiful shade of pink as her eyes widened once again; she had always been endlessly captivated by her dark-eyed feedee, yet he never ceased to amaze her.
"You know? This is actually kind of nice... gives me a chance to not have to carry it all by myself," Peter blushed, holding as much of his belly as he could. "Oh yeah?" Quinn squeaked, barely able to form words. "Yeah... it gets pretty heavy, you know... carrying it around all day..." While most of Peter's bashfulness about his weight now was an act, he began to genuinely feel a twinge of shyness; he had never noticed just how much work it was just to stand around carrying his tummy, but with the bulk of its weight resting on something else, he felt a lot lighter without losing his feeling of bigness.
Trying to hold herself together, Quinn grabbed Peter's hand and led him to the kitchen; the small space was thankfully empty, though his remaining dishes sat in the cold water of the sink. His feeder stood next to the small table sitting across from the sink and counter, motioning for him to join her. Gleefully, he waddled over; she was used to watching him walk, (it was one of her favortie things: watching him waddle, how he moved, how his belly jiggled with every sway), but now knowing this colossal gain, it seemed even more strained, wobbly and arousing. His tum reached the table comfortably, the edge spilling out into a big squishy mound that continued up to his rounded tummy. Peter played with his belly, finally able to see how his overhang jiggles; it was much softer than the rest of his belly, and bounced much more than the rest.
Before Peter knew what was happening, Quinn climbed onto the table, spreading her legs around the fatty's massive, round belly, kissing him needily. The feeder pushed her clit up against his soft chub, moaning into his surprised mouth. Peter's hands found the girl's ass and pulled her further into his fat.
Peter was never comfortable enough to have sex in public, so Quinn was forced to make do with his fingers and belly, not that she minded too much in the moment. Once she was cleaned up, she excitedly told him they had to go out for the next part. He was unsure what was to come, and was nervous about strangers being able to watch, but was thrilled by the prospect as well. He loved and hated the attention his size got him; as much as it aroused him, he didn't think he would ever be comfortable enough to wear anything so small in public without Quinn's reassurance.