Chapter 4 - mark's place

Thinking about that night always made Lynn horny, and now was no exception. Feeling herself beginning to get wet she turned towards Mark, who had taken her reminiscing as an excuse to stare at her gut resting on top of her lap from underneath the grey tank top. He looked up, embarrassed, just in time to see her chubby face coming towards him, and suddenly their lips were together, her plump lips pressed hungrily against his. She moaned slightly as he moved across the seat towards her, putting one hand around the back of her head while the other squeezed one of her broad thighs, then she moaned even louder when Mark's hand continued squeezing, now lost between the fat width of her thighs.
But the cab ride was soon over and they arrived at Mark's flat, by which point she was extremely horny and, judging by the bulge in his pants, so was Mark. He had hardly locked his door when he was struggling to stay upright against the 200+ lbs beauty pressing against him, kissing him desperately as she pulled him into her soft body. Kissing her back and grabbing at every inch of her he could reach, Mark slowly led her towards his bedroom, where he lightly shoved her onto the bed and began to strip, having recovered from almost cuming just from feeling his body sink into hers. Lynn copied him from the bed, stripping off her flannel and tank top and unbuttoning her jeans, breathing a sigh of relief as her stomach finally spread out to its full beach ball size, free of its many restrictions. She found it difficult to remove her very tight pants, but thankfully Mark was eager to help, tearing them away before he leapt on top of her.
Lynn was no stranger to sex, both during her skinny days and even when she was just chubby, but this was the first time she slept with someone as a fat girl, and it felt even better than she had imagined. Every time Mark thrust himself inside her she felt her entire body shake, so that she was always jiggling. And even hotter was the pain of Mark's weight on top of her stuffed stomach, although she was starting to suspect he didn't mind her fat very much. Although the bar might have been a fluke, someone simply didn't moan whenever they grabbed your fat rolls unless they were into that sort of thing. Twenty minutes later Mark rolled off of her, both of them out of breath and sweaty. After a brief pause though Mark turned towards her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and, pressing his naked body tightly against hers, threw his arm around her large stomach, squeezing her tightly and smiling broadly. Within minutes he was asleep, leaving Lynn quite confused. He really seems to like my body, doesn't he? she thought to herself, staring at the hand draped across her gut. Or he's much drunker than I thought. That sex was hotter than I expected though, even if it wasn't better than a really good masturbation session. But I guess I'm spending the night, so I might as well get comfortable. And with that Lynn pressed her wide ass against Mark's crotch and quickly fell asleep.
She awoke alone and hungry, as she usually did. This time though she was aroused by the faint clatter of pans in the kitchen and the delicious smell of breakfast. Awake for less than a minute and already ready to eat, Lynn rolled out of bed, slipping on her tank top and underwear but not bothering with the rest. She paused briefly to take in the effect. The red stretchmarks covering her wide thighs and stomach were now totally exposed, as was all the cellulite covering her ass. The tank top covered her boobs well enough but still only came two-thirds the way down her belly, excellently emphasizing how big it had gotten. Pleased with her outfit, Lynn, following her nose and ears, walked down a hallway and into a small kitchenette buried under a storm of baking ingredients, dirty dishes, and - "Bacon" cried Lynn, grabbing two pieces in her chubby hand from a large plate and stuffing them into her mouth. "Oh good, I figured you'd like that," exclaimed Mark, sliding a pancake out of a frying pan and onto a small stack of other pancakes. "Good morning Lynn! I thought I would make you some breakfast, last night was so good," he said, winking as he placed the stack and a bottle of syrup in front of her. "Oh my god, thank you!" she responded, her voice muffled by the pork. "There's so much of it though." "Don't worry, I wont be too offended if you don't finish it," Mark replied as he poured some more batter into the pan. "I've been eating as I cook though, so help yourself."
Lynn didn't need a second offer. She immediately poured an ocean of syrup over her four pancakes and mound of bacon and dug in with gusto, not stopping to speak or even to breathe. Mark couldn't help but stare as she pigged out, wearing only panties and a too-small tank top that couldn't hide the growing stomach resting atop her lap. But Mark soon found Lynn nearing the bottom of her plate, and he quickly dropped three more pancakes onto it before ladling out more batter. Lynn slowed down soon after, as the weight of the pancakes began to settle down, but Mark kept making them, so she kept eating, switching to bacon occasionally to keep her palate fresh. Every few minutes three more pancakes would come down, and Lynn would cover them in syrup and keep eating. Lynn had never eaten a meal so piggily without the scornful and disgusted looks she longed for, but now she found herself turned on by the opposite. Mark was nothing but smiles and kisses on her cheeks, but somehow that still made her wet. That and stuffing herself silly with pancakes and bacon of course. The first seven went down well enough, but she then started to feel a little full after the tenth. Still they came though, and still she ate. Two servings later and she found herself slowing down considerably, rubbing her extended stomach with her free hand while with the other she ate the last of the half-pound of bacon. She was picking at her eighteenth pancake when Mark went to give her three more, but he stopped when he saw her stomach; it was now huge, only slightly covered by her top and spreading across her thick thighs, made hard by the 1500 calories she had just consumed. "Wow," Mark gasped, very aroused, "you ate quite a lot." "Yeah, I'm not sure if I can really eat much more," she said, panting slightly. Normally Mark would've encouraged a fat girl pigging out on pancakes in his kitchen, but her gut was so extended she looked pregnant with twins. The round mass had mostly pushed up the tank top, revealing the pattern of bright-red stretch marks adorning her rolls. Mark started to turn away with the fresh batch when Lynn stopped him. "H-hold on," she said, her voice thick. "I meant (she takes a deep breath, wincing slightly) no more after those."