chapter 3

"Why you little witch," he growled, as he began to fight back, he pulled her in close.

She twitched her nose at hearing her little pet name. If she was a witch, she had worked wonders for his waist. He lifted her up on the counter-top and lunged his belly onto her lap. Its sheer mass compelled her legs to part, forcing her to yield to his weight.

"Mmm," she moaned in his ear. "Someone got heavy lately."

He snorted at her hair, "Where's your wand, little witch?" He bit playfully on her earlobe before he danced sweet kisses along her neck.

Two could tease. She grabbed his crotch and squeezed him tight. "Guess," she whispered in his ear, with a smile.

He let a slip a little laugh. This girl was incorrigible, like none he had ever been with before. In that moment, he yearned for nothing more than to punish her for her sins. He wasn't to blame for all this weight after all.

"I can't help it," he whispered, "When you're around." She could feel him harden in her hand as he spoke. She smiled at hearing him say it, confess how much he needed her, how much she made him complete. He lifted more of his belly onto her thighs, as if he couldn't get close enough to her charms. She wrapped her legs around him to indicate her growing need. He picked her up again and wedged her up tight against the kitchen wall. The onslaught of mass left her breathless, as she felt the air expel from her lungs. Pleasurably pinned by his girth, she sank her nails deep into his flesh, and let her hips ignite a furious rhythm in protest at his invasion into her personal space.

"I warned you ...," she whispered, breathlessly, climbing him like a tree, pulling his head close to hers as she thrust her hips. "Play with fire," she could feel the blood coursing in his veins, "and you'll be burned."

His body shuddered as if his legs might give, but somehow he regained control. He freed a hand from beneath her and slid it down between their bodies. He smiled devilishly, as beneath his engorged belly, and between her legs, she could feel his chubby fingers lure her into submission. As always, her husband had wanted his 'one last treat'. This boy had no self control.

"I'm not the only one burning up," he said, sensing her excitement at his fingertips. She flashed a coy smile - it was his favourite. Her natural emotions were becoming harder to hide as her face flushed this time.

"Don't pretend," he said. He thrust his hips hard into her and crushed her pleasurably. "Don't pretend," he reiterated, his whole belly enveloping her, "That you don't like it."

"That I'm fat."

"That I can't stop gaining when I'm with you."

Just hearing him say it made her gasp.

"I'm so greedy all the time," he said.

This was becoming too much.

"And it's all," he thrust again, "Your," and again, "Fault."

Her head began to swim and she almost lost control. His fat gut hit her mercilessly in just the right spot. She cursed the very last handful of greedy pounds that made that so, if only he knew.

"Fifty pounds was fun," he said, his voice deepened, she was about to explode, "But I want fifty more." He thrust his hips again. She closed her eyes and pictured it, "And fifty more when we're done."

She sank her nails into him and tried desperately not to come.

"You'll help," he growled in her ear, "I'll make you help ... And then we'll try on these pants you love so much."

"And we'll see who's the clever one then."

"Stop it," she sank her teeth into his neck.

"Stop what?" A sly smile rippled across his lips. He feigned innocence, but was anything but given his size.

"You know what," she moaned, she slumped her head on his chest.

"Getting so fat?" he said. "Eating so much? ... Being such a g*ddamn pig?"

Her eyes began to roll, "I'm going to make you so fat," she whispered.

"Come on then," he provoked her, "what are you waiting for."

"So fat," she said again, biting on his lip from the heat of his kiss.

"That you'll need me ..." she paused, "you'll need me to get you off."

She felt her cheeks flush, as though a confession close to her heart had been let slip. Yet she felt no shame, despite the victory in his eye.

"Is that so?" he said with a grin.

"Well," he lifted her up again, almost in one arm, and grabbed a box of cream cakes in the other. He walked over to the kitchen table and laid her down. He placed a hand either side of her head and let her feel his weight on top of her, bearing down. She gasped at the way his fat filled the space between her legs. It was almost too much for her to bear. That growing gut could not be stopped, and it felt heavier than the night before.

He drew the box of cream cakes near her hand.

"I call your bluff," he said, confidently.

With difficulty, he freed himself from his pants, and peeled her night slip up over her torso, and finally managed to enter her. He had to guide himself in given that he could no longer see below his gut. She enjoyed the visual of his stuffed belly enveloping her torso as he began to thrust. He was out of control, such a hedonistic glutton, his belly now clearly in the way, not that he would ever admit. And he still wanted more.

The exertion quickly became clear in his eyes, and she knew one night before long he would fail to finish, and for that she could not wait.

But tonight, she just smiled mischievously at him, and fumbled for a cream cake from the box by her hand. She passed it up to his lips. Her eyes sparkled, as always, as he relented with a hearty bite. He simply could not resist.

"Listen," she grabbed his belly again, and sank her nails deep into his flesh, "I'll teach this lesson one last time."

She grabbed at his belly again. "Because clearly."

"You never learn."

"You'll eat another box before we come."

Leaning down, he kissed her on the cheek.

"Counting on it, little witch."

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