chapter 3

Marie’s head rolled back as she quietly gasped, eyes closed, flushed and breathing raggedly as one hand gripped the armrests of her large office chair and the other roughly fondled an engorged breast, Marie’s back arched as she lets out a quiet moan. “That’s a good girl”, Louise spoke softly as one of her hands deftly worked between Marie’s spread, chubby thighs. Her tightening navy blue maternity skirt was hiked up past her upper thighs while the belly panel had been pulled all the way down, exposing her large, clearly loaded, tan dome, the skirt resembled more of a belt than anything at this point as it encircled her middle, letting her soft love-handles bulge from her sides. A tightly stretched, white maternity t shirt was bunched up under her meaty-looking E cup sized breasts as they bulged past her bra, breast flesh was pressing past the cups into the slight V of the shirt’s neck, almost brushing Marie’s softening chin and jawline.


With the office door securely locked, blinds drawn, and adequate sound proofing for during meetings, both girls were left to their private “lunch sessions” several times a week, and naturally lunch was included in these private rendezvous, increasingly larger amounts as the weeks went by in fact, but Marie had also developed quite a taste for post-lunch orgasms with either Louise’s or Robert’s help, almost as a kind of digestif before she had to get back to work. None of Marie’s colleagues ever thought anything of it of course, it was no secret that Marie was carrying Louise and Robert’s baby, and it was only natural for the future parents to want to visit their surrogate and close friend on a regular basis, but the more salacious parts of their meetings were kept securely under wraps.


While the carnal escapades of these lunch visits were kept secret, there was no hiding the results of Marie’s eating habits over the past month however, ever since Louise and Robert had come clean to Marie about their desire and efforts to plump her up during her pregnancy, Marie’s figure had swollen considerably. No more did Marie hold back at mealtimes or deny herself snacks, at home she was frequently plied with all manner of treats, both edible and sexual in an attempt to whet the other appetite, and it showed. The programming of having Marie become aroused when she ate now had practically become redundant as food and sex were now inextricable to Marie, one was never present without the other, a fact Marie barely noticed anymore, much to Louise and Robert’s delight.


Another quiet moan and gasp escaped Marie as her round, plump body spasmed once again, eliciting a hungry smile from Louise who placed her free hand on Marie’s bulging gut, “You’ve worked so hard for this, Marie”, she tenderly whispered as her hand swept across the tight Caribbean skin making Marie groan and nod slightly in agreement. "What did the scale say this morning, 185? That's an extra 24 pounds this month alone, you're growing so big", Louise said with a light, congratulatory pat to Marie's padded belly, "Of course it’s little wonder why, you’ve been seriously putting it away, so greedy and insatiable”, Louise teased as she looked to Marie’s desk, littered with so many now empty food containers. Turning her attention back to Marie she gently took one of the expanded surrogates hands and laid it on the top of her pregnant bump. “Can you feel it, what a little butterball we’ve been turning you into”, through closed eyes Marie moaned again as her fingers gently palpated her belly’s surface while Louise’s fingers worked her into a flushed and sweaty mess. Louise drew closer to Marie’s ear, “I don’t think your skirt’s going to fit anymore after this meal”, Marie began nibbling her lower lip as Louise teased and stimulated her more before feeling her hand being lifted and placed around a chilled, plastic container, “but I want to be sure”, Louise spoke quietly, “I think this shake will finish the job.”

Marie sleepily opened her eyes to see the large shake container now in her hand, then looked to Louise almost pleadingly, “I… don’t know if I can”, she said with a weak voice as Louise’s fingers changed rhythm making her gasp and twitch again, "I'm so full", Marie's French accent almost slurred as she placed the heavy cup atop her spherical gut, nestling slightly between her heavy breasts.


Louise delicately removed her fingers from Marie’s wet nethers and slowly walked around behind the plush office chair with almost predatory intent, Marie’s eyes tracked her as far as they could until Louise vanished from her field of vision, then Marie’s softened body gently jiggled as she felt the chair’s recline function engage with a mechanical click and clank. Placing the cup’s straw to her lips her expanded upper body reclined as from behind Louise placed a tender, loving kiss on her chubby, flushed, moist cheek. “I’m sure you can find a little room in that big belly of ours while I eat you out, what do you think”, Louise’s hushed words trickled into Marie’s ears and practically down her spine, and without saying a word Marie began sucking on the large straw as Louise circled back round to the front.


The word ours practically rang in Marie’s ears, it was true, her belly and its contents weren’t hers alone, not even her body and its transformation these past seven months, placing her other hand on her overfilled middle she smiled around the straw in her mouth, titillated by the thought of what was to come, not just in the coming minutes, but the coming months also.


Lowering herself to her knees Louise spread Marie’s soft, cinnamon-coloured thighs a little wider and began littering their interiors with soft, delicate kisses, then turned her sights on Marie’s shaven jewel, only slightly obscured by her bulging belly and the fold of her fupa under her bump’s increasing weight. Hearing Marie obediently suck down her gainer shake Louise gave a very satisfied smile at how large her and Robert’s surrogate was growing, and would continue to grow. She could practically hear Marie's beaming smile behind the increasingly rising middle which now obscured her view of the plumpening preggo's visage. As if manipulating some fragile flower, Louise’s hands were placed against Marie’s hot thighs as she nuzzled her lower belly, nudging it slightly with her nose and forehead in order to get closer to her target and diligently rewarded her gorging friend.