Out of breath

chapter 2

When the waitress returned with the main courses, she looked a little confused by the table arrangement. Before she spoke graham handed her a twenty and said, "Better view of the city." The waitress shrugged and set the food down, the money safely tucked away in her pocket.

Ashley watched as Graham slowly began to spin his fork slowly in the fettuccine alfredo, collect more and more calories with each turn. When he had spun up a small mountain of pasta around his fork, he lifted it and gently slid it into Ashley's waiting mouth. When the cheese and butter touched her tongue, she couldn't help but moan slightly. As she chewed the shocking large bite, Graham had prepared for her, lost in rapture, Graham used his napkin to delicately clean the sides of her mouth. He touched her lips as if he was dusting a priceless work of art, careful not to disrupt her mastication.

Graham's tongue was, at first, careful and delicate with the soft lips of Ashley's vagina. He saw her body as a work of art that should be indulged in slowly. He flicked and nibbled at her clit while he entered her with a finger and began to work the entrance to her body. Ashley's breathing was already ragged with excitement.

Ashley's eyes were closed tight, focused on each sensation inside her mouth. After she had sucked all the pleasure and flavor from the food in her mouth, she let it drop into her bottomless pit of a belly. Her eye still closed she opened her mouth again, accepting Graham's next offering of fat and calories inside. Warm and soft, the pasta entered her mouth. It was like chewing on the memory of her trip to Tuscany when she was in her late twenties, eating and fucking her way across the Apennine Mountains.

By the fourth bite of alfredo Ashley could feel her belly swelling with all she had consumed so far. For all the ups and downs of being an obese woman the sensation of her belly expanding to hold even more, made all the challenges and disapproving looks worthwhile. The sensation of her flesh stretching, growing to hold more, always gave her goosebumps. As she felt herself grow, her mind would wander her fat body, trying to imagine what part of her glorious form would be the final resting place of those calories. Would this alfredo make her plane seat that much more uncomfortable? Or would it be her belly that hung slightly lower and heavier tomorrow? Or maybe those calories would mean she'd finally have to by the next size up in bras?

As Graham continued to pleasure Ashley, she couldn't help but think about the weight of al that food now pressing down on her. She felt some terrible god that had demanded sacrifice to her body and now was using those sacrificed to grow her empire. Between her legs and inside her lips Graham's finger began to curl up as he found her g-spot.

"What a gluttonous thing I am." Ashely thought to herself as she swallowed. This time she reached for her glass of wine, taking a long sip while making eye contact with Graham. "Damn this fantastic man!" Ashley smiled at him as she drunk in more dry wine.

Ashley's first orgasm set her whole body ablaze. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure of Graham's manipulations of her privates, but more than that her orgasm had fired a million neural receptors in her brain. As her mind roiled in dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins she was suddenly deeply aware of her own massiveness.

When the Ashley was done with the fettuccine the plate was so clean you never would have known there had been food on it only moments ago. Next Graham cut a large slice from the lasagna and held it up for Ashley's approval, which came in the form of closed eyes and an open mouth. Unlike the alfredo, the lasagna had more subtle and nuanced flavors that danced on Ashley's well-trained palate. As she chewed her taste buds chased all the spices and seasoning the chef had introduced into the creation of her meal.

Somewhere, buried in overindulgence, was a normal-sized skeleton but after that it was all her creation. She could feel her fat tits jiggle and bounce almost sperate from her body. On top of that fat she could feel the air condition teasing her nipples. On her belly she could feel each bead of sweat as it escaped her pours. In that moment she could feel how the soft, lose flesh of her lower belly moved differently than the hard-packed dome of her upper belly. Her upper arms where giant soft pillows that gave her a deep crease at her elbow. So alert was her brain she could even feel the slight jiggle of fat around the dimples around her knuckles.

As she attempted to identified and cataloged all the flavors she was experiencing, a new sensation snuck through the backdoor of her conscious. A warm hand slithered under her untucked shirt and under her unbuttoned skirt. Graham's strong fingers began to trace the arch of her belly apron, one of the softest and most sensitive parts of Ashley's body. His finger's felt like an old friend stopping by for a visit. The kind of friend who knew to take his shoes off and helped himself to a beer without ever asking permission.

After Ashley had squirted her juices all over Graham, like a world champion's champagne shower, he stood up, lifting and spreading Ashley's legs as he rose. His eight inches of thick dick slowly entered into Ashley in one long slow push that made her gasp. His first few pushes where long and slow, like some giant machine coming back to life before another day of work.

Graham's touch released a torrent of desires from inside Ashley. She wanted to grow for him, she wanted to fill his big hands with a belly so large it overfilled his grasp. She knew Graham's perfect woman would be massive beyond imagination and as she swallowed, feeling her belly swell with food, she wanted to be all of that for him and more. She wished she could surrender herself to his destructive desires for gratification and gluttony. She could see that future as he moved more food into her waiting mouth. Her belly expanding into an unending arc of fat pink flesh, larger and larger, softer and bigger. Meal after meal until she only existed to grow.

As they began to find their rhythm his pace began to accelerate, each thrust was still the whole length of his dick, but each repeating cycle came faster and faster. Ashley rolled and pushed her hips toward him to maximize the length of each insertion. Each full trust pushed a scream out of Ashley's lungs.

Graham's meandering fingers where like slamming on gas peddle for Ashley's eating. Chewing faster and demanding more food each time she opened her mouth; she could feel her body pressing against the fabric of her top. A sensation that only heighted her desire for further gluttony.

Ashley's clutched at the sheets as she bucked and screamed, trashing in pleasure at release after release. While Graham road his massive mistress he grabbed at the giant pink belly bouncing in front of him. When he felt her fat the memory of her gluttony was more than he could bare. At the last second, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her belly. For a second, they both stayed motionless gasping, trying to recover.

When the lasagna was gone Ashley only snorted and grunted as she sat up in her chair, reaching for the chicken dish. As much as she enjoyed Graham feeding her, her lust for the rest of meal could no longer play nice or wait for Graham's delicate forkfuls. Instead she moved to closer to the table, pushing her tight belly on to her fat hips and legs. Now the food flowed into her like some sort of inverted waterfall. Where before she had delighted in enjoying each sensation of her meal, now only one thing mattered to her, gluttony.

Ashley's could feel Graham's warm jizz slide down the bottom of her belly. The sensation of the warm jizz, coating the results of her gluttony trigger overwhelming want inside her. When Graham moved to kiss her, she used all over he weight to roll him on to the bed so that she was now straddling him. Her giant belly pressing down on him uncomfortably.

Ashley could feel she was at the very edge of losing total control of her appetites. All she needed to do was surrender an ounce more of herself control and she'd be completely under the thrall of most animalistic and base desires. In her mind she imaged herself at the top of a hill trying to keep the flag of self-control tight in her grasp as the hurricane of her desires lashed and yanked at the piece of cloth. With a smile she released her grip.

"MORE!" Ashley grunted as she wiggled her hips against Graham's semi-flaccid dick. "I want more!" she grunted at reached under her belly and began to jerk his dick back to attention.

Ashley flagged down the waitress, almost shouting at her. "More alfredo, more pasta, and another bottle of wine. Desserts too. One of each." Ashley grunted between bites of the chicken.

"She's getting over a stomach flu." Graham smiled at the waitress as he handed her another $20 by way of explanation. "Please bring the alfredo and, let's say, spaghetti with meatballs first. But don't expect to have to wait long before we'll want desserts."

Any attempt of decorum or manors where out the window as Ashley ate. She shoved food her throat as fast her body would allow. Instead of memories of Italy now one word rang in her mind like bell, "MORE!"

"MORE!" she screamed over and over again as she road him, smashing her weight down on him. "God yes!" he screamed back. "Take more!" he shouted in pleasure. His hands rubbing her giant belly as it came down on his trim middle.