chapter 11- reckoning (p5.5)

It was a night like most, only a few days remained in the trip until they returned home. Claire and Paul had just returned from a dinner feast and were horny for some loving. Paul took his spot on the bottom and Claire lumbered on top of him. Her gut felt tight, warm, and large pressed against his own. It felt good. She was just as heavy as he ever remembered her being, maybe even more so.

Claire got started, as she often did, by making out with Paul to her hearts content. Once she was ready, she slowly slinked down Paul’s body and used her mouth to cause the first climax of the night for her husband. Taking care of him first meant that he’d last longer when she wanted her turn. Giving Paul a little reprieve to recover, Claire showered him with praise, seductively calling him handsome, attractive, and very sexy. She let Paul play with her body and grab her ass until she noticed he was ready for her to continue. She assumed her position on top and got to work.

Normally Claire felt more energetic, but tonight she seemed slow. She’d gotten heavier, which Paul enjoyed, but this time it appeared her new bulk was getting the better of her. She was breathing heavier than usual and much sooner than she normally did. She was enjoying herself; Paul could probably gather that from the rate at which she was moaning, but she felt strange. Her stomach hurt.

To Paul she looked tired, full, like she wanted to rock his world, but she’d eaten too much at dinner. Her belly looked very bloated. She was clearly growing more and more out of breath, her thrusts were betraying her softened condition.

She was clearly closing in on a big orgasm but appeared to lack the energy to make it happen. Her hips were slowing down, perhaps her big butt had finally grown far to heavy to heave up and down so freely. She was tiring quickly. Her greedy appetite had finally caught up with her. While her newly chubby body grinded to a standstill on top of him, he saw his opportunity.

“Honey, are you okay?” Paul warmly asked, as Claire looked uncomfortable.

“*Pant* Ugh.. I’m fine *Buurp!*” Claire uncharacteristically belched, while she blushed fiercely and squeaked, “Excuse me.”

Had she been holding in that burp the whole time? Was that why she looked so uncomfortable? Paul patted Claire on her rounder tummy and assured her, “It’s okay honey, burp more, you’ll feel better.”

Claire nodded reluctantly and appeared to give her chest a little bump with her hand, as if to dislodge something she was keeping within her. Almost on que, Paul heart a loud rumble from Claire’s stomach followed by a loud, “*BBbbuuurrrrpp!*”

“Better?” Paul asked, as Claire looked frightfully embarrassed.

“*Pant* Much.” Claire admitted, while she continued trying to get some air.

“Now, how about you roll over and catch your breath while I have a turn.” Paul offered, as he gave Claire’s butt an enthusiastic squeeze.

“Hmhm, okay.” Claire giggled, while she leaned toward Paul’s face, planted a kiss sweetly on the cheek, and rolled off to his side. At the very least, her stomach felt 1000 times better after that burp.

Wasting no time, Paul got on top of his wife to assert his authority. Her eyes widened, while he got into position over her. His weight felt like it was pleasurably enveloping her. The pressure of their two guts pressing together felt strange, but not entirely uncomfortable.

As Paul got going, Claire got to feeling good again. It slowly dawned on Claire that she couldn’t escape being underneath Paul. Not that she wanted to escape, but the thought that, even if she tried, she couldn’t, did something for her. While Paul pushed faster, Claire had to bite her lip to avoid gushing out in moans of ecstasy. She’d never erupted so soon after Paul got on top, but it was happening, and she couldn’t control it.

Paul’s mind was bursting with excitement too. On their wedding night when he’d seen Claire lying flat on her back, he’d seen her ribs, but now, he saw soft jiggling flesh. His brain thought about Claire’s weight, how it’d been slowly rising, how her butt had plumped thicker and grown wider, how her belly had expanded outward from her frame, how even her breasts, a place Claire never seemed to accumulate much weight, appeared fuller than it had before.

He wanted to see her butt become thicker and more bulbous, he wanted to see her belly balloon even fatter, he wanted her softer, bigger, and bulging with fat. His hands had the pleasure of roaming his wife’s softer body all night long. He loved squeezing her protruding lower belly, her chunky butt, her fat thighs and her inflated breasts. It was a night he never wanted to end, but like all other great nights in his life, it did.

…

The next day, he awoke late in the morning next to Claire. She was still asleep, so he went off to the food court determined to provide his widening wife breakfast in bed. By the time he got back, Claire was awake and in the bathroom. He placed the massive amount of food he’d brought on a table beside the bed and sat down by a window to await his wife.

It didn’t take long for her to leave the bathroom and spot him. Once she did she hurried over to sit on his lap. With a sweet good morning kiss and a rumble from her belly, he knew she was hungry again. She felt like she weighted a ton sitting on his lap, but he’d never let her hear it.

He was going to complement how pretty she looked in her bikini top and tropical skirt they’d bought from the gift shop to accommodate her growing figure, but it appeared she had something on her mind. Maybe it was her efforts in bed the night before, or perhaps it was the fact that the end of their honeymoon was only a few days away. But Claire made it clear what was on her mind.

“I’m going to have a hell of a time trying to lose all the weight I gained on this cruise.” Claire sighed with a bit or remorse, while she wrapped one arm around Paul’s neck and gazed into his eyes.

“I think you look amazing.” Paul assured her, as he sized up his wife. She wanted to be fit, he knew that, but she hadn’t denied herself a single indulgence the entire cruise. She’d starved her body before the wedding and now she’d showered it with a non-stop cascade of calories. Claire had an inner fatty at work here that was beyond even what Paul had in mind for her. He was curious what kind of girl Claire would turn out to be. Would she yo-yo with her diets, coming back heavier each time than she had before? Or would she accept that she was happier when she didn’t torture herself over how she looked? He wanted to support her in any way he could, but he wanted to emphasis to her where he stood, so he did, “You know you don’t have to lose it, right?”

“Hmm, maybe not.” Claire smiled, while she looked at her wedding ring with an obvious joy on her face, “you did put a ring on my finger, maybe I should just relax and let myself go like my sister haha!”

“You mean Laura?” Paul joked, as Claire looked at him with a playful annoyance. She knew full well that Paul knew who she was referring to.

“Yeah, I guess, but I meant Emma.” Claire clarified, while she added, “You saw her at the wedding. Can you imagine how much fatter she must have gotten since then?”

“Oh,” Paul nodded, as he gazed at his wife with the eyes of a long-repressed feeder eager to wake up from his hibernation, “I definitely can imagine...”

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