Feeding my girl

chapter 2

The sun rose and shined in through the window. I looked down to fin Jen sleeping with her head resting on my tummy. Her belly was still bloated from the night before, but slightly smaller. A round pudge of fat now poked out. I slowly rubbed her belly and felt a welcoming softness that existed on her abdomen. She opened her eyes with a smile resting on her face.
“How do I look?” Jen asked me, sitting up. I smiled at her as she looked down at her belly.
“Beautiful,” I said. Jen sucked in her belly a little, failing to suck in the lower part of it. She buttoned up her shorts. When she stopped sucking in her belly, it spilled over he shorts. She motioned with her hand to get me to sit up. I did so, lightly patting my own tummy. Jen picked up her belly and promptly dropped it, allowing it to jiggle.
I left the room for a few seconds, watching my belly move as I walked through the house. I returned with a box of doughnuts that I had hid in a cabinet the night before. Jen’s face lit up as I sat down next to her. One of my hands was on her belly and the other was feeding her a doughnut. I felt as her belly expanded as the noise of her swallowing filled the air. Her belly bugged out even further, straining the waistband on her pants. Before I could continue feeding her, Jen had lifted up my shirt again and tickled my pudgy stomach.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Jen didn’t answer, she simply shoved a doughnut in my mouth. I felt the thick cream inside pour down my throat and finally reach my belly.
I felt my belly press up against my shirt and bulge over my pants. My tummy tightened as more food was shoved into my mouth. Jen’s warm hands rested on my belly, rubbing my stuffed tummy I ate another doughnut, feeling my belly grow with each bite.
I was never a very thin person, mainly because I loved to eat, but more so because I loved the feeling of a stuffed belly.
Jen tucked my shirt into my pants and giggled a little. My belly strained the fabric of my shirt. My bulky tummy still hung over my pants as it was slightly contained by my shirt. The shirt was so tight, my belly button was visible through it. I patted the side of it, hearing a low grow erupt from it.
Jen pulled my shirt over my head and stared at my fat tummy. I was painfully full as my breast became painful. Jen slowly unbuttoned my pants. My belly practically jumped out and rested in my lap. Relief came over me as Jen rested her hand under my belly. She leaned in close and whispered to me.
“Your belly is so fat. I can’t believe you let yourself go like this.” She jiggled my tummy as I moaned. I grabbed her belly fat.
“Look at you, this used to be abs and now it’s just fat. Your tummy is getting huge, it might even be bigger than mine soon.”
Jen patted her belly as I patted mine. Her tummy still sagged over her pants. I ran my hands down her belly as she smiled at me. Her pudgy tummy rested against my fat belly as we both listened to the noise of our tummies working hard to digest the yummy food we ate.
I felt full and heavy as my belly gurgled with delight. I stood up to look in the mirror. My belly sagged down more and was extremely tight. I laughed as it jiggle and smiled when I touched it.
“I love my gut,” I said to Jen. Jen came behind me and rested her hands on my belly.
“I love your gut too. It most definitely is a gut. Your far beyond have a chubby belly, you have a fat gut now.” I tried to suck in my tummy, but quickly failed. It was too tight and big to suck in. My bloated belly danced as I breathed in.
I loved the feeling of Jen’s hands rubbing my fat-fucking-belly and her soft tummy resting on my back.
“My belly is happy,” I said.
“You belly is FAT. I love how fat your face is and how round your belly is. I wanna rub your tummy until I fall asleep and watch your belly grow. You’re already too fat for your clothes. You’re so damn fat I can’t believe you can live with yourself. Your tummy is so huge I bet you can’t even see your feet! How’s it feel to have a big belly like that? How’s it feel to have a fat gut that you can’t even suck in or hide?” Jen said. I smiled at her and kissed her hand. I looked down to find that my belly hid my toes. I patted the bulk that was made of fat and overeating.
“I really can’t see my toes,” I said, “I am getting pretty fat. Damn, my belly has grown a lot. I like it though. It’s comfy and round. My tummy is perfect.”
“That not a tummy anymore,” Jen said, “that is an over fed, huge, jiggly, fat gut. That is a gut, baby. That fat belly is a big-old gut. No denying that. You’re fat. Your a fat girl with a gut that jiggles and groans. You’re so fat. You have a fat gut.”