Chapter 7 - non canonical pt. 3

”I’m sorry, Chary. I just couldn’t resist”, interrupted Rochelle. “You came in here with that tight shirt clinging to you soft, bouncing gut. You’ve been teasing me for years! I just couldn’t take it anymore. It’s become too much”. Rochelle was slowly crawling on all fours across the bed, slowly making her way towards Charlotte like an overfed predator stalking its porcine prey. “Stuffing yourself like a little piggy; getting fatter and fatter. Trying to get as fat as Momma!” Rochelle gave her hanging gut a solid slap, causing it to jiggle and sway slightly. “You came here as a little skinny So Cal girly, but I saw right through all that from the very beginning. I saw the little piggy you wanted to indulge now that you were away from super-fit Mommy & sis. Well now look at you. You’re a full grown hog, Chary! What’s Mommy going to say when her daughter comes home a prized hog?” Rochelle was now fully on top of Charlotte. Her ample thighs straddling Charlotte’s broad hips, and her arms outstretched right above where Charlotte’s shoulders pressed against the bed. Their bellies just barely skimming against each other.

Tears mingled with sweat on Charlotte’s pudgy, cream-smeared cheeks. She wanted to sink fully into the mattress and disappear forever. She surely didn’t want to see Rochelle, whom she thought was her best friend, ever again; after the position she put her in and all the awful things she said about her. But there was something else there. Some moist tingle down below. Some small part of her that wanted Rochelle to keep going with her tirade, to keep telling her how much a pig she was, to feed her more and more ice cream until the button on her pants finally popped off, to rub her belly after it was past its limit. There was so much she wanted to say back, but couldn’t get the words out. All she could manage was, “I’m not fa-”

Just then Rochelle’s face swiftly dipped down, locking her lips too Charlotte’s and shutting her up mid-whimper. Each of their stuffed, sweaty bellies pressed into the other’s, causing both girls to let out a moan of discomfort; each moan twinged with just a bit of pleasure. Charlotte tried to pull back at first, still caught up within her internal conflicts, but then some switch insider her flipped. She allowed Rochelle’s tongue entrance. This was a dream Charlotte had had many times before, but had always disregarded or forcefully pushed to the edge of her subconscious. Now it was happening. Charlotte gave in to desire. Rochelle started grinding against her in smooth, erotic waves. Their sweaty bodies smoothly sliding against each other in a slick, sticky, steady cadence. Charlotte matched the rhythm with her hips. Their well fed but soft bellies, greased with sweat, slid across and pressed into each other’s, creating a harmony of moans of aching pleasure. The motion and friction creating even more warmth in this already unbearably heat choked room. Rochelle’s sweet musk was now pungent and overwhelming. It consumed her. Stained her nostrils. Made her want more.

Rochelle moved her mouth down to Charlotte’s neck, tasting her along the way. Taking playfull nibbles and licking up her profusion of sweat. Rochelle’s right hand reached around to undo Charlotte’s bra while the other shot down to Charlottes burning pussy. Charlotte let out a sharp cry of pleasure amongst the soft rumble of moans. She gripped Rochelle’s hanging belly with both hands and pulled it into her own. The sensation of Rochelle’s over-fed belly pressing into her equally over-fed gut was almost too much to handle. Her pussy gushed with pleasure.

Rochelle’s tongue continued its route South down Charlotte’s soft, luscious body, spending a minute to suckle and bite her tits, before moving on to the real prize. Charlotte’s soft, rotund, cream colored belly was a mound of blubber and ice cream, sticking out far past any other point of her body. It was still uncomfortably full from the ice cream binge. Rochelle used both arms and her mouth to caress and kiss every inch of the glorious monument to gluttony, even venturing to stick her tongue into her deep navel. “Oh my, I must say I am so proud of you my little Chary. You’ve really eaten you’re fill and become quite the prize hog!” Rochelle teased.

“Oh Chellley tell me more about what a pig I’ve been!” Charlotte managed to exclaim through moans of overwhelming ecstasy.

“Oh, baby. I’ve been so proud watching you stuff your face day in and day out. Never being farther than arm’s distance from your precious feed. Can you even go a minute without a fully belly, little piggy? Always pretending to be so modest, but then stuffing your face at every opportunity. Trying to discreetly unbutton your pants after your overindulgences. Haha, yeah I’ve seen you, my little piggy!”

Charlotte couldn’t contain herself. Her pussy was dripping wet and soaking into the already sweat-stained sheets. Biting her lip she managed to moan, “Well I learned from the best, my queen sowe.”

Rochelle looked at her with the same knowing smirk, only now they both knew. “Oh yes you have little piggy Chary. I’ve seen you admiring my… largest asset”, Rochelle slapped her hanging gut. “I’ve seen you try to eat as much as momma.”
“Mmmmm, Momma I wish there was more ice cream! Piggy still wants to eat”, Charlotte exclaimed once again, this time fondling her own belly.

Rochelle didn’t respond this time. She was busy working on Charlotte’s heavily strained waist band. When she finally got the pants unbuttoned they snapped open all at once and Charlotte’s full belly bounced free. Charlotte let out a moan of relief. Rochelle peeled off Charlotte’s sweat and pussy soaked pants, revealing her wide, milky, and softly dimpled thighs, which Rochelle then parted. Rochelle removed Charlotte’s final, saturated piece of clothing and her tongue completed its journey.

Charlotte had never imagined a pleasure like that was possible. Charlotte squeezed her soft thighs around Rochelle’s head. She was unconscious of everything outside of Rochelle and a bit afraid she was going to smother Rochelle with her soft, milky flesh. Charlotte then flipped both of them over, so that she was sitting on Rochelle’s face. She then pivoted and made her way down to Rochelle’s soft, curvy body and parted her thick chocolate thighs. They were now a soft, fleshy spiral of mutual pleasure. Heads enveloped in cushioned thighs. Plush, doughy bellies pressing and molding into one another’s in rhythmic cycles of pleasure.

Time and consciousness were lost in the rapture. Charlotte had no idea how long it lasted or when exactly it ended. When she finally fully came-to, she was still naked and once again slouched against the wall on Rochelle’s bed. Rochelle was snuggled up against her, her head softly resting on Charlotte’s still slightly-bloated belly, idly making soft circles around Charlotte’s deep navel with a pudgy finger. “Oh, Chary I’ve wanted this for so long”, Rochelle finally whispered, breaking the long calm silence.

“Me too Chelle… ever since the first day you strolled into our dorm room on the very first day.”
“Haha, well I wish I could say the same, but I wasn’t sure about you until I saw you eat… oh, I loved to watch you put it away and grow and grow.”

Charlotte’s stomach rumbled at the mention of food.

“Oh honey, are you hungry again? I baked some cookies if your interested, my little piggy.”

Rochelle’s voice sounded weird. “I, uh-”. But when she looked down, it wasn’t Rochelle laying there anymore, it was her mother looking up at her.



Charlotte woke up covered in sweat. She looked around the room. It was the same room she was in in her dream, but now the middle of the night. Rochelle was at the other end softly snoring. Her sleeping shirt had ridden up to expose her tummy, rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath.