Chapter 7 - giving thanks

In the bathroom, Julianne tossed a couple of washcloths into the sink and ran hot water over them. As she grabbed the plastic urine bottle for him she caught herself in the mirror. Those dimples on her butt were getting serious; she’d definitely grown some lately. She’d fantasized before about gaining a lot of weight herself, but she really loved taking care of Daniel, and looking after her fat man burned a lot of calories. It was nice, though, being a little fatter. She looked full; satisfied.

Then, a desperate shout from the bedroom: “Julie! Not a good time to run water!”

She jumped a bit as reality popped back, then shut off the faucet. “Sorry!” She gave the washcloths a quick wring and headed back bedside. “Hi, hi, sorry,” she giggled as she placed the washcloths on his stomach and pulled the top off the urine bottle. Daniel was already at work lifting his belly; Julianne pushed it back with her free hand, then leaned in with her arm to hold back the fat. She nudged a few folds of his groin out of the way, and tucked his penis into the bottle’s mouth.

“Okay; we’re in!” She looked up, but all she could see was belly, blubbery belly. A great jiggling wall that trembled and bounced as he sighed and shivered with pleasure at finally releasing. The belly wall brushed her nose; she giggled and nudged it back, breathing in the warm musk. Then she licked his belly, and licked again. Then her tongue rolled out and she licked slowly, tasting the flesh, this deepest fold of fat, just part of the great crease that formed under his draping swag of belly fat. It was salty, sweaty, silky, soft…

Then Daniel finished; she pulled the bottle back and capped it shut. As she grabbed one of the washcloths she caught his quizzical look and smiled.

“Did you just lick my underbelly?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She cleaned him up; softly, slowly.

“Why?” He groaned; she was working some magic down there.

“Because I love you.” She was sweet and direct. She made life so simple. Daniel smiled.

“I love you, too.” He grew harder as he said it; Julianne squeezed his growing shaft.

“Good.”

She dropped the cloth on the cart next to the bottle, then pushed it all aside as she climbed up his rolling torso. She used the second washcloth to clean his face, wiping the chocolate from his mouth as he stroked her curving back and the soft flesh of her sides. She brushed the crumbs from his chest, but made sure that the bigger flakes of pastry found their way back to his mouth.

“Always be eating,” she whispered; as much a credo as an intensely erotic command. Daniel smiled his willing compliance, his gluttony so evident in his chins and dimpling cheeks that his whole fat face seemed to smile right along with him. Her breath quickened - he could feel her heating up, feel the warmth between her thighs, feel her muscles writhe under her skin, under her own burgeoning softness. She brought more crumbs to his mouth, big enough to rekindle the flavors of his early morning binge, and his excitement spread. Though still full from that round of excess, he felt the first sharp pangs of his hunger return. He glanced at the clock on the wall – last time he looked at it was barely an hour ago, and he had gorged himself so full that he’d passed out. Now his stomach was grumbling for more. His erection swelled underneath the pile of his gut as he stroked his belly. “Always Be Eating”, indeed. Her credo really had for them become a way of life.

She tickled under his chin and told him to lift up. Daniel tilted back his head and his neck fat - an abundant roll that drooped down his chest - lifted with it. He felt her wipe with the cloth, then pull back. “What’s this?” She asked as her fingers pushed his neck fat back further. And there, snuggled in deep, was nearly a full bite of croissant, smeared with blueberry jam and cream cheese. She giggled and held it up for him to see. “God, baby…” She was kind of stunned. What a blimp; so fat that he lost food in his rolls… She wanted to speak, but couldn’t really get her thoughts, you know, together…

“I thought I felt something scratchy down there.” Daniel smiled at it, “Blueberry, right?” Julianne could only nod; a hungry look glinted in his eyes. “First one I ate.”

“God,” Julianne moaned, “you fucking hog --”

He jerked forward and grabbed the morsel in his greedy mouth; she gasped as he pulled back slowly and let his thick tongue slide over her thumb and forefinger. Then he lay back chewing, nestling himself into his flabby, grinning chins.

She was completely undone, and he was hard as a rock—

He groped and grabbed to lift his belly; her juices dripped on his overhang as she scrambled and slid down to get under him. She let out a desperate, trembling cry as she heaved his belly up and saw that he was stiff and ready. She leaped on him, and they both cried out as he drove his hips up to meet her. Together they let go of his rolling blubber; it crashed down on her, billowing, engulfing her thighs, pushing her down - and ramming him in even deeper. Their cries grew ecstatic as they bucked and bounced, his body rippling over her in massive waves.

They came together quickly, fiercely, each of them seized by a joyous, supercharged jolt of pleasure. He was deep inside her and all around her; she was immersed in him. Julianne’s muscles tensed and trembled across her tender body; Daniel’s also tensed, layers deep under his great wobbling oceans of fat. His mounding, folding, creasing, rolling blubber jiggled with life all its own, its motion calming as their orgasms started to wane. As Julianne’s breath came back and the flashing stars faded from her eyes, Daniel’s glistening, fuzzy flesh filled her senses. She could smell the heat rising from his sweaty belly; hear his stomach gently sloshing. Sweat trickled onto her tongue and filled her mouth with the musky memory of that enormous slab of underbelly. She rested her hands on Daniel’s vastness. He intoxicated her; she sank right into him. Then she stretched out her arms and flopped onto his belly, riding the waves of his corpulence. He weighed twice what he did the day they met, and then some. Together they had built him up by over four hundred pounds. She kissed his belly thoughtfully.

Daniel watched the sunlight warm her hair, the golden sheen of sweat sparkling on her back. When he was a thinner fat man he used to be able, post-coitus, to caress that glowing skin. Now when they lay together like this – Julianne straddling his groin with his belly in her lap – he could barely reach across his own blubber to stroke her hair. So Daniel had taken to just lying back and letting his belly touch her, feel her tucked in underneath. He could feel his fat draped around her, his lower belly pressed against her stomach, her thighs deep in the slick heat of his great belly crease, trembling.

Mornings like this, he just couldn’t believe she was his; that this was his life. But it was. He really had found an obese muse in Julianne, his gain inspired by her beauty and fueled by her love. He loved her more than he knew how to say; just being near her made him feel grateful to everything.

He was still deep inside her, and she seemed quite content to stay pinned in place. She was delicately kneading his spreading love handles, kissing the soft fat around his navel; and, he noticed, whispering something.

“What are you whispering?” He asked.

She shrugged a little. “Oh. Just giving thanks.”

“To whom?”

“To God. The universe. You.”

“For what?”

“To God, for making me a fat-loving girl. To the universe, for bringing me such a wonderful, gluttonous man to feed and grow and love. And to you, my sweet obese soulmate, for letting me love you just as I am; for opening your heart to me, and for taking such good care of mine.”

“Wow.”

“I know; it’s a lot.” She sighed and snuggled into him.

“Jesus, I love every bit of you.”

Her face pressed into his fat; he felt her smile. Then his stomach rumbled softly and she looked up at him. “Really? Are you getting hungry?”

“What do you think?” Daniel smiled, and gave his hips a grind. He rippled, and her groin shivered.

“Oh—” Goose bumps tingled across her body. “Wow, I think you must be.”