chapter 4

‘It’s never gotten in the way before,’ he said, panting heavily above her in bed.

She looked up over her chest and down to between her legs. ‘How many bowls tonight?’ she asked.

‘Not many,’ he replied. ‘Perhaps one or two.’

‘I guess l lost count.’

She smiled up at him. 'Well that’s probably a few too many, dontcha think?’

She grabbed his gut in her hands. It was still firm from the stuffing before.

‘Probably,’ he admitted. ‘But I couldn’t leave any left.’

‘It would’ve kept.’ She winked at him. ‘You know that.’

‘You should really tell me these things.’ He joked.

She punched his arm playfully and winked. ‘But you know how forgetful l am.’

Although she was now growing increasingly frustrated at his failure, and took the initiative by rolling him over onto his back.

‘Here,’ she said, clambering on top him. ‘Let me try.’

‘Wow,’ she added, as she finally got to her seat. ‘Can see my whole house from up here.’

‘And even my home town,' she added.

She winked at him before she stared into the distance at the imaginary view.

He smacked her bottom playfully. ‘Glad you like what you see.’

‘Certainly do.’ She smiled. ‘But there’s quite a lot to take in.’ She gave his belly a quick pat.

‘Tease.’ He mouthed up at her, as his cheeks began to blush.

‘Or are you the tease?’ she asked, coyly. ‘Just about eating everything in sight.’

‘I’ll be cutting back, …’ he said.

‘Next week.’ She completed his sentence for him, because she had heard it all before.

He raised his head to try and kiss her, but it was no use given his size. She took pity on him and met him half way. And then draped herself down over his chest.

‘No need to cut back,’ she whispered in his ear, as they began to kiss. ‘Least not on my account.’

She pushed herself back up off his chest and began to rock at her hips.

‘Kinda hot.’ She quickened her rhythm. ‘That you’ve gotten so fat.’ She bit on her lower lip as her head bobbed back.

‘You’re so greedy all the time.’ She hissed. ‘Hard time keeping you full.’

‘Blame your baking.’ He bucked his hips into hers. ‘Simply too good to resist.’

‘Doing as planned.’ She shook his belly, but its reverberations gave her efforts back tenfold.

‘You eat way more than my baking, that's for sure.’

‘Why?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow cockily at her, as he placed his hands behind his head.

‘What have you heard?’ He squeezed her ass tigh, and held onto her waist.

She leant down into him and grinned. ‘Found the wrappers this time.’ She kissed his cheek. ‘That you didn’t even try to hide.’

‘Man’s gotta eat.’ He said, patting his belly, and sighing pleasurably as she tightened her grip around him as he said it.

‘And eat you have,’ she continued, upping her rhythm. ‘And way more than you should …’

‘How big you gonna get for me fatty? …’ she asked, excitedly.

‘Already too fat to f*ck.’ Her eyes flashed as her hips rocked.

‘Got you for that.’ He reached up and grabbed her breasts, as she danced a fine line on him between chaos and control.

‘Every night …,’ he continued. ‘From now on.’

‘Once I’ve had my fill.’

Her head bobbed forward like a doll’s, and she held on for dear life.

‘Gonna make you work for it in that kitchen,’ he said. ‘You mark my words.’

‘Gotta eat real big.’ She fought back. ‘If you wanna get all this.’ She ran her hands down her sides.

‘Eating big’s what I do.’ He patted his gut. ‘Nowadays.’

‘Ate way too good this month,' he continued.

‘Even that week you were away.’

‘Piggy.’ She gasped. 'As if I don’t feed you enough.’

Sensing his chance, he tapped her out and flipped her onto her front.

Quickly back inside her from behind, he now had his gut on her back.

‘Feel all of that.’ He leant forward, and brought his lips to her ear best he could. ‘All those cookies you baked …’

He began to thrust, putting all his new weight to good effect. ‘All those treats ….’

‘You little tease …’

‘Just look what you made me do.’

She glanced back at his belly.

It now almost spilled over her sides.

‘You knew I couldn’t stop,’ he said, and pulled on her shoulders. ‘Just wait till the year is out.’

He thrust a little harder. ‘And you won’t get me through the door …’

She bit on her bottom lip again as her arms began to give, as they struggled to hold his weight. Her head inched towards the pillow with every thrust.

‘You’re 60s will be toast.’ She moaned, as her face hit the linen and she bit on the pillow instead.

‘Better get 70s.’ He smacked her ass. ‘'Lest for a start.’ He reached below her to pleasured her more from beneath.

‘Gonna make you so fat.’ She moaned into the pillow, biting at it more and more.

‘Do it then.’ He demanded. ‘Both know I’ve got room to grow.’

‘Just look at me,’ he said.

She did her best to turn her head to one side.

And as their eyes locked.

Neither could hold on no more.

She howled into the pillow as he started to collapse heavily onto her back.

And they both began to tumble wildly over that age old wave which knew no time.

Their bodies shook, in unison, as they came too hard and fast.

More than a few minutes went by, before she needed air, and he rolled away to give it her in spades.

Now side by side, locked in an embrace, they kissed softly at each each other’s lips.

‘Think you’ll cut back?’ she asked, as common sense began to return.

‘Depends,’ he said, and smiled across at her. ‘What’s for breakfast again?’

She punched his arm playfully.
‘Whatever you want,' she said. ‘And it’s been that way for months.’

‘Didn’t you know?’

‘Bought enough?’ He asked, his eyebrows raised.

‘Enough to feed and army this time.’ She winked at him.

‘Perfect,’ he replied. ‘Then how ‘bout a midnight snack?’

‘It was about time you asked.’ She kissed his cheek and got out of bed. 'Chubby.'

‘Don’t skimp on me now,’ he said, swatting her behind playfully as she walked passed the bed for the door.

‘Ha!’ She laughed. ‘Have you seen the size of your gut?’

He looked down at his belly and smiled.

‘Yeah,’ he said, with a sly little grin. 'It's far too small, dontcha think?’

He looked up at her.

‘Another problem for me to solve.’ She tapped her chin. ‘I think l have just the thing downstairs.’

He rolled his eyes and shooed her away. ‘Just go get the snacks.’

'And do your worst this time.’ He patted his belly. ‘No more holding back.’

‘Careful,’ she said, and turned in the doorway before she left.

‘Because you might just get what you wish.’ She smiled sweetly at him.