chapter 2

Stimulated by that thought, and by the distant sight of more pairs of pants yet to be outgrown, she beckoned the TV remote from his hand and muted the set. Nonchalantly, she spun herself around to sit up on his lap, facing him, and straddled his hips with her thighs.

Smiling sweetly, she prodded lightly at his belly, as it rose and fell between her legs with each laboured breath, given that he was so stuffed.

‘Tell me,’ she said, crossing her arms to pull her top up and over her head, before tickling his chin with her index finger, ‘did you eat more than one donut this time?’

His cheeks flushed a little, but only so faintly that probably only she could tell. He really had no self control around food these days; a fact that she adored given that it was clearly playing havoc with his waist.

‘Took down a couple,’ he replied, finally, with a sly grin of his own. And if she didn’t know him any better, the faint smirk behind his eyes was inviting her to pry more.

So biting deep on that hook, she leant forward to steal a kiss from his sugar-sweetened lips. And slowly, but surely, began to rock ever so slightly at her hips. He gulped, as his breathing quickened a step.

‘Oops,’ she whispered in his ear, as she leant forward to feel how her gyrations had prompted his body to react, 'seems like you're still a hungry for a little more.’

He shifted uncomfortably beneath her, as she began to prise her hands beneath his tight t-shirt and grope at his softened chest. The hunter had quickly become the hunted once again.

‘These mediums are no good for you anymore,' she said, with a sinful smile, 'didn’t you know that?’

‘Hadn’t noticed,’ he replied, looking down at his exposed dome of a belly, as she gave it a shake with both hands. He stared at her chest and licked at his lips. 'There's a few more pounds in them yet, at a guess,' he muttered.

'Ha!' She laughed and scrunched up her nose at him. 'You wish.’

‘Fatty,' she added, pointedly, as she sank her index finger deep into his gut.

He decided to ride the insult, or compliment, depending on your point of view, and played along by placing his hands on her thighs and rubbing them slowly, before working his way up to her waist, then on up to her chest.

‘Nuh-huh,’ she said, grabbing his wrists with her hands before he had a chance to play. With a giddy smile, she continued to rock at her thighs.

‘You're such a tease,’ he sighed, exasperatedly, as his head rolled back into the couch and his body lay there, stuffed and hard, and begging for her attention.

‘Or are you?’ she asked, rhetorically, prodding his belly once more.

'Tell me,' she continued, 'did you eat the whole box this time?' referring to the donuts.

‘Two or three left,’ he stuttered, as she kept up the pleasurable stirrings of her thighs.

‘Well that won’t do,’ she replied, as she got up from her perch. 'Plenty more room left in there.’ She placed her hand on his bloated belly and grinned at him. 'l can tell.'

'lt sure looks big enough at least.' She winked at him and puffed out her cheeks as she headed for the kitchen.

‘Well I am eighty pounds overweight after all,' he replied.

‘And a few more by the end of the month,’ she observed. 'At a guess,' she added, repeating his words back at him.

'Bye bye mediums.' She laughed as she patted her own slim waist in the doorway before she left, then arched her back, 'Hello XXLs.'

He hiccupped loudly, and they both smiled. She then turned and disappeared for the kitchen, and before his body had had even the slightest chance to relax, she was back up on top of him, reclaiming her perch - with the remainder of the box of donuts in one hand, and a can of whipped cream in the other. She popped the can of the whipped cream open and placed the nozzle by his lips, and he duly took down a few generous pumps of the fattening cream.

‘Good?’ she asked, as he swallowed.

‘Good,’ he muttered, and licked at his lips.

She kissed off a little excess cream from his lips and opened the box of donuts by her side. Squirting a generous amount of cream onto the first, she placed it enticingly by his lips.

‘Hungry?’ she asked.

He shook his head, and even though he tried to resist, the smell of the sweet sugary treat was too good to turn down. And so he took a hearty bite, as his impromptu resolve quickly took a dive.

‘Wanna see a little more?’ she teased him, smiling angelically, as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. He nodded, and took down another bite. But another donut had to disappear before he got to see the view he would want.

‘Good boy,’ she whispered, as she picked up the third and final donut and fed it to him between pumps of the fattening cream.

‘Dessert?’ she asked, coyly, her hips having teased him the whole time, as she began to squirted cream across chest.

But she needn't think about asking twice, because before she knew it, he had spun her around onto her back, and was hungrily licking the cream off her breasts and straddling her hips. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, and felt the weight of his belly try to prise them apart, as its subtle shake began to flood all her sweet spots.

‘Dessert,’ he said, breathlessly, as he fought with his sweatpants, and she fought a valiant battle with her own, pinned down tightly by his all encompassing weight.

‘Seems you’re a little hungry tonight,’ she panted. ‘Sure you still wanna diet?’

‘No.’ He finally got inside her and started kissing at her neck as he thrust. ‘Never.’

'l want more.'

She tightened her grip around him, and they both held on for dear life as their hips fought furiously between them. And after a few breathless minutes, the deed was done.

He regained his cool, and slowly released her from his weight. They both sat back upright on the couch, and tried to re-catch their breaths.

‘Wow,’ she said, staring at the fireplace, her cheeks glowing red and her hair tousled.

‘Wow,’ he echoed, reaching to grab her hand and give it a quick squeeze. ‘That was really something, that's for sure.’

‘Wasn’t it just,’ she said, placing her hand on his belly and smiling. ‘Seems like you’re working it with a little more weight these days.’

‘l try.’ He smiled back at her and pulled up his t-shirt.

‘You can always start your diet plan tomorrow,’ she said, with a sly grin, as she learnt over and kissed his bare belly for him, before looking up expectantly into his eyes.

‘Only if it’s on your diet plan,’ he said, his eyes smiling back.

She blushed a little. ‘Well,' she replied, 'we both know what that means.' She looked back up at him coyly.

‘More donuts?’ he asked.

'Bigger pants,' she corrected him, as she prised her fingers between his tight waistband and thighs.

'Can't you just get me bigger ones at the store whilst you're there?' he asked.

'I could,' she said, with a sly grin. 'But there's a few more pounds in these yet,' she repeated his words. 'And besides,' she continued, 'l always seem to find myself in the donut aisle first, isn't that funny?'

'Terrible habit.' He patted his belly and looked at her with non-judgemental jest.

'l know.' She got up from the couch - still topless - and headed for the kitchen door. 'They have been known to make a belly fat after all.'

‘Gonna fix me a snack then?’ he asked.

She turned in the doorway and grinned. ‘Do you really need ask?’

‘Guess not.’ He peered down at his belly and gave it another good pat. ‘How ‘bout we start your diet plan tonight?’ he asked, looking back up at her.

‘No time like the present,’ she quipped, and disappeared though the door. 'l think l have just the thing in the fridge.'

'And it'll have you in bigger pants by the end of the month.'

'I can guarantee it.'

'Just you wait.'

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