Men are from mars (mutual)

Chapter 5 - mutuality

The hotel room was decorated in deep crimson. A boudoir that framed her growing frame. I had to lift her warm rolls with both hands to reveal my prize. She was slick to the touch. Her smell filled up my senses. Her thighs were so wide they squeezed my body in to hers. That afternoon I experienced the pleasure of her mass on me. Her belly sliding up and down my chest with each thrust. She sweated and struggled her hands highlighted her corpulence. She stroked and held her breasts and belly like a prize. Each squeeze highlighted the slight cellulite on her oozing mound. I felt my balls tighten as we got closer. She was moaning and panting. The sensation of her belly rubbing up and down me pushing me closer and closer. Her pussy tight as she reached her climax and within seconds I was pulsing inside her.
She eased herself off me and walked over to the minibar.
"We're a great match you and I" She was still breathing heavily, each breath animating her glistening flabby form.
"We sure are". I was still unable to move.
"I want to share something with you." She walked over to her case and withdrew a laptop. Opening it she made her way back to the bed. She loaded a folder called Untitled. "This is the story of my gain in photographs" She opened a random image. She was once very small, maybe 110lbs on a 5’2 frame. "This is me before I discovered my love of fat" She opened the next one "This is how I discovered it". It was her next to a behemoth of a man. I took a close look. The man was almost as wide as he was tall. Piercing blue eyes framed in a fattened face. His face sat above a rounded double chin which melted in to his chest. His round moobs bulging in his t-shirt. These were supported by his hanging gut that flattened out over his thighs. "This is Alex. He was my first feeder"
"Feeder? as in the one who fattened you up?" I was surprised at how jealous I felt.
"Well, kind of, yes. I also fattened him. We were a gaining couple. I met him online in a student support forum. We never exchanged photos but we did exchange jokes. During summer break we decided to meet up to talk about career paths. He was 230lbs then. By this picture he was not." She looked at me remembering that this was the first time we had spoken about previous relationships. "Are you...
I interrupted. "Did you, like him that size? I mean either 230 or whatever he is in this pic?" She Nodded. "I see"
"That's not the point." She said softly. "He loved his body and his confidence in it attracted me to him. He would take joy in eating and that led him to gain a lot of weight." She pointed back at the screen. "I asked him how he felt and he told me I should try it. I had already put on a few pounds being around him and from my student diet of late night pizza and energy drinks so I thought I'd take a less passive approach for a month and see where it got me. And eventually this is where it got me" She gestured toward her body.
I smiled at her. She looked nervous as if she feared she had made a mistake in revealing this to me. I had an idea to put her mind at rest. "Show me more of your gain. I find it sexy". It worked. She began opening folders within folders loading pictures of the last 3 years.
"This one is when I finally got my belly to overhang", "And this one is when I could finally call myself obese" She declared the latter with such great pride it made me giggle. The picture of her belly hang stirred me again. She was pulling down on the bottom of her belly. It just folded over her panty line. I pictured it growing lower to where it rested now: completely covering her panties. The thought of her growing made me hard again. "I'm so glad you're so in to this. I don't think I could be in a relationship with a guy who didn't love fat." She started toying with my stiffening dick. "Let me show you more". She opened another folder. All the jpegs were called feed followed by a number. She started at the first. "This pic gets me off". My dick jumped when I focused on the pic. It was her at about 180lbs lying on a bed stuffing a donut in her mouth. Her belly clearly distended. Her left hand playing with her plump mound through her panties. "I would do this twice a day. Stuff myself until I could barely take it, and then make myself cum so hard I'd shiver at the slightest touch for minutes afterward". You could tell the sexual excitement in her face as she described the scene. It was the same lustful look that she had in the photo. "The great thing about doing this is that it made me eat more and more each time. Until I got to here" She took my hand and placed it over her navel. Returning to her previous motion she continued her teasing of my now throbbing member.
"Don't you love the way it feels?"
I nodded. It was so sensual, so warm. It multiplied her very essence. "I'd never have thought that I'd be saying this but I love it. I love your fat"
She moved slightly close to me, my hand slipping deeper in to her softness. "Close your eyes." The command was calm and sultry. A dark whisper I felt complied to obey. "I want you to imagine something. Feel my folds with your fingers. stroke my rolls. Visualise this belly in your hands." I began to picture what I was feeling. Her toying with my cock became a rhythmic stroking up and down the underside of my shaft. I twitched. "How do you feel? Are you, aroused?" I swallowed and nodded. This was new, hypnotic, spellbinding. "Lift it from underneath and feel its weight. Feel how it moulds to your hand, draping round your palm" she began to grip me as her slow rhythm continued. "Now, I want to take you somewhere different. Keep your eyes close and let your mind wander." her rhythm quickened slightly as she began to work further up toward the tip. I could feel I was oozing precum as her hand descended. "Imagine you're sitting on your bed at home. We're alone. You can see my face smiling at you as I stroke you, like this." she was practically purring as her grip tightened a little. "Keep kneading my belly."
It was getting intense, I could feel the tension building as her pace quickened. "Now I want you to do something for me. Just a little something." I was too aroused to respond with anything more than a moan. "Imagine all that fat in your hands, that warm sensual fat. Imagine it was yours. That soft belly moved with your every move. Gave you weight. Rested on your thighs, massaging your cock when you moved."
I didn't know what to do or say. I was too close to do anything. "Imagine you are fat." With that she pumped me hard a vigorously until I came all over my body.
I gradually snapped out of my stupor. The mix of emotions running through me was so intense. Clouded by the relief I'd just experienced I focused on her mouth. She was grinning again. Reaching out with her hand she stroked my face. "So?" She asked.
I was feeling defensive. "So what?". She'd gone too far. Or had she. She said she loved fat. Maybe this was something she needed right now.
"So, how did that make you feel?".
I still had no response. I was honest. "I need time to think."