chapter 34

So. It was going to be one of those days? Jeremy opened Luscious Lilly’s profile and knew he would run out of kleenex soon.

Lilly was like this Rubenesque woman who would have been a model for a goddess to classical painters. If there was any sanity in this world, Lilly would be on the cover of magazines like Playboy or Sports Illustrated. Here she was, in a stunning red bikini, stuffing herself with burger after burger. For the first time, he heard her voice. It sounded familiar, but huskier and more sultry. Her voice oozed a carnal sexiness as she described her thickening thighs and stuffed belly. She huffed and wheezed as she struggled to eat the burgers, her belly growing bigger than he’d ever seen it before.

“Where do I even begin? What do I even say?” FakePierceBrosnan typed. “I didn’t think you could be more perfect. Then I heard your voice. God I would like to make you purr. Feed you. Worship you. Tell you what a good piggy you’ve been while I measure your ass or count the new rolls constantly forming on your body. I would love to see your face. I bet you have an adorable double chin forming.”

Almost instantly, Lilly responded, as if waiting for his message.

Lilly: “Oh gosh, you make me so wet, Pierce. I love reading your messages. I always touch myself when I read them. I hope you’re touching yourself, too.”

Pierce: “What do you think I’ve been doing all morning? I think I just about came the second I saw stuffed into that bikini. Did you have to cut yourself out of it?”

Lilly: “Ha, you wish! No, I’m going to keep stuffing myself in it, until one day, it just snaps, and all my fatness is one display. What do you think? Should I get fatter?”

Pierce: “As I always say, it’s your body. But so long as you want to keep growing, I will always be there to feed you. You’re getting so effing hot. Why stop now?”

Lilly: “All right. I can’t take it. Who are you? Are you a 70-old man who lives in his mom’s basement? Are you a sex criminal? What if we met one day? Would you kidnap me? Sorry to freak out on you, but we just spend so much time talking, and I know nothing about my mysterious FakePierceBrosnan. It’s like you’re my James Bond, my man of mystery.”

Pierce: “If you’ll be my Bond Girl, I’ll be James Bond. I’m just a regular guy, about your age, with a white collar job, and … a skinny girlfriend. I love her more than anything. We’re on a bit of a pause right now. Not sure we’ll ever be able to meet in person … who was that filming you? Finally got a boyfriend to appreciate your fatness? I bet you get marriage proposals every day.”

Lilly: “It doesn’t surprise me that you’ve got a girlfriend, but it is a lil disappointing. Sometimes I fantasize about us meeting and you tying me down and feeding me and screwing me. I guess I’m a little jealous of your girlfriend … that skinny bitch lol. I hope she sees the light and gains a few pounds for you. You deserve it. I do get lots of marriage of proposals, but no, that was my fat friend (think 400 pounds). She’s coaching me to be a proper fat girl. Maybe one day I’ll be fatter than her… Why’d you ask about a boyfriend? Sounds like you’re a little jealous, too.”

Pierce: “Of course I’d be jealous. Who wouldn’t be jealous of the guy who got to fondle your love handles, squeeze your belly, slap your ass? Don’t you get it? You’re a goddess. If you want 400 pounds, I say go for it. Your ass would take up an entire couch at that weight. You wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without a parade of onlookers following your fat butt ripple and sway.”

Lilly: “Fuuuuuuuck me. I’ve got my vibrator in right now and I just came reading your message. That sounds incredible.”

Pierce: “You just came? I’ve come like three times during this chat alone. I can’t stop jerking off to pictures of your fat body.”

Lilly: “God, you’re bad. I love it.”

Lilly pulled the vibrator out of her wet pussy. She grabbed the container of melted ice cream next to her laptop and chugged the entire thing.

Lilly: “Your fav fat babe just chugged like two thousand calories. Be a doll and jerk off again :)

Pierce: “Your wish is my command.”