chapter 3

The waiter seated us in the corner where there was a bit more room, he looked quite delighted, thinking I’m sure, about how much food we were going to order and how much of a tip he would get from the notoriously generous Americans.

And we did order a lot - bread and wine, cheese, meats, and those were just the appetizers. My lover ordered a rich pasta, with buttery cream sauce, while I had Niçoise salad. I watched him finish all the bread and ask for more. Then he ordered a veal plate with more rich sauce, from the slow smile on his chubby face, savoring every bite. I enjoyed watching him eat and secretly hoped he would gain some weight while on our vacation.

We kept up a lively banter as people sneaked peeks at his round belly, which looked much larger while he was seated. When he started on his second entree I could see his vest was becoming much too tight, holes gaping between the buttons. So I slowly undid it, each button allowing his stuffed stomach to expand a bit more. After it was undone, I moved closer to him and rubbed the underside in a circular motion, stopping at the sides to feel the folds of flesh, before traveling across the massive girth of it, briefly fingering his cavernous navel. I loved to wedge my hand underneath it, where it was trapped between the weight of his gut and his hard cock. This was huge turn on for both of us. I grabbed his fat neck and pulled him towards me and we kissed long and hard, both groaning as we felt each other’s bodies.

He finished off by ordering three different deserts. And we finished off a second bottle of wine. He was obviously uncomfortable and patted his full belly with some effort as a signal for me to undo the button of his pants and undo the fly just a little. He sat back and put both chubby hands on his round, now dramatically protruding stomach. He was noticeably larger, fatter, and knew it...closing his eyes and trancelike, felt his body, from his large, soft man boobs, nipples hard and clearly visible under his shirt, to the shelf created by his overstuffed stomach and the fat cascading far out in front of him.

“Do you think you can make it back to the hotel?” I asked, caressing a fat breast in my small hand.

“Oh, God” he sighed. “I don’t know.”

After we paid, and tipped very generously, the waiter was somewhat amused yet entirely happy to help me get him to his feet, where he eventually found his balance. Trying to hold his stomach in as much as possible with his big hands we made our way through the small tables; several people have to move over so that he could fit through. I guided him to the door where and walked out into the chilly night, slowly back to my suite, my arm around him cradling that gorgeously rounded and surprisingly heavy belly.

“I have a feeling I’m going to get a lot fatter on this trip, you little vixen, and I'm going to enjoy every second”. Mutually aroused at that thought, both our passions rising in a spiraling synched crescendo, furiously kissing, hands everywhere both undressing frantically as I quickly unlocked the door and soon to open another.

Urging you to pick up the pace I whisper "I need you in me now, please" and reaching the edge of the huge bed, push you backwards onto it, your belly a pale rising mountain. You help me straddle your thick thighs, holding up your belly unasked as I center myself. Achingly slow, I slide down and down and settle; so moist I slip down easily, despite your thickness.

My breasts flattening on the top shelf of your belly, my hands massaging, exploring everywhere.... an electric shock as our overly sensitive nipples touch. I feel your heat intensify as your hips rotate upwards, pushing every inch of yourself that you can into me, firmly filling me.

I'm so tight...as your hips rotate your convex belly is accommodated by my firm concave one with the most marvelous sensations. I feel encapsulated, and as you thrust up into me I release my hold of your belly and feel it flow against me. The hardness of my firm pubic area now pushes into your soft one aggressively, tugging your skin, pushing your soft pubic fat away from your cock.

The sensations of your distended abdomen beneath me and your erection swelling inside me stimulates me beyond control and I begin to rotate faster. Urging me on, you cup my breasts gently squeezing them, feeling my nipples elongate in your fingers as I rock over you. You cup them in your chubby hands, your thumbs making small circles on my almost painfully erect nipples.

You pant faster, as do I, squeezing your belly as you convulse is making me even more aroused, and with each surge I arch my back thrusting down taking your thick throbbing hardness deep into me, your overfull belly a liquid balloon on which I am floating.

Frantically I try to touch every inch of you all at once, to hold every fattened inch in my hands, feel every inch of your breasts and belly and thighs, as I move faster and faster toward my peak. My hands everywhere... slipping into your deep folds of fat, squeezing you, massaging the butter soft fat you have grown for me, feeling your fullness and softness, the ocean-like surge of your belly fat between my thighs, your hard center deep within me.

And just as I begin my climax, your hands cupping my backside pull me deep into the fullness of your gluttony and my mind begins to leave my body as waves of sheer orgasmic pleasure rush through my small body.

Suddenly I feel no weight, riding a soft cloud, suspended in your strong warm hands, impaled on you, feeling only the sliding of my soft skin against the bulging fat of your food swollen abdomen.

Involuntarily your hips begin to swivel faster, and as I feel your inner muscles clench and spasm, I explode again with you, following your ascendancy with my own, you skyrocketing up into me as orgasmic waves of intense pleasure sweep over us both.

*fin*

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