chapter 11 part 2

Mrella looks at her husband and shakes her head. "Well, if you're so worried, kiss my belly."

"... What?"

"You heard me. Suppose you are so afraid of somehow or another manipulating me into fulfilling your filthiest desires. In that case, I'll have you fulfill mine. Now kiss. My. Belly."

Saddiq looks at her perplexed but presses a chaste kiss on her navel.

"Not like that. Kiss it like you want to make love to it."

Saddiq looks at her hesitantly. Then, he leans over and kisses one of her side rolls. Things quickly grow more heated as he nips and sucks on it. Finally, his hands reach out and fondle her stomach with glee. It isn't long before he's sucking hickies and groping her with reckless abandon.

Mrella looks at her husband warmly before the overwhelming feeling washes over her again. She pants and moans, wanting the feeling to go away while also wanting it to never stop. She presses her thighs together and notices the growing dampness between her thighs.

She bursts out laughing at her stupidity. How could she not have realized what it was earlier? But then again, she doesn't think she's ever been this aroused before. Saddiq stops to find out what's so funny, but Mrella immediately presses his face into her belly fat.

"Don't you dare stop," she babbles. "Don't stop. It's so good. I need you so bad."

Meanwhile, Saddiq is on cloud nine. His wife is so luxuriously soft. The only firmness to her is her overstuffed belly which will soon become even more glorious fat. Her stomach churns overtime to digest all of their stuffed food into her today. And as soon as she has more room, he'll feed her even more.

He reaches out and fondles her fupa. It's fantastic how fat she's getting everywhere. He slides his hand lower and slips between her folds. He's taken aback by how slick she is. Suddenly things make sense. Saddiq flicks her nub and watches her convulse.

"Please!" Mrella gasps, "Please, I need you!"

Saddiq buries his face into her lower belly, where she's plushest. Her soft floral scent smells more wonderful than the most expensive perfume. He teases her slit reveling in her lust. He feels a little silly for worrying so much.

Mrella keens. She bucks her hips, making her belly wobble and shake.

"I need you in me! Don't tease me. I need you now!"

Mrella nearly cries when Saddiq steps away. It's a blessed relief when he grabs her love handles and buries himself to the hilt. He leans over, pressing their bellies together. Mrella looks up at her husband. His eyes are screwed shut and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Their bodies ripple violently with every pump of his hips.

Mrella feels the food inside her jump and shake. She can't recall her middle ever feeling quite so sensitive. There's a pressure that makes every caress, every stroke, every tease feel like so much more. It's too much yet not nearly enough.

"I can't believe how fat you've gotten," Saddiq grunts, "It hasn't even been two years yet, and look at you."

"Oh yeah?" Mrella pants, "If you think this is impressive, wait until I get fatter. I'll stretch out my stomach so much that I'll need twice as much food to get like this."

"I'll bet you won't even realize it when it happens. I'm gonna keep you like this - so full you can barely breathe. You're going to get so many stretch marks. I'll have to move your gut aside every time we have sex. I wonder how long that will take? A few years? Just a year? Maybe less?"

He jiggles her gut for emphasis. There's a loud gurgle before Mrella unleashes a torrent of belches. He gently slaps her belly, noting how it has a little more give to it. "Looks like someone has more room. I guess I'll have to stuff you some more. Can't have my queen hungry, can I?"

Mrella's orgasm - which had been coiling inside like an over-wound spring - finally unleashes. Tears spill out as she comes with a scream. It feels as if her soul jumped out of her body before gently floating back down. It takes her senses a moment to start working again.

"Wow." Mrella whispers. She feels a damp cloth gently wipe her clean. She sighs blissfully and lets Saddiq take care of her.

"You know, you are extremely distracting," Saddiq muses.

"I am, aren't I?" She tries to strike a sexy pose, but her stomach makes her look more like a beached sea creature.

"In the best possible way." He kisses her sweetly and rubs her belly.
By the end of the day, she's eaten more than she ever thought she could. Her stomach juts out proudly as she waddles to bed. She's never felt so heavy. She cradles her belly like a pregnant woman would as her husband helps her to bed.

She lets the food coma wash over her. She can't wait for tomorrow to see how much fatter she'll become.