Date Night

Chapter 1

She smirked up at him as he carefully tied her wrists to the headboard, her loose flowing sundress hiding her figure from his bright blue eyes, although they were concentrated on the knot he was making with the scrap of silk fabric that was serving as her binding. She squirmed a little, playfully, trying to bump her chest or tummy against his crotch as he straddled her to reach.

"And where do you think you're going, Marshmallow?" he teased playfully, the silk tightening around her slim wrists, his eyes back on her, his smile playing across his lips in that perfect way that she had seen a thousand times before, that she wanted to see a thousand times more. She giggled, her chest and tummy jiggling slightly before she composed herself enough to reply "Just making sure you did a good job." her breath catches for a moment as his hands brush her full breasts before they find handfuls of her soft belly. He leans close, she already knows what he's likely to say, but it doesn't lessen the fluttering in her stomach or the warmth between her legs as he whispers in a husky voice "I'm going to pump this belly up like a round chubby balloon tonight" his lips on her neck, his hands kneading, the sway of his hips brushing his erection against the top of her thigh, causing the dress to ride slowly higher. She moans softly, turning to kiss his check, sighing softly. He pulls away after a few moments, leaving only the memory of his soft lips on her skin, of the warmth of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and the scent of his cologne faintly in the air.

He comes back after a few moments with a small funnel and a length of plastic tube, she looks at the nightstand which is already laden with the other half of his 'nefarious' plan: a half gallon of chocolate vegan ice cream and a carton of almond milk sit next to a blender, the first few scoops already in the pitcher.

He grins again, blushing, he's a little nervous, but so is she, she looks away, shyly. He starts the blender and gently brushes a hand along her cheek. "Open wide Bunny, time for dessert" he murmurs softly, lovingly, confident that she'll comply with his wish. She does of course, her perfect, pink, soft lips, lips he's kissed uncountable times, lips he's dreamed about every night, lips he's watched close around both delicious treats and his own eager cock, close around the end of the tube. His right hand holds the other end attached to the funnel above her, his left switching off the blender and detaching the pitcher. He looks her in the eyes, lips parted, too shy to verbalize the question. She nods with a smile, blushing as she does so.



When the first mouthful of sweet chocolate milkshake hits her lips, she shivers in pleasure, the taste is intense, more intense than she was expecting, it's not like she didn't know what to expect, but.. her mouth already full of the thick creamy fluid, she swallows, feeling the coolness radiate down her throat and into her stomach, her eyes shut her mouth already filling again. Breathe, swallow, swallow, breathe. How easy it is to drop into a routine, her stomach already feeling full, her body almost quivering with excitement, unable to see how much is left in the funnel, imagining that there's an infinite amount of milkshake to fill her with.

She almost cries out with disappointment when the tube runs dry. His hands explore her tummy even as the blender works to make another helping. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Good" she murmurs, her eyes closed, his hands warm on her cold stomach, his fingers squeezing, palms jiggling, playful rough pats to make it wobble. "I can't believe how quickly you're already looking bigger." He runs his hands down her love handles, adding "But I'm sure there's plenty more room in here, isn't there Bunny? we won't be done until you can't see my head behind your swollen body when I reward you for being such a good little piglet" He kisses her cheek and shuts off the blender, hands already pushing the tube past her lips again. "Round two" he says.

She's more prepared for it this time, eager, confident, She's got a very expandable belly and there's no telling how much she can actually fit this way, although she suspects she can't finish it all, she's eager to be good, to show him how much she can fit with his encouragement, even as she feels the weight in her growing body, the knowledge that this much, this fast, will have some affect on her thick hips no matter how little she eats the rest of the week, knowing as surely as she can feel his eyes on her growing belly even with her lips closed that he wants it too. She gulps greedily, her mind imagining that the sweet cream that fills her is issuing from the head of his thick cock, and that the bulge in her belly will steadily grow to awe-inspiring proportions.

She audibly whimpers as the flow stops this time, but his lips have replaced the tube even before he's started the blender again. His kisses are hungry, eager, his body curved low over hers, his hands on her belly, her hips, her breasts. he's got the sundress up high enough to expose her lacy panties, the fabric of his jeans rough against her bare thighs. one of the thin shoulder straps has slipped off her shoulder, the black fabric of her bra exposed as the neckline of her dress slips lower and lower. His tongue on hers, warm, a little tangy after the sweetness of the creamy treat, he moans against her lips, "I can feel you growing as you swallow again and again" he teases against her lips, his hands brushing her belly to emphasize his words. "I'm going to make you so very very Fat tonight."

he kisses her neck again, his hands grabbing her middle again, feeling the firmness from how very full she already is, the way his pats and slaps cause less jiggle, the heft of her belly.. heavy with food. "My, you've really been a very greedy piglet tonight. but I bet even as full as you are, it thrills you to know I'm going to feed you even more."

the blender shuts off again, round 3. She squirms a little this time, her belly is already feeling taut, she can tell this next pitcher will really add to her girth, her belly visibly swelling with each swallow, her breathing shallower, her moans more frequent. He's practically humping her leg at this point, staring down into her eyes with a hungry look of his own. He bites his lip and moans as she arches her back, thrusting her belly and chest up at him.

he sets the pitcher down, his free hand working the other strap of her sundress off, exposing her black silky bra as the last few mouthfuls of milkshake slide down the tube and into her swelling body. She sighs contently as she swallows the last mouthful, then moans as he tugs the dress down and the neck compresses her bloated belly slightly. He wiggles it off her hips, exposing her navel piercing, and leaving her in just her bra and panties. His hands slide along her sides, before cupping her breasts gently, his eyes just visible over the bulge of her tummy as he looks up at her from somewhere around her thighs.

"You're my fat prisoner" he grins, kissing her belly again. "Pretty soon you'll be too bloated to move and I won't even need the knots to keep you here in bed with me" she giggles, and the jiggling sets of another wave of pleasure and moans. His stubble brushes over her belly button as he shifts to straddle her legs one more time.

"Think you can handle one more pitcher?" he grins, she moans and shakes her head from side to side, smiling. He smiles back and says "Well, I suppose you have already eaten much more than you normally could; and this big round belly is quite the proof: you really are my Marshmallow now" He leans close and whispers "I'm just sorry it was ice cream and not a half gallon of my cum."

He kisses her after saying this, thrusting his tongue deep, the warmth pleasant in her cold mouth. the kiss lasts for only a few moments, but in her head those moments stretch, her body hyper-aware of his, the way his hands are still on her tummy, the way his pant legs are rubbing against her bare thighs, the heat of his cock through his jeans where it rubs against the bottom of her fat belly.

He pulls back, and kisses her neck again. "Time for your reward" he grins. before reaching behind her to unclasp the bra, letting her perfect ripe breasts fall free, exposing her taut nipples to the cool air of the room. She moans again, squirming, knowing exactly what he's planning to do. He starts kissing around her breasts in lazy circles, lips slowly creeping closer and closer to her areola, his hands already slowly rolling the waistband of her panties down her hips. They come free of her butt a few moments before his lips first close around her nipple, teeth ever so lightly grazing her flesh as he suckles lightly. Hands moving back up her legs after pulling her bottoms free of her thighs, she kicks them the rest of the way off. His mouth already traveling lower, even as his big, soft, warm hands, push her thighs wide.

"Three pitchers... Three orgasms" he murmurs from somewhere near her belly button, before his head disappears below the horizon of her swollen ice cream baby...

She gasps as his lips close around her clitoris, he's wasting no time tonight, he must be every bit as aroused by this as she is. He slips his hands under her thick hips and pulls her closer, his tongue swirling, his lips brushing her labia. He murmurs something inaudibly against her, the vibration of his voice thrilling her. His mouth nuzzles her wet pussy as he grips her butt, his tongue sneaking between his playful lips to taste her. She squirms, normally she'd have a hand on his head but not tonight, no, tonight she's tied to the headboard, fat belly and ripe breasts on full display as he buries his face between her soft thighs. He moans, she moans too. He gives her butt one last squeeze and moves a hand between her thighs, gently slipping one finger inside her, the tip curling ever so slightly to brush the wall of her vagina.. seeking just the right spot. She cries out as he brushes it, once, twice. his finger matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. She can feel how wet his chin is getting, all from her. He's greedily licking her pussy, her clit, her thighs, his other hand starts to brush the crown of her swollen belly. She warns him.. "I'm close" he redoubles his effort, saying a little louder, audibly. "cum for me my sexy marshmallow, show me how much you love that I'm making you fat." his words send her over the edge. her body quakes as she climaxes, her legs tensing around his head, her torso shivering with pleasure, her breasts jiggling, her belly too taut and swollen.

He lifts his head, smiling at her over the dome of her stomach. "One" he says, winking. before shifting to lie next to her, one leg over her thigh, his arm around her between her breasts and belly, his lips kissing her cheek, just a hint of her scent on his breath. he sighs softly and whispers in her ear "Would you like a few minutes to recover?"