chapter 1

‘I don’t remember this being so hard.’ He huffed above her in the bed.

‘It’s those last ten pounds.’ She winked up at him. ‘And that sheet cake every night.’

‘Gotta have my treats.’ He defended himself, and continued to thrust.

‘Evidently.’ She grinned back up at him, and felt his eyes all over her body once more.

‘How about you start admitting it now?’ Her hands were on his thickened love handles as she asked. ‘You’re struggling to stop.’

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Partly at the accusation, and partly because it was true.

‘I can lose this belly whenever I want.’ He shook it into her, and carried on with his hips.

'You sure?' Her eyebrows raised. ‘Even when I’m still around?'

‘Yes.’ He stuck out his tongue playfully at her and tickled her sides. ‘And trynna make me rounder too!’

But whilst they both laughed, she knew that look on his face.

He was starting to tire.

And as if on cue, he ground to a halt above her, breathing heavily, and had to roll over onto his back for some air. And she didn’t need more of an invite to get up on top.

‘Oops.’ She giggled, patting his belly with a wry smile as she took up her seat. ‘Got a lil’ too addicted to my cooking, didn’tcha big boy?’ She queried, as her hips began to put him to task.

‘F***ck!’ A pleasured moan escaped his lips as she tightened her grip on him.

‘No, it’s not that,’ he began to protest, but his hands on her body revealed it wasn't so.

‘And all this sex on tap.’ She quipped further, and slapped at his heavy gut. ‘Is it any wonder you grew a lil’ fat?' She winked at him playfully, and shot him her best puppy dog eyes.

The indignity of it.

Her sheer arrogance.

And that fact that he had been bettered at his own game.

He just couldn’t stand this.

And so somehow, he managed to summon the strength from somewhere to lift them both clean up off the bed, and her off of him in the process too, before flipping her over onto her front unsubtly and moving swiftly to grab at her hips. He was moving fast for a big boy right now, his belly now on her back, and his all back inside her.

‘Feel that?’ He pulled a little at her hair as he asked; his weight beginning to squeeze the air out of her lungs and her body being squeezed tighter into the mattress with eahc thrust. ‘Like that, don’t you?’ His voice was now at a low growl by her ear, his greedy thrusts teasing her, as his teeth grazed softly at her cheek, before his lips locked onto her neck.

She somehow managed to turn her head a little to one side and come up for air.

‘Don’t you?’ He asked again, smacking lightly at the side of her thigh as he kept working her with his belly and thighs.

‘Mmmm, you’re so cocky.’ She did her best to hide her sly grin, as she bit a little at the pillow by her face. ‘I’m gonna love seeing that when your pants don’t fit.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him and eased a slight gasp of pure pleasure from his lips.

‘You’ll just buy me more.’ He grabbed her ass determinedly, continuing to thrust as he bit at her ear. ‘Won’t you?’

He was enjoying himself, she could tell. Throwing that weight around, like he was in charge.

‘Mail order.’ She quipped, teasing him with her hand, as she clamped onto him tighter still.

‘Such a kinky little Miss.’ His lips were back at the base of her neck. ‘Just look what you made me do to myself.’ He kissed uncontrollably at her back. ‘You just knew I couldn’t stop.’

‘Oops.’ She tried to feign her innocence, but there was clearly a fair share of blame to lay at her door. 'Nothing little ‘bout you any more is there honey?’ She glanced back and fired him a sly smile.

‘Another forty pounds on me,’ he teased her back now. ‘And I’m gonna put you right through this bed!’

‘Bring it.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him again, and drew them both in a little closer to getting there too.

He was so mesmerised by her in that moment, he just couldn’t stop himself. All he wanted was more. All. The. Time.

‘You’re gonna cook me more after this.’ He commanded - as it wasn’t a question to be asked, and grabbed at her ass to confirm so. ‘Aren’t you?’ He pulled a little harder on her shoulders for more purchase as he asked, and got himself the perfect angle to persist with his haul.

‘Yes!’ She moaned a little, letting herself edge a little closer, as she felt him throbbing between her thighs. ‘I'm gettin’ so good at your portion control baby.’ She bit at the pillow, as his weight kept barreling into her like heavy waves hitting the shore.

‘Can you feel it?’ He asked, his lips back hurriedly by her ear.

‘God yes!’ She moaned, unable to see his face, but sensing that wide smile.

‘Good girrrhhl.’ He began to lose it inside her. ‘You’re such a good little feeder girl.’ He grabbed her thigh as he came.

‘Yes!’ She moaned, biting at the pillow again, answering his call, and coming just in time for his overfed body to collapse on her back.

And after a few blissful moments like that, their bodies still intertwined and tingling, he finally rolled over and gave her some air.

‘Good,’ he said, reaching his head across slightly to kiss the side of her cheek. ‘For a moment there,’ he continued, his hand now squeezing greedily again at her ass. ‘I thought you’d forgot who’s in control.’

She did her best to restrain herself in that moment; until she had had her chance to feed him some more that night too.

‘Of your weight?’ She asked - innocently enough - but failing to hide her widening smirk, as she rolled over onto her side to face him too now.

‘Yes.’ He kissed her lovingly on the lips.

‘Oh boy!’ She said, still grinning at him, as their mouths parted, and she grabbed his belly and gave it a shake with her hand. ‘I think someone really needs to step on the scales.’

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