Chapter 6 - happy end

Melanie watched the cookie disappear in Wesley’s mouth, shortly followed by the next and another one. Her whole body screamed for her to touch him. Very slowly, Melanie got on her knees. Cautiously, she straddled over Wesley’s legs, while feeling the whole time as if she might faint because her heart beat so fast in her chest.
Wesley had paused stuffing cookies in his mouth, watching her with wide eyes. »Melanie?«
She reached for the container with the sugar-coated muffins. Tentatively and very slowly, to give Wesley every possibility to stop her should he wish to, Melanie brought the first muffin to his mouth. He automatically opened his lips, welcoming the sweet treat. A huge bite disappeared in his mouth.
While Melanie watched him chew, she let her idle hand explore his curves for the very first time. He shivered in reaction to her touch, sending a jolt through her own body. She felt Wesley’s broad shoulders and meaty upper arms. The tender, clean-shaven skin of his double chin. Melanie wanted to feel more of him. Impatiently, she stuffed the whole remainder of the muffin into his mouth, causing a muffled protest, but in Wesley’s eyes, she read eagerness.
Her hands found his soft, lush breasts and she kneaded them a little through the fabric of his shirt before continuing exploring his body. Wesley moaned and reached for her waist. He paused the movement, looking coyly for her approval. She offered him an encouraging smile, taking his hands with hers, guiding them to her waist. More than that, she rode up the black turtleneck, so he could feel her skin.
»You are so beautiful, Melanie.«
Carefully, she laid half on top of him, grabbing full hands of his soft flab while rubbing slowly against him.
»More.« Wesley’s voice was harsh with need.
Methodically, she started to stuff him with more muffins and some cake. Wesley’s breath came strained now and he moaned with pleasure.
»I am getting full.«
She caressed his swollen gut but didn’t stop feeding him more sweets.
He begged. »Wait. Please.« Wesley looked at her, his eyes wide with lust.
Melanie stopped. He dragged her closer and they kissed for the first time. Wesley’s lips were voluptuous on hers and he tasted of sugar and cinnamon.
»mmmhh.«
»Look what you do to me.« He arched out his taut belly deliberately, the movement enough, to tear off the middlemost button of his stretched shirt. Melanie couldn’t else but moan. It was so hot, to finally feel him, to finally take part in his feeding, she just couldn’t hold back.
His voice was deep and teasing. »You like that, don’t you?« He grabbed her back, riding up Melanie’s skirt. »Say it to me!«
Melanie kissed his swollen lips again. »I want to stuff you until your heavy paunch rests in your lap.«
He caught his breath. »I didn’t yet try the tartelettes.«
Melanie took the first one out of its box and pushed a huge piece into Wesley’s mouth. While he chewed and swallowed, he tried to sit up a little, thereby guiding her to sit on his lap with her legs clasping his body. He took the tartelette and the box from her and guided her hands to his crammed gut.
»You need to help me a little to make more room.«
Sweat broke on Melanie’s back. She got rid of the turtleneck and started to massage the swollen fat still hidden beneath the white fabric of Wesley’s shirt. He stuffed a second tartelette into his mouth, but then stopped suddenly.
»What is it? Are you ok?« Had she overdone it?
He tried to shift, but somehow no position seemed to fit him better.
»You must be very gentle.«
Melanie started to knead his belly again. An ugly belch escaped him and he looked at her embarrassed. She kissed his worry away. Then, she fiddled with his belt until it gave way and opened button and zipper of his pants. Wesley’s shirt and undershirt rode up instantly, exposing soft white blubber, now swollen with food. »Better?«
»You need to caress me a little more I guess, before I really can call it better.«
Hesitantly, he traced the line of her waist upward to her breasts. »I want you closer.«
Melanie pressed herself against him, feeling Wesley pushing her skirt up to her waist. Then he kissed her again.
»Are you sure, this is what you want?«
She gently stroke his full cheeks and chin and smiled. »Not only this. I want all of you, but I want all of you to be more. Much more.«
They kissed again.
»It’s obvious what I would like to do right now, but I am refusing to be finally together with you in a revolting stained elevator.«
Melanie squeezed his belly again, overwhelmed to see the soft pillowy white paunch bare for the first time. Her hands tried to ride the shirt higher to gain access to be able to pinch his squashy breasts and tender nipples. Wesley moaned half in frenzy, half in protest. In this second, his phone started to ring.
»The repair crew is down at the elevator right now. They think it’s something simple, so we can expect to get going the next few minutes.«
The disappointment must have shown clearly on her face.
»You are a greedy mistress, Melanie.« He looked at himself. His formerly white shirt was stained with all kinds of cream, chocolate and sugar icing. More than that, it was missing its mid button. Melanie held out a handkerchief to him and he wiped his face. Then, Wesley tried to get up and winced at the effort it took to heave his heavy, swollen body. When he stood, he shoved the shirt back into the trousers waistband and closed the belt a hole wider than before. Even so, his belly sagged over the hem of his waistband, stretching the now bigger space between the buttons around the missing one even further.
Melanie’s fears resurfaced. Worriedly, she bend to pick up his coat. Wesley took it from her and covered the condition of his clothes with it. Seconds after they both looked representable again, the elevator came to life again. Wesley spoke to one of the repair guys for a few minutes before returning to her.
»They say it’s safe now.« He paused, looking at her for a long time. »In the elevator, you said, you said you want all of me, is that true?«
Her voice trembled. »I am in love with you, Wesley, for a long time. And even if you don’t like to ... you know ...«
He interrupted her. »Be crammed and make a complete pig of myself by a beautiful, intelligent, caring woman?«
»That, I guess. I just want to be together with you.«
Wesley’s light-blue eyes shone with love and happiness. Slowly, he approached her and Melanie felt her heart racing with anticipation. She leaned against one of the massive concrete pillars of the garage. When he reached her, he pressed himself against her, letting her feel his now heavier frame, pushing out his rotund gut against her frail silhouette.
»I can’t think of anyone I would rather getting fat and heavy for. How about we skip this year’s Christmas party?«