Lonesome valentine

Chapter 3

“Oh my gawd,” Rebecca groaned, “did we really just eat over six hundred — *hic!* — dollars in groceries just now?”

“***BUUUUURP!*** — Yup!” Bruce replied as he unbuckled his belt and let his massively overstuffed gut come pouring down like an avalanche. He then let out a long moan, followed by a gruff “uhh boy!” as he patted himself vigorously on his belly, making a loud thumping sound as the angry sea of digestive juices sloshed around inside of him.

Rebecca and Bruce had indeed polished every last morsel of food that they had brought back to Bruce’s house that evening, and the two of them were now laid out like a couple of bloated slugs on Bruce’s sofa, their huge bellies towering in the air above them.

“Look at us,” Rebecca sighed as she stared down at her abdominal expanse jutting out before her, “we look like a couple of — *hic!* — beached whales!”

“Or a couple of big fat cows ready to be made into steaks,” Bruce joked.

“Ugh! Those steaks you bought were — *hiccup!* — soooo good!” Rebecca opined. “So thick and tender.”

“And that teriyaki marinade you put on them was, oh — *BUUUUURP!* — ah, excuse me,” Bruce bellowed, patting himself on his big barrel chest, “That marinade was delicious. As stuffed as I am, I think I could — *UUURP!* — eat about a dozen more of those.”

“Oh gawd, me too!” Rebecca moaned sensuously. “What is wrong with me? Why am I such a — *hiccup!* — fat greedy piggy?”

“*URP!* — that makes two of us,” Bruce responded as he reached over and gave Rebecca a firm but gentle pat on her tummy.

“Ooh, that feels good,” she said, “do that again.” Bruce then proceeded to give a series of light taps on Rebecca’s big belly, making it bounce up and down in her lap as though he were dribbling a giant overinflated basketball. “Mmmm, that’s the spot,” Rebecca moaned, “right there, don’t stop — just a little more, a little more, a little — “



BRAAAAAAAAP!!!



� ��Oh, excuse me!” said Rebecca as she soothed the sides of her aching tummy. “What a pig I am!”

“Feel better though?” Bruce asked.

“Much better,” Rebecca replied, “*hic!* — thank you.”

Bruce continued to rub and massage Rebecca’s belly, and soon she would reciprocate by reaching over and patting Bruce on his belly. They both seemed to be taken with one another, impressed by the other’s ability to overindulge as well as the resulting size of their bellies. Looking over at Bruce, Rebecca couldn’t help but feel as though her prayers had been answered, that she had somehow managed to find the big and handsome glutton of her dreams. Just as she had always desired, here was a guy who not only accepted her for who she was, but actually enjoyed indulging and overeating as much as she did. It seemed as though maybe she had found someone that she could really grow old and fat with.

“So,” she said to him softly, “what do you think we — *hup* — should do now?”

Bruce’s heavy panting grew heavier as he looked over at Rebecca, her beautiful dark eyes glazed over as though she were intoxicated, her chubby cheeks flush and her bosom heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. He could feel a stirring within him such as he hadn’t felt in many years. A carnal desire for this beautiful corpulent woman beside him washed over his entire body like a tidal wave, and his massaging of her softness grew deeper and his glare all the more intent. He attempted to shift his body over to one side so that he might get a better look into her eyes, but as he did, the angry ocean inside of him began to rage, and a barrage of audible gurgles bubbled up within him.

“I don’t know about you,” Bruce said sounding somewhat defeated, “but I think I’m — *HURP!* — too stuffed to move.”

“Ugh! Me too,” Rebecca said as she let her tongue dangle out over her lower lip, “I don’t think I’ve ever — *hic!* — been this stuffed before. I feel like if I even — *hic!* — try to move I might — *hic!* — explode!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Bruce said reaching over to grab a blanket he had folded on the arm of the sofa, “what say we just — *HUP!* — snuggle up here on the sofa for tonight, and in the morning we can — *HUP!* — see how we — *UUURP!* — how we feel.”

“That sounds like the best idea I’ve — *hic!* — heard all day,” Rebecca beamed softly as she looked over at Bruce’s handsome face. Bruce tossed the blanket out and spread it over both of their large and bloated bodies. The oversized fleece blanket felt warm and soft against the exposed skin of their distended bellies, and they quickly seemed to melt into one another as they huddled up close together. Both of their stomachs chugged and glugged inside of them as their massive bellies seemed to merge together beneath the warm blanket like two soft wads of clay.

As she rested her chubby face against Bruce’s big and meaty chest, Rebecca felt a feeling of comfort and safety as she had seldom ever felt with a man before, and somehow she felt as though she were exactly where she needed to be in that time and space. She continued to rub Bruce’s large tummy, losing herself in the smooth softness of its taut and overstretched skin. Bruce’s big paws continued to glide over the surface of Rebeca’s huge gut, caressing it lovingly as an expectant father would over his pregnant lover’s baby-bump. They drew closer and closer to one another as their fattened bodies seemed to melt into one another under the warmth of the soft and fluffy blanket and the layers upon layers of plush fat.

Feeling herself drifting off to sleep, Rebecca raised her head slightly so that she could whisper softly into Bruce’s ear, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bruce.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Rebecca,” Bruce answered, and there they would lay, two lonesome Valentines lonesome no more, having found one another and sharing in their love of food and fatness, holding and caressing one another until they both settled in to a peaceful night’s slumber.


THE END