Chapter 7 Getting Comfortable

Laly reluctantly nibbles on the last two brownies. She clearly did not want them but felt she had no choice. I plan on encouraging Megan to continue exploring her baking hobby. I know that Laly will obediently eat any sweet that Megan pressures her into trying. Shell never work up the courage to tell her that she’s too full. Maybe I should get really into baking too… It would be a great way to have a common hobby with my roommate and it would leave Laly no choice but to please us both by complimenting our creations.
Laly has had enough food for today. She’s packed on at least a pound or two. If I pushed one more morsel of food into that girl I swear her belly button would pop from an innie to an outie like a heavily pregnant woman. After sitting next to her on the couch admiring her beauty, it was becoming harder to resist my urges. Watching this whale sit here so stuffed that she is breathing heavily pushes me over the edge. I place my hand on her soft rounded cheek. Turn her head toward me, and softly kiss her plump lips. Good girls earn their kisses by eating, and she has earned it today. We softly kiss while I rub the small of her back. We are still in the living room and I figure its time to be courteous and let my roommates use the living room. I draw away from her lips. “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” “Yes please” Laly says eagerly.
I stand up from the couch and get in front of her, offering both hands to assist her to her feet. As soon as she rises to a standing position, she emits a solid burp. The motion must have jumbled the contents of her overfilled gut. Her breasts bounced up and down from the force of the burp. Her eyes flew wide open. “Im so sorry, excuse me.” She said, while her cheeks reddened. “No its okay your cute when you burp” I said. I poke her in the belly and she burps AGAIN. This chubby girl has no control over her body, and it is the most endearing thing in the world. I lead her down the hall towards the bedroom while she waddles behind holding my hand.
The door to my room opens and I lead her in front of my full length mirror. (Yes it is the same mirror from my profile pic in case you were wondering). Over powered by lust we begin to kiss. I hope that she is associating the joys of kissing with the feeling of being overstuffed. I want to condition her to associate eating with pleasure. I take the time to get a my first real feel of her body. With our lips connected I allow my hands gently slide down her puffy arms and rest on her wide-set waist. There I take turns grabbing each roll, making sure to give each one a fair amount of attention. I use her side rolls and handles to pull her body in closer. I have to have a firm grip on her sides to keep her close enough for kissing. I have to battle as her ballooning belly presses against my midsection trying to create distance.
“Lets get you out of those clothes. I appreciate how tight they are but they look uncomfortable.” She nods to agree. I turn her towards the mirror and stand behind her. I wrap my arms around her midsection and caress her from behind. She is so wide that I can’t see any of my body in the mirror. We both admire her size in the mirror for a moment. I gently nibble on her ear. I slide my hands up to her little white top. She knows to raise her arms over her head to assist. I struggled to slide my fingers under the shirt and pull it up past her arms and off. Laly moans with pleasure and relief as I toss her shirt to the side. Not sure if she was becoming acutely aware of my member pressing into her backside or if she was simply enjoying she relief of not having a tight shirt on. Her breast were spilling out of her purple bra. This lingerie was a few sizes too small. She must have recently gained and hadn’t had the chance to buy better fitting garments. It would take two hands to break the tension on the clips. A true test of my strength and coordination.
I cup her heavy breasts from behind. Gently lifting them from the top of her belly provides her some relief. I gently plant many small kisses on the side her neck. Her breathing is beginning to slowing intensify. She doest have to speak to let me know the she is becoming aroused. I release her breasts and and turn so I am standing in front of her, but she is still facing the mirror. I place a small kiss on her forehead. She reaches for my manhood. But I grab her wrist before she can touch it. The frustration is building in her face. But I want this to last. I want to tease her. “You can remove my shirt.” She eagerly pulls off my shirt. She is taking in my muscular frame and runs her hand down my muscular chest, and feels each of my abs on the way down. Her hand latches onto the waistband of my pants. A determined one she is. I remove her hand and slowly drop to my knees. Her legs are stuffed into these pants. I reach up and grab her waistband. Slowly pulling down her yoga pants until every last belly roll is freed. I look up at her as I plant little kisses all over her midsection. She looks down at me to watch, reveling her double chin. She eventually looks back into the mirror, admiring my back muscles while I admire her belly. I slowly pull down her leggings until they are on the floor. Her thighs put up quite the battle against the leggings. I rise up standing in front of Laly and look deep into her chocolate colored eyes with intention…..