Chapter 4- Rose

She gripped his cock through his shorts and pressed her body into his. For a brief moment he thought he could feel her own stomach pushing back at him. She had eaten twice as well, he reminded himself. She went to unbutton his Dockers, her knuckles brushing the bottom of his belly as it hovered heavily over this waistband, threatening to in time hang over it. The shorts were pretty willing to open and once his zipper was down, it offered him to her. She seamlessly slid his clothes off and threw them unnecessarily at the door. He could only feel his penis bobbing in the air, as his belly was blocking his view, when laying down. He could look over to the side and see Rita stripping sexily. She slipped out of her tank top that she'd worn under her work shirt, having ditched it before filming. Her delicious breasts popped out of the top of her bra. He wondered if it had been a push up bra, as she looked very busty, but when she let it fall, he was confident that it was all her. He let the thought of how jealous the guys at work would be if they knew what was happening flow out his mind as fast as it had flowed in. He didn't need any distractions, but accepted the confidence boost.

He was thankful that he didn’t have to worry about whether Rita thought he was too fat. He was pretty sure she thought he was nowhere near fat enough. He had hooked up with three girls in college and each time had been more and more nervous his weight would be an issue. Even though he wasn't that big, at least so he thought, many of the guys he'd seen pulling girls were very fit and athletic. Jason had never been one for sports. He had let alcohol increasingly make him comfortable enough to get naked in front of the girl he slept with. He was happy he didn't need it now.

He let his eyes redirect his thoughts back to Rita. Who had slipped her athletic shorts off and let them fall. She reached to pull her underwear off and looked into his eyes, sensing his curiosity. She turned to the side and arched her back, revealing one large round fully exposed tanned cheek, as she slipped her thong off. He gasped aloud. From the side, her chest and butt seemed to be balancing the equation of her body. He noticed the curve of her belly and wasn't sure all of it was what people described as a food baby. The smallest sliver of belly at the base of her abdomen, calling to him. He'd never considered if he found fat attractive on girls. He found himself desiring to pursue fit girls, but his favorite parts were always the soft ones.

"You are incredibly hot, Rita," he said, starting to stroke himself, but she stopped him.

"Just wait," she said. She crawled onto the bed and pointed her butt toward his face and wrapped her mouth over his throbbing penis and planted a hand on his stomach. Her lips pushed into the base right away, taking him in deep. Jason almost choked on his own breath, from the sensation. His bloated gut felt amazing in her hand, and he felt himself get even hornier from thinking of all he'd eaten and how Rita had talked about him. She was truly great with words.He reached up and palmed her cheeks, squeezing her flesh between his fingers. She grinded her butt into his hands and moans were coming from the back of her throat. He shook her ass and reveled in the sight of the ripples and feeling of the vibration through his forearms. She pulled off of him, momentarily. "Smack it," she begged, resuming. Jason did not need to be told twice, but appreciated the invitation, as he had considered it, but wasn't sure how she'd respond. He was confident that he was open to pretty much anything his companion wanted to do to him.

He started patting her butt, enjoying the bounce back. He could sense her frustration, from how she was sucking him harder and rubbing his belly more aggressively, attempting to model the level of ferocity he should apply. She rubbed a gurgly burp out of him, and he was a fraction of a second from being embarrassed, but was redirected when she groaned and clawed at him. Inspired, he reached back and gave her ass a firm smack, which pulled a groan from him. He pushed his hips up, hungry looking for any extra depth to get from her mouth. She choked a little, and he was very concerned the curtain was coming for him, before he'd gotten to really impress her. He greedily smacked her again, this time from under the side and he really felt the reverberation as she bounced back onto his hand.

"Do you like doggy style?" He asked. He sat up a little, Rita's mouth still wrapped around his cock. She lowered her eyes like he was an idiot to ask. She pulled off and pointed her back to the edge of the bed. Jason stood at the edge, realizing how much harder it was to get up when so full. She looked behind her just as he belched again.

"You don't want to keep me waiting, Jason," she called. He put his hand on her back and reached between her legs, rubbing her gently. She was exactly as dripping as promised. Her toes curled and she squirmed away from him. "Come on!" He lined himself up to enter her, feeling the underside of his belly brush the top of her butt. He grabbed one cheek and kept the other on her hip, not wanting to overwhelm himself too much. He didn't know what a reasonable goal for lasting was, but he was already so hot. He pressed into her steadily, picking up his pace naturally. His hand on her hip had slipped to where her body folded together. The softness of her belly pushed at his fingers and he couldn't tell his fingers to feel up on it before they already were. He was worried for a moment. He knew girls could be particularly sensitive about their weight, big thanks to society. But she let out a light moan, letting him know she welcomed his touch. Jason felt like it was pushing him over the edge, to feel her softness.

Jason suddenly realized that she had been rubbing herself while he pounded into her. This knowledge in combination with the sounds rising from her, was absolutely driving him crazy. "You're too hot," he whined.

"Just remember to pull out," she said, through her own pleasure. He did not last much after that and she was right behind him. He finished on her back and was half convinced it was the trigger for her orgasm. He grabbed a few tissues from the box on her desk and wiped up her lower back. Jason started redressing, feeling like he needed to reset after the eventful afternoon.

Rita slipped on a summery halter dress and sat on her bed with her laptop and phone. She gave a relieved sigh and looked at Jason. “Oh man,” she said, her smile glowing.

“I take that is a good reaction?” He asked, unsure.

“You were there,” she shot back, squinting at him. “Who knew Jasey was such a Mac.” He popped his brows up a second.

“I am full of surprises, and food currently,” he said. Rubbing his belly that was pushing at the fabric of the baby blue tee.

“Sorry about that,” she winked. They watched the video, both doing their part in keeping themselves under control. Rita convinced Jason to not take much of anything out. They cut a few moments when someone's face would come into view, but thankfully none of which were during the steaming dialogue.

“You really are kinky huh?” he asked, as he watched her write a description that made him blush and tags that did far worse.

“And you are kink-curious as fyuck,” she said challengingly. Jason could not deny it. He was curious about everything involving what peek he’d had into Rita’s kink. He figured he was already dabbling in it. He wondered if anyone else on her website jerked off gripping their own guts. Would be very comforting if there were. Maybe he’d make an account. He looked over at her screen name and snickered aloud. “What?”

“RoseLikesRolls275?”

“Listen, it is what it is,” she laughed.

“What's 275?” he asked. She pouted her lips out and gave him time to think it over.

“Pounds? What is that like a magic number to you or something?”

“What are you a cop or something?” she said, continuing to perfect the post for publishing. He figured that was a very clear yes. “Is there any objection to posting,” she said, passing the laptop to Jason. He was surprised he didn’t feel uneasy at all about it. He was confident, even. He saw the video and thought he looked pretty great and all the while Rita had praised him for how well he had done. He liked that a lot. “Done!” She leaned over and kissed him, quickly at first, but going back and kissing him harder. “Jay- son,” she said, dramatically.

“Rosalita,” she said, to bother her. She nudged him with her shoulder. “I gotta get heading home. My parents are going to start to think I’m dead on the side of the road. But this was really fun. I don’t know about you, but I’d love to go on another date, maybe do some other stuff too.”

“Rose’N’Chub making another flick?” She said leaning back. Her nipples were softly poking through the material of the dress and he could see the outline of her small belly. The material wrapped tightly around her hips, which spread out on the bed, as she rested the laptop on her knees. Her curls cascading over her shoulders.

“I’m certain,” he said, all but drooling over her.

“Don’t make me blush at your words,” she scolded scornfully. Admittedly, she liked how complementary he was to her. She had received compliments before, but when coming from someone she was wholly into, it meant everything. He got up and she walked him downstairs. She stepped out onto the porch and hugged him. They kissed briefly and just as he was going to turn she giggled.

“What?”

“I guess you did eat too much. You didn’t heed my warning at all.” He couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time that week he hadn’t thought of it himself. He decided it was best to skip the take out this time. He got in his car, giving a final wave to Rita, who then went inside and closed the door. He couldn’t help but notice her mother watching not inconspicuously at all. She in fact made it very clear that they were making eye contact. He waved to her quickly and drove home.

Jason walked into his parents' house and greeted them as they sat on the couch watching evening TV. “Hey guys,” he said.

“Hey. You’re back late,” his mom said, asking in her way.

“Yea. I, uh, was on a date,” he said, feeling more proud than he sounded. He was nervous. His mom could be a bit nosey,and he had some things to hide.

“That’s great Jason,” his dad said, encouragingly.

“How was it?” she asked. She looked him over. “Oh Jason, Honey, did you wear your work clothes on your date?” He held back the thought that he in fact hadn’t been wearing it for most of their time together.

“Yea Mom. She was too. She works there. She’s new.”

“Ah, the new girl!” his dad chimed in. His mother shot him a look.

“Well how did it go? What did you do?” He licked his dry lips.

“It was fun. We got lunch and hung out at her house. Nothing wild,” he said, feeling very foxlike. His mother’s eyes ran down his body, and gave a disapproving look.

“You look like you might have eaten a whole pie, Jason. What have I been telling you? You need to slow down. You clearly made a pig of yourself on your first date? I can only imagine her response,” she lectured, shaking her head.

“Leave the kid alone,” his dad said. Jason was thankful for that. Jason’s dad was not a skinny guy, but it was assumed when you had kids and worked a full time job, you could really do what you wanted. He didn’t love his wife giving his son such a hard time over a little college weight.

His mom was miraculously disarmed, only finishing with a huff and a “I’m just saying”. He took off his shoes and his mother, with only a 5% attitude, asked if he wanted her to heat him up any dinner, which they had eaten hours ago. He declined, easily too full, though he did not say that. He heard her sigh, and took a more soft tone. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time Jason. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t eat in your own home without getting crap for it. Do you at least want some of the apple pie I made today? We can all have a slice together,” she said, getting up, determined. She was annoying at times, but at the end of the day he knew she was trying to be helpful. Pie was her best peace offering, and he believed her that she didn’t want to actively make food weird in the house, but she already did that. He wouldn’t point out to her how contradictory her methods for making things better were. They had dessert together watching SNL reruns, enjoying eachothes company drama free. He went up to his room, put on pajamas, and laid down, feeling his stomach beg him to rub it. He proceeded to text Rita about eating apple pie after getting home and she was very interested in that. They texted into the night. Jason could feel his eyelids getting heavy.

“Let me know if we become famous. Goodnight Rose ;).”

“Goodnight Chub