Chapter 10

I gasp and wheeze, mouth hanging open while he jiggles and squeezes my chubby round belly. I remember when we first planned to meet. I waited for him at the train station, wearing a skimpy outfit hidden by an oversized sweatshirt that still made me look round and fat. He gave me a big hug, wrapping his arms around my soft side rolls and moving down to my flabby love handles that jutted out and wobbled over my tight waistband. He squeezes them gently and kneads my bulging soft belly like dough. “You’ve been a good girl,” he whispers. “You’re a big girl.” I turn red, so embarrassed. I shouldn’t love this, I shouldn’t be so turned on! But I did stuff myself with greasy Chinese food the night before, ordering three times my normal amount and feeding my chubby belly fat and round. Subconsciously, I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to impress my daddy with how fat I got for him. And I was willing to humiliate myself for Daddy’s approval.

My daddy got chubby too. More than chubby. After months of stuffing me fatter and fatter, it finally started to catch up to him. First it was only a few pounds, a softer belly, perky man tits, a slight waddle. Now his gut is wide and flabby, slapping against his thick thighs. His moobs bounce happily as he waddles along wheezing heavily, plump hands on his thick love handles.

When we fuck, our sweaty, bloated bellies slap against each other and we both grunt and oink like fat hogs. I squeeze his flabby man boobs and he oinks. He grabs my love handles and kisses my soft belly, fingering my belly button. I wheeze and pant, rocking back and forth letting my round gut slap against his chubby thigh. His round belly claps against my fat-swaddled back rolls, we snort excitedly. “Oh Daddy,” I moan. “Fuck me harder.” He grunts and tries, pumping into my wide ass. The bed breaks under us and we collapse into a squealing, oinking mess. I fondle his sensitive nipples, his round man boobs jiggling. We thrust our hog bellies into each other, snorting and oinking.