Chapter 1

"Show me" the words are soft against my cheek, tingling in the wake of your kisses. My only reply a blushing smile and the little gasp with which comes pulsing throb drawn from between my thighs. I feel you as you stroke along the sheer lace waistband of my underwear, letting a finger dip just below, so I can feel you draw a tingling along my hipbones, pressure on my pelvis and towards that sweet apex of my pleasure that seeps, and pulses for your attention. And I'm moaning for you, feeling myself tense as I wait for that moment wherein you have your first touch of the excitment only you can bring me when you realise you could slid straight inside.

"Show me,  how you play for this belly all the times I've stuffed for you." 

I let you pull the material down my thighs, my eyes drawn as you tense first to the tendrils of muscle that twist up your forearms from years of climbing and strength, to the swell of biceps as if your tensing to show off with the movement. The neck, and collar bones which I know move alongside the muscled back hidden from my sight as in a moment of anticipated electricity our bodies touch.

You've been building towards this. Teasing me with the view... I feel your stiffening nipples graze my own and... and your still pushing your chest to me. I can feel it bounce and give. There is a little ripple, a bounce of fat, as you peel the lace further down my body, bearing over me you are Kneeling up as I wrap my legs so firmly around your back, and even then I can see a roll of fat. It covers what once would have been the chilled V leading me down. Down towards what may be the last view of hardness on an otherwise soft body.

The thought alone is enough to make me moan and I see you smirk. I have built this belly. Bit by bit as you have edged me into wondrous, marvelous pleasure. Another mouthful. Another mountain of a groaning belly, stretched just to make me moan your name. In pleasing and spoling me, you've ruined your body.

Your greed has grown as you have indulged me...

"If I show you what happens when I have looked at the photos and videos we have shared of your stuffings..." I squeeze and jiggle your growing pot, "you're going to end up full. And that will just make you fatter."

My eyes fall to the jeans discarded over the bedroom chair next to the bed... jeans that we have both fantasised about not being able to button after a particularly big bloat or a day of stuffing. To the shirt, now fallen to the floor, that we had tried on last night whilst you bloated litre after litre until the material gaped and groaned as if about to rip... and I had made you almost climax by bouncing on and playing with your distended belly. Knowing that below your waist... well. Being naked we could have grown skin to skin, you pressing into my excitement. But instead, I had sat... eyes closing as I gripped at your gut and told you... more. More. More. Our words.

"Maybe I want to be full for you..."  the words are soft against my ear now, and I take my chance. Since your on all fours above me, the soft, stretched hang of your belly is within grabbing range and I perhaps go for it a little too roughly.  "Maybe I've turned into a gluttonous, hedonistic pig for you."

You really are a handful now. It's no wonder I can feel you slapping down against my pelvis when we make love. You are heavier 

"And perhaps I am a hedonistic, feeder who wants you to please her with your belly."

Part of me just wants to be rubbing your belly; gently caressing the way to pushes up from your tight chest. I can tell how full you are from your panting; shallow breathes that barely make your gut move. You literally can't expand any more. I might press a finger into the top of your stomach - the bloated swell of your fullness making you moan as I do so.

I want to hear you moan how full you are; you would hear me catch my breath at the words... honestly you could tease me just by rubbing your gut when it's like that. There is something so sexy about the idea of you laid or sat back; with your hands on a huge swollen belly. You would see my lips part into a smile; a little moan of excitement as I slide closer to you. But... I want you more than full. More than stuffed.

I do like to see how big that you grow. The curve of your belly extending further and further from your slim body. In fullness, packed tightly with the thousands of calories you over indulge with me. For me... because of me. Mouthful after mouthful further into overindulgence towards pleasure. You don't need these extra calories now. But you can't stop. I won't let you.

But it is so much more than that. And you know it. You know it by the depth of the kisses I now press to you. The way I so easily turn you, pinning you to the bed, between strong firm thighs. You were so in control.   And now as you lie beneath me, a willing prisoner to my pleasure..  oh. How this body softened by my sex is just the beginning.

"I'll show you how I play for you" I tease, a hand squeezing that softening chest as I trace a finger down your chest... the other just gracing your throbbing cock before tracing upwards... upwards. Balls, length... belly. The source of so much of this pleasure.

"But you're not allowed to play with yourself as I do... and then you have to play with me."  The shine of excitment in your eyes as you lick your lips. That tongue... that teases its ways so well up my sodden thighs to where it belongs. The way it plays with me... last time you stuffed I teased you.

You could almost get your tongue deeper inside than your cock because of the big belly that was in the way. You'd needed me to ride you... this time. This time I want you to be so stuffed I can't ride you at all. And instead my pleasure comes only from your greed 

"My hog... let me tell you how big I want to make you. And then you can please me"

I want you to eat for me. I want to loose myself in the girth of your expanding gut, and all of the fantasies it brings. I'm yours to please... if you are hungry.