Chapter 4

Her dress made it to the truck before giving up. I opened and as soon as she was in a sitting position the seams gave way. Not a stitch here and a stitch there, but one minute; dress the next; belly, with some loose fabric gently draped across it. I leant in and began kissing her. I had no control. Fortunately my hands were occupied by the boxes otherwise we’d probably be in a cell for public indecency. Instead I broke the kiss and handed her one of the boxes. “Here, start with this one”, I yelled as I pushed her door shut and ran around to mine.
She smiled curiously and opened the box as I slid in next to her. Her devilish grin was the number one hottest thing I had ever seen to that point (Oh, how little I knew). I peeled out of the carpark like a madman as she daintily selected the first pastry and began to take delicate, lady-like bites. Well, not completely lady-like, there was a certain sexyness - perhaps a little more licking of lips and sensual breathing - that would be considered unlady-like. The hand not holding the pastries rested on my thigh, tucked under my belly. Her fingertips gently resting on my shaft. Slowly with the rhythm of her bites she moved her hand. The pressure of blood pumping through me felt like it could raise a 200 foot crane. It was certainly raising my belly, but pressure just kept building. The throbbing pulsing with the motion of her hand. Strudel, A huge slice of bee sting cake, German cheesecake, it all disappeared in the same slow, sensual rhythm.

I honestly don’t know how I was driving. There must have only been like one percent of my brain that wasn’t lost in the thick, pink cloud of lust.
The one percent must have been working though, because we were past half and in record time, when she looked at me, her lips glistening and tilted the box to show it was empty. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fork and handed it to her. She looked quizzically at it. I think at this stage our ability to speak had all but left us, but words wern’t necessary anyway. With one hand on the wheel I reached down behind the seats to where I had stowed the other box. She let the empty one fall to the floor as I sat the new one in her diminishing lap and flipped the lid back. Her fingers tightened on my thigh and she let out a delighted sigh, then set to work. Her sensual breathing became a lustful pant as she took slow forkfuls. Her other hand, now kneading and rubbing with more force. I began to take deeper breaths. It felt like even the air between us pulsed. Her rhythm increased. Still somehow lady-like she ate faster, with larger forkfuls, licking the fork deeply and with force. Her timing was impeccable, she was bringing the last creamy chunk to her lips as we passed the service center next to the house and by the time I was slewing to a halt on the front lawn she was kneeling on her seat, the car barely stopped, leaning over her enormous belly to kiss me.

We kissed long, hard and deep before going inside. Now we were home the urgency seemed to ease a little. We had room and time to play. To prolong the joy as long as possible. We left the car and she led me by the hand through the front door. Flicking on the lights she led me to the couch and pushed me down. I looked up at her seeing the day's work.

She looked down at herself, then, unexpectedly, let out a laugh picking at the end of a torn section of dress. Her eyes then raised to mine, her smile gone, gently biting her lip. With one hand she grabbed the remainder of the dress and ripped it away with one fluid movement. She stood there in front of me in white cotton bra and panties and heels. Her pale, skinny frame with a large round belly that was pushing her boobs up and her panties down.
I leant forward and ran my hand down one side of her belly. Peppering it with kisses. Running my other hand up her thigh to her butt. I heard her softly sigh with pleasure. I slid onto my knees in front of her and thought of myself doing this, just this morning, and how much she had grown since then. I grabbed her and spun her around to the couch, in the reverse of this morning. She sat down in front of me, somehow still graceful despite her bulk. I pushed her back further so she was engulfed by the softness of the couch. Her belly rolled back with her to reveal something already swelling in her panties. I slid my hands up her thighs then pulled the panties down.

It was more like five or six inches tonight, but I didn’t have time to question anything. I was so drawn to it. I began licking and sucking. I could feel her pleasure pulsing through it into me. Slowly I could feel the increase, further swelling, I didn’t care, it just gave me more to work with. Soon I could feel her pleasure rising. I would let it rise, then ease off, let it rise once again, then ease off. It stopped swelling at about eight inches. Holy shit. I kept going until she almost had no choice. Almost. Then stopped. Got up and held out my hand. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”.

She had a pink glow to her pale cheeks and was panting but said, “Holy fuck yes!”. I pulled her up from the couch. Still holding my hand she swung past me and led me into the bedroom.

Inside she pulled me in for a deep kiss, long and slow then pushed me back on the bed. Her confidence ebbed a little as she asked, “Can we try something different?” I knew immediately what she wanted to do. Even if I thought this was going to be unpleasant I would have done it for her, but somehow I also knew this wasn't going to be unpleasant. “Of course”. She climbed up on the bed, her large firm belly resting on top of my large soft belly. I could also feel her swollen clitoris, huge now. First resting against my shaft, then, with some hip adjustment sliding down below. I was expecting pain. Instead I felt pressure and then as she entered a shivery, pleasant feeling and a fullness. There was also a new tingling that travelled up my shaft. It was amazing. I looked into her eyes. They were filled with concern, but the involuntary moan I gave, unmistakably of pleasure, changed that. There was a monetary flash of relief, but I think that relief opened the gate to pleasure. She began slow gentle hip thrusts. Both our bodies were alive with pleasure at that point. Every nerve sparking with electricity.

Her rhythm increased slowly, as did the feeling of pleasure building. Faster and faster, every nerve sparking. Then her breathing began to hitch. She was close. We were close. Then with one mighty thrust it happened.

It felt like an explosion of fiery passion filling my body. Flooding in. At first filling, then swelling. As her belly shrunk she was able to lean down over my expanding one to find my face. Our lips came together and we kissed as if we were trying to merge. We were merging. I could feel her shrinking once more inside me. A feeling of loss briefly came over me, but it was quickly filled with something else as she deftly switched positions. I suddenly felt her sliding over me. The sensation changed. The previous feeling was gentle, this was more visceral. She sat up riding me hard, breathing hard. She was already close. We both were. I was panting. All the electric nerves in my body were now concentrating to one point. I couldn’t hold on. I exploded. Not metaphorically either. I’m pretty sure the whole universe ended and was reborn at that moment. I looked up at her. Her climax had been just as big. I had felt it. She looked unbelievable. Still breathing heaving, but her pale skin looked like it had been carved from marble, except for two glowing pink cheeks. It was like being straddled by a goddess.

She smiled down at me. “Again?”
Her rhythm had slowed at climax, but I realized not completely stopped and, crazily, I was still hard inside her. Really hard. We went slower this time and took our time. She stayed on top but shifted into different positions at my request to admire her changed body. As to my body. I could feel it had grown but had no idea how much. Regardless, she seemed to admire it as much as I admired hers.

Her body had become both feminine and powerful in an incredible way. She seemed stronger too, as she slid around, contorting into different positions. My belly, larger than ever, seemed like it would be an encumbrance, but it gave her no trouble at all. Her movements had become controlled in a way afforded to her by new strength. Slow and deliberate.

It felt like we went on for hours, playing on the very edge of climax, then finally she let it drift some, easing right back, only to begin to pound, riding harder than before. The combination of sensitivity and power was more than either of us could take. This time the explosion went on and on. Both of us shivering with its power and electricity. It was the longest orgasm I had ever had. Probably anyone had ever had. The pulses just kept coming until finally, we slumped. I was totally spent but in a lovely, warm glowing way. She climbed down and nestled in next to me with a gentle peck on the cheek. “Thank you for the greatest day of my life”.