Chapter 3 - Ethan's return

With a newfound sense of determination, I abandon my initial plan to remove the padded tracksuit and instead decide to use for a little surprise. A devious grin spreads across my lips as I contemplate the surprise I have in store for Ethan.

After some minutes I hear the sound of the front door opening, signaling Ethan's return home. As I hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom, I position myself behind the closed and locked door, anticipation coursing through me like electricity.

"Hey, babe, I'm home," Ethan's voice calls out as he nears the bedroom door.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come, before replying, my tone feigned anger, "Ethan, we need to talk."

The sound of his footsteps hesitates for a moment before he cautiously approaches the door. "What's wrong?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"I found something on your laptop," I begin, my voice trembling with faux indignation. "Something that you've been hiding from me."

There's a beat of silence before Ethan responds, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mia. I haven't been hiding anything from you."

I press on, refusing to let him off the hook so easily. "Don't lie to me, Ethan. I know all about your secret passion for plus-sized women."

There's a pregnant pause before Ethan finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "How... how did you find out?"

I can't help but smirk triumphantly at his admission. "Doesn't matter how I found out. What matters is that you've been keeping this from me, keeping a part of yourself hidden away."

There's a long silence as Ethan struggles to find the words to respond. Finally, he speaks, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, Mia. I never meant to keep it from you. I was just... ashamed, I guess."

I soften slightly at the vulnerability in his voice, but I maintain my facade of anger. "Well, you should be ashamed. But maybe there's a way you can make it up to me..."

And with that, I swing open the bedroom door, revealing myself standing there in all my padded glory, a wicked gleam in my eyes.

As Ethan's eyes widen in shock, I relish the range of emotions flickering across his face - from disbelief to excitement. His mouth opens and closes wordlessly, as if struggling to find the right words to express his surprise.

"You... you did all this?" he stammers, his voice a mixture of disbelief and awe.

I remain silent, allowing the tension to build between us as I watch his reaction unfold. And as I see the spark of excitement ignite in his eyes, a thrill courses through me like a bolt of lightning. It's intoxicating, knowing that I have the power to elicit such a response from him.

His gaze roams over my padded figure, lingering on every curve and swell, and I can feel the heat of his desire washing over me like a tidal wave. It's as if a dam has been unleashed, flooding us both with a torrent of passion that threatens to consume us whole.

While his desire burns hotter and brighter, I find myself growing increasingly aroused by the intensity of his reaction. My heart races in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I feel the fire of desire coursing through my veins.

As Ethan's gaze lingers on my padded figure, I can feel the tension between us crackling in the air like electricity. His desire burns hot and bright, mirroring my own, and I revel in the intensity of his gaze as it roams over every curve and swell of the tracksuit.

But even as the heat of our passion threatens to consume us both, I feel a mischievous urge stirring within me, a desire to take our shared fantasy to the next level. And so, with a coy smile playing on my lips, I begin to feign agitation, my body trembling with faux distress.

"Love, I don't understand what's happening to me," I whimper, my voice thick with emotion. "I feel like I'm gaining weight by the minute. Please, do something."

The words hang in the air between us, charged with the weight of our shared desire. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, I throw myself at Ethan, my arms wrapping around him in a desperate embrace.

As I throw myself at Ethan, I can feel the weight of my padded body pressing against him, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and desire. With each movement, I can feel the pillows shifting beneath the fabric of the tracksuit, molding to the contours of my body and amplifying the sensation of my embrace.

"Please, Ethan," I moan, my voice trembling with need. "I need you to help me. I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel like I'm losing control."

As I speak, I can feel the heat of Ethan's body radiating through the layers of fabric, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. It's a heady sensation, intoxicating and exhilarating all at once, as I lose myself in the fantasy of our shared desire.

With trembling hands, I reach up to cup his face, pulling him closer until our lips meet in a passionate kiss. And as our bodies meld together in a tangle of desire, I know that this is where I belong - lost in the ecstasy of our shared passion, consumed by the flames of our desire.

With a calculated move, I throw myself forward, deliberately off-balancing both of us. Ethan's surprised yelp is drowned out by the sound of our bodies hitting the bed, the impact sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.

"I'm sorry, Ethan, I just can't control it!" I cry out, my voice trembling with faux desperation as I sprawl on top of him, pinning him beneath me. But even as I continue to play the part of the desperate woman, I can feel the heat of our bodies pressing together, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

As I struggle to maintain the facade of distress, I can feel the stirrings of arousal building within me, a primal urge that demands to be sated. It's becoming increasingly difficult to hide my true feelings, to suppress the rising tide of desire that threatens to overwhelm me.

But still, I press on, determined to maintain the illusion for just a little while longer. With every movement, every touch, I can feel the fire of passion burning hotter and brighter within me, until it becomes almost impossible to contain.

And as Ethan lies beneath me, his hands roaming over my padded body with a hunger that mirrors my own, I know that the charade can't last much longer. In that moment, there is nothing else but the heat of our desire, the intensity of our connection, and the promise of pleasure that lies just beyond our grasp.

As I press against Ethan, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against me even through the layers of pillows, a surge of arousal courses through me like a wildfire. The knowledge that I have elicited such a response from him only serves to fuel the flames of my desire, pushing me to the brink of abandon.

With trembling hands, I slide down his body, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants in my haste. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps as I struggle to contain the rising tide of desire that threatens to overwhelm me.

And then, with a final, desperate tug, I manage to free his erection from its confines, the sight of him laid bare before me sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. It's as if a dam has been unleashed, flooding us both with a torrent of passion that threatens to consume us whole.

In that moment, there is nothing else but the heat of our desire, the urgency of our need, and the promise of pleasure that lies just beyond our grasp. And as I lean in to taste him, to take him into my mouth and drown myself in the ecstasy of our shared passion, I know that there is no turning back.

As I take Ethan's erection into my mouth, the sensation of him filling me sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me. With each movement, I can feel the pillow at my groin rubbing against my slick folds, igniting a fire of pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

Driven by a primal urge, I begin to writhe and squirm, grinding against the pillow with abandon as Ethan's hands tangle in my hair, urging me on with each desperate thrust of his hips.

And then, with a muffled moan of pleasure, I pull back slightly, the tip of his erection still nestled between my lips as I look up at him with eyes filled with desire.

"Please, Ethan," I plead, my voice thick with need. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you, to feel you fill me up with your essence. I want to swallow every drop of your cum and feel it slide down my throat, knowing that it's making me even fatter."

As the words spill from my lips, I can feel a surge of excitement coursing through me, the thought of ingesting his seed only serving to heighten my arousal. In that moment, there is nothing else but the heat of our desire, the urgency of our need, and the promise of pleasure that lies just beyond our grasp.

And as Ethan's climax washes over him, his release flooding my mouth with his hot, salty essence, I know that this is where I belong - lost in the ecstasy of our shared passion, consumed by the flames of our desire.

As Ethan's release floods my mouth, the taste of him mingling with the intensity of my desire sends me spiraling over the edge. With a muffled cry of ecstasy, I feel my body convulsing in the throes of a climax that surpasses anything I've ever experienced before.

It's as if every nerve ending in my body is alight with pleasure, every sensation magnified tenfold by the intensity of our shared passion. I can feel the waves of ecstasy crashing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me away on a journey of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As I swallow his essence, feeling it slide down my throat and fill me up from the inside out, I am consumed by a sensation of utter completeness. In that moment, there is nothing else but the heat of our desire, the intensity of our connection, and the promise of endless pleasure that lies before us.

And as I finally come down from the peak of ecstasy, my body spent and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I know that this is only the beginning of a journey that promises to be as thrilling as it is unpredictable. In that moment, I am not Mia anymore. I am something more - something wild and untamed, free to explore the depths of my own desires without fear or shame. And as I lie there, wrapped in Ethan's embrace, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the pleasure we've shared, and excitement for the pleasures yet to come.