Prized Pumpkin

Chapter 1 - Ch.1

"I missed you babe, come see me."

The girl in the doorway smiled warmly, her bronze bangs framing dark, expressive eyes. Her hand reached to wrap around your unassuming wrist, and suddenly the crisp autumn air was replaced with the smell of warm desserts. Stepping into your girlfriend's house was an overwhelming sensory experience - its Victorian charm featured natural walnut floors, curated suede furniture, tones of amber, emerald green, and a comforting deep burgundy. A hint of smoke guided your eyes to flickering candles, who left their fuzzy golden imprints on the potted ferns strewn over wooden shelves. Books, photo frames, and sculptures took up the remainder of the space, and you swore there was a new knick-knack every time you came over.

"I always love your decorations, Cate," You complimented her sweetly, peering up at her regal face. Her beauty was breathtaking to you, and she was unable to stop her beauty from spreading to her surroundings. Everything was prim and proper, not an angle out of harmony. A peachy blush crept its way to Cate's cheeks, glowing prettily in the warm incandescent lighting. Though you were distracted from Cate's response for a moment, instead, focusing on the delicious scent hitting your nose. "What is that smell? Is that a new candle? It's so nice!"

"No no, silly! I may have baked a little something for you," Cate let out an airy laugh, starting towards her kitchen, but not before turning to sweep her eyes over your figure once more. You waddled after her, entering the kitchen to be met with a heavenly sight, "All your favourites!"

"Oh, my! How long did all of this take you?" You stood shocked for a beat, before fading into bliss. The smell of almond-buttered pastry, a syrupy, jammy fruit flavour was filling your senses. But that was quickly replaced with the dense scent of vanilla and brown sugar, and your eyes crinkled, closed tight in enjoyment. Then, sweet cinnamon took over, pumpkin, a steamy graham cracker crust, sweet cream! You finally opened your eyes and basked in the glory of the warm desserts in front of you, fresh out of the oven. There was no free counter space, every inch was filled with ornate ceramic dishes, stacked high with the autumnal cakes, cookies and pastries. Cate let you enjoy the sight, not bothering to reply. But after a moment, she pressed herself up against you from behind, bringing her hands to rest on your hips.

"Longer than it will take to disappear," Cate replied lazily, dragging her delicate hands across your tight cotton shirt. You shivered where her fingers left their delicate trails, though your shirt was uncomfortably snug against your belly. You had already been quite chubby when Cate had first taken a liking to you, but now, your gut fell heavy between your thighs, swinging like a large pendulum with every step. You could tell Cate had no issues with it however, as her thumbs subconsciously fiddled with the waistband of your pants, itching to pull them down and grab a handful of your pliant love handles. She reached towards the table, grabbing a maple cookie and pressing it between your lips, silently begging you to take a bite.

"Why don't I get us some wine? We can have a nice feast together on the couch," Cate suggested, her breath warm and soft against your ears. You turned around in her arms, wrapping your own around her slender shoulders, closing the space between you. Her hands happily switched from your front to your back, and a gentle puff escaped around the cookie in your mouth, as she took the opportunity to grope your ass. You tilted your head up needily, and she understood immediately what you were asking for, pressing a kiss against your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut in satisfaction with a second and third kiss, a tingling warmth slowly spreading over your skin, but it was soon interrupted by Cate pulling away, leaving you pleading for more.

"Go make yourself comfortable on the couch, missy - and finish that cookie!" Cate teased, leaning her forehead down against yours, and giving your ass a gentle parting slap. You pouted as you felt it wobble, jiggling your thighs in their ridiculously tight athletic shorts. Reluctantly, you pulled away, starting towards your favourite comfy loveseat in the living room. With every step, you notice a rustling sound, and see that the leaves of the potted plants are shaking. Your body is growing so heavy that you shake the furniture around you, floorboards creaking in protest, walls shifting to accommodate your girth. These old houses must've been built with small doorways, because you swear your hips weren't normally pressed against the frame, forcing you to squeeze your overgrown body through. You consoled yourself by grazing on the maple cookie, and felt lucky to have such an amazing baker for a girlfriend.

With a huff, you finally made it to the living room, and wasted no time sinking your wide ass into the suede loveseat. You leaned back in relaxation, feeling your gut falling heavily between your legs, forcing them to spread. Your tits wobbled for an embarrassingly long time atop your gut, straining against the thin silky fabric of your shirt. You are brought out of your trance by Cate slinking through the hallway, her eyes already glued to your body. Her predatory gaze revealed her desires for a split second, before she caught herself, shifting attention to the fancy red wine in her hands.

"I bought this when I was in Portugal, thought I would save it for a special night," Cate said, a warm, longing seduction in her voice. The liquid seemed blood red in the low lighting of her living room, sure to stain your lips and tongue a pretty crimson. Cate removed the cork with a pop, a shimmering fizz catching the light, before pouring herself a generous glass. She set down the bottle with a clink, on the side table - her side of the couch. Confused, you watched on as Cate slowly gulped down her glass of wine in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours, leaving you thirsty and pleading. She puckers her lips as the last drops slip past, a gentle satisfied hum taking her chest.

"Mm, babe. That was so delicious, you need to try some," Cate drew out her words, hazy and sweet like honey. She reached for the bottle, every movement slow and deliberate, every second dragging unbearably. She lifted the bottle towards your mouth, skipping the glass completely, and before you knew it, she was straddling you in one quick motion. You tried not to whimper as you felt her pressed up against your overgrown body, her thighs spread wide open to accommodate your soft belly between them. You feel the cold glass rim of the bottle being pressed against your lips, and are forced to part them as the wine instantly flows down your throat, settling with a pleasant burn in your stomach. You gasp between gulps, feeling your stomach begin to distend slightly, the tart liquid sloshing inside you.

"I hope you like it, I thought of you when I bought it," Cate teased, her hand beginning to slide down from the couch behind you, onto your shoulder. She tipped the bottle back further, forcing you to gulp quicker, and you arched your back involuntarily at the feeling of your gut beginning to swell. Her hand trailed down over your tits, curiously sliding over them, before resting on the bloated roll that strained against your waistband. She began to massage your gut, palm laying flat over the constricting shirt, pushing lightly in an attempt to coax out an embarrassing burp. You swallow helplessly as her hand finds the hem of your shirt, rolling it over your bloated gut until it rested just below your tits, showing off your new stretch marks. You squeeze your thighs pitifully as the wine begins to cloud your mind, and Cate finally gives you a moment to breathe, immediately squeezing a deep burp out of you.

"Isn't it good? You look good drinking it," she cooed, setting the nearly-empty bottle of wine down. You feebly tried to catch your breath, but your stomach was stretched tight after almost half a litre of wine. Cate's eyes return to yours. She truly looked ethereal in the soft lighting, while you struggled to breathe, your gut too bloated for your own good. She tiredly leaned towards your face, taking your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. It's gentle, almost juvenile, completely and painfully romantic. A kiss that seemed like it wouldn't lead to anything more. You revelled in it for a moment, but you knew better, as every passing peck began to morph into something more sultry, more needy. A distracting heat spreads between your softened thighs while Cate nips at your stained, sensitive lips. Her hands found their way back to your midsection, trying their best to discreetly roll your waistband over your lower belly. Your gut is littered in sensitive stretch marks, however, and you feel every little jiggle that her hands bring to your flabby body. She eventually succeeds, smiling and leaning in deeper, while your gut flops heavily over your wobbling thighs, straining the seams on your poor outgrown thong. The threads of the small garment hiss in protest, and Cate giggles against your mouth as she palms your dimpled underbelly, freeing it from the skin-tight thong, and letting it drape between her slim inner thighs, your overfed rolls squishing against her athletic form.

"Get comfortable, babe. There's no need for these tight clothes, they're so restrictive! Let your girlfriend see that sexy figure," Cate whined into the crook of your neck, starting to mindlessly grind against your large thighs, hands finding their way to the thick rolls on your sides, desperately squeezing at your fatty flesh. You let out a groan, which is quickly interrupted by a stream of small burps, leaving you huffing and whining as she pressed her greedy hands into your taut stomach once more, forcing an embarrassing burp out with every gentle squish and slap. Her hot breath crowds the nape of your neck, and she distracts herself by planting desperate kisses along your jiggling double chin, nipping at the saggy flesh. Your hands reach out to grab her hips, resting gently below her athletic ass, guiding her even closer to you. She moaned against your neck, attaching her lips and sucking the skin gently - while you groped her slender ass, pulling her even closer, your jiggling gut and tits taking up every extra inch between the two of you.

Cate pulled away from your neck, half-lidded and in a daze of pleasure. She grabbed your hands, standing and dragging you closer to the edge of the couch. She kneeled in front of you, ogling at your massive belly hanging down towards her, plush fat draping over your wet pussy. Her eyes never flickered up to meet yours once, yet her face inched closer to your belly, breathing warm air over your sensitive stretch marks. Her hands found purchase around your sprawling hips, grasping at your wobbling rolls, and her gentle lips began to press kisses into your soft, yielding gut. Cate moaned in pleasure against your swollen belly, peppering kisses along the distended upper dome, and dragging her lips towards your sensitive underbelly. She traced your pinkish stretch marks with her tongue, lapping up your soft corpulence, eventually finding home in your navel. A guttural moan escaped your lips, your head swinging back as you arched your belly further into your lover's face. She hummed in satisfaction, pulling greedily at your hips as her tongue circled the tight ring of your navel. She pressed deep kisses into it, her hands unconsciously jiggling the rolls at your hips, making your gut wobble against her chin.

You shivered in pleasure as Cate pulled away from your navel, feeling the cold air hit your reddened, moist skin. Her mouth didn't stay still for long though, as she sunk more kisses into your underbelly, her hands being tempted from your hips to your thighs. She sulked as she pressed desperately into your distended gut, whining at the heat between her legs. You took mercy on your lover, your fingers found the hem of your tight shirt, revealing your lacy bra in one motion. Your sagging breasts nearly bobbed down to Cate's head when freed, and they wobbled with every laboured breath. This was enough to snap Cate out of her stupor, her eyes widening, remembering the feast she had promised you.

"Okay, okay. I'm going to get us some food, sit tight babe," Cate reluctantly sprung up, clearly trying to fight the desire to stay and worship the heaviness she built. The heat fizzles between your legs as she slinks off, but you take the opportunity to squeeze yourself out of your shorts, leaving you in just your thin ill-fitting thong and bra. Your mind feels so hazy from the wine, and you press a warm hand against the top roll of your belly, leaning into the coziness of Cate's couch, and attempting to squeeze out another burp. You begin to massage it, writhing in discomfort without the pleasure of Cate's mouth against your skin, feeling heavy and distended. Your pussy aches, the excess of wine leaving a constant hedonistic flame in your core. Your eyes drifted shut, imagining Cate grinding against your overfilled belly, relieving the sloshing pressure. Your nipples press sorely into the fabric of your bra while you let out a symphony of burps, hands sinking deep into your fatty flesh, leaving you grinding helplessly against your tight thong. Your whole body jiggles gently at every movement, which only turns you on more, the embarrassment of being so obscenely large soaking your panties.