chapter 1

my own private beach...warm breezes, my belly once again nicely full, relaxing on the blanket. dripping wet from the water, feels wonderful, enjoying the sun and the salt air some small goosebumps from a warm breeze forming a salt crust in the valley between my belly and breasts from our swim.

you've prepared a gourmet meal for me even though i'm still full from before, the smell of it makes me ravenous. you can see how full I am as i try to roll over on my overinflated middle trying to peer into the basket. i grunt with the effort but it is too uncomfortable so i lay there on my side watching you, my belly relaxed as it pools next to me, your full breasts swaying, nipples slightly erect.

you bring out some berries you've found in your explorations of my island... plump, ripe, sweet... dip them in some whipped coconut ceam confection and begin to pop them one by one into my mouth, letting the tastes mingle, the sweet juice filling my throat with its ripeness as i slide next to you elephant seal like, roll on my back and rest my head between your thighs.

everytime you lean forward to place the fruit in my mouth i feel your firm thighs against the sides of my face and your womanhood against the top of my head.
I am surrounded in heady waves by your sensual salt-tanged musk.

i grunt as you coax me to swallow your food, first the fruit then buttery croissants you magically created... I discover I am grunting softly like a baby pig, with supreme pleasure. i see the soft underside of your exquisite breasts as you lean forward with each new food to feed me, I notice the undersides are much paler than the rest of your body, quivering orbs of soft womanliness. You say..."I know what you're thinking, you know you're not allowed to suckle until you're full...very full..."

i nod, chastised, but incredibly happy. I absentmindedly stroke the sides of my belly, or perhaps I just hold my hands there, savoring the soft roundness of my new fat from the past weeks, now distended with strawberries and croissants... over a dozen before i begged you to stop. Please stop I said finally feeling some discomfort.

my stomach cries in protest being forced larger and larger....you reach down to feel it...i feel your inquisitive, searching touch between my breasts, on the distended crown, and then the bulging sides as far as you can reach...you note with delight it's becoming more solid, but still ..."I feel there are soft areas here, my fat man, here and yes, there also... you're not quite full enough yet."

I want to grow fatter for you, rounder, heavier but the weight of it, the sheer mass... amazingly heavy, makes me feel so delicate almost feminine, so very stretched now.

I grunt at the new pressure and so you slow the feeding and spend some time massaging me in long, deep strokes. almost miraculously the pain disappears.

you hear me sigh with some relief and so resume feeding, moving on to some finger foods, spiral ham... my favorite...and your special pastries which are very filling. too filling I realize after six or seven and i gasp from the pain again, very distinct now, my stomach very near having exceeded its capacity to stretch.

I hear you say "Oooh, now I think you are full" and i touch myself in first in disbelief... then agreeing with the sharp pains I feel and what my fingertips are signalling me...i am rock hard almost every where i can reach, a huge white inflated dome rising above me.

"Now you can suckle" you say and you lower a full breast to my mouth... but before my lips touch you distract me by gently raking your fingernails across my fully distended underbelly. At the sensation I spasm, my arms slipping around my belly, cradling the sheer girth of it. my arms are full, i gasp again as the realization of my size sinks in, making me erect.

you laugh musically and lower your breasts to me. "drink deep my sweet fat baby and when you are finished I will milk you" and i can taste a sweet fluid as i suckle them alternately with my plump lips, my arousal raging.

i palpitate each in my hands, your nipples huge and erect in my mouth, i hear you gasp as your milk suddenly lets down and floods my mouth almost as fast as I can swallow. nursing me, filling me, breast feeding me, holding me close, feeling me swell with every mouthful. my stretching magnified by the huge inflow of your fattening milk, my belly rising unbelievably as it swells ever rounder, the skin hard and shiny as you look down at me and,

shuddering,

cum for me...your first sweet orgasm of many.

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