Game night

chapter 2

the first half passes quickly, a haze of food and cheers. we reach half-time and you're slouching back, making room for your full stomach. I'm slowly feeding you snacks still, sometimes pausing to pat or poke or pinch you through the jersey. you can't even remember how many hotdogs there were, and you're pretty sure you had at least one cheeseburger of your own. Is this the third cup of soda? you shrug and sigh contentedly, it's nice feeling full.

It's third quarter and my arm is around your shoulder, and your hand is on my thigh, I'm kissing your neck between plays and teasing you about your appetite: "if you keep eating like this people will think you're smuggling a beach ball under your shirts soon" and "I can't wait to get you home tonight, see how your plump looks in *just* that jersey" I kiss you softly, my tongue just playing across your lips.. "you taste like nachos" I tease.

the crowd is on its feet for the final few plays, I help you stand, you feel my arm slip around your waist, I squeeze your love handle lightly, then my hand slips down to your back pocket and I gently cup your butt through your pants.. you blush, even that feels fuller than you remember, and my hand there just reminds you how quickly you've grown.

we win! the crowd is excited, we hug and kiss, your breasts and belly press against me through the jersey, you notice firmness in my pants pushing back against your lower belly as we embrace, I whisper in your ear: "your belly sticks out as far as your big boobs right now" you try to hide your blush, but I notice, take your hand, squeeze it, lean in and tease "that means you're getting faaat.. and I'll show you just how much tonight" you notice a definite bulge in my jeans as we leave the stadium...

we get back to my apartment we shut the door and I immediately turn to you and say "ok fattie, pants off before you pop a button" then lean against the wall and enjoy the show..

you blush, but you comply, you think you have an idea of where this night is heading and besides, your pants have been feeling pretty tight and it would be comfortable to get out of them. you step out of your shoes and then reach up under the hem of the oversized jersey to undo your pants, you turn away from me so I don't notice you struggling with the button.. your full belly is getting in the way a little.

then you firmly grips the sides and start to push the pants down over your thighs and hips, bending over a little as you do, swaying your hips a little to tease me back. "gosh you've got a big ass" I say under my breath. "when did that happen? do you even still fit any of your panties? or do you just wear thongs now?"

you flush crimson.. you're wearing a thong for me tonight, but you had noticed your panties riding up a little more than they used to, too.. as you step out of jeans and stand back up, you feel me step closer, putting my arms around you from behind.. the rough fabric of my jeans against the back of your bare thighs, the jersey pressed against the skin of your hips by my package, my arms crossed over your chubby midsection and reaching up to gently cup your breasts as I kiss your neck and whisper "isn't that better? just let your chub free? I bet you'd feel better with your plump tits out of this bra too.." but before you can answer I'm scooping you up in my arms and carrying you toward my sofa, where I sit down with you in my lap, your back against the armrest, your hips in my lap, one of my arms circled under your lower back, the other free to wander gently along your bare legs and inner thighs..

"oof, you're heavy" I tease, exaggerating how hard you were to carry; I rock my hips a little under your round bum. my free hand slips up the jersey and gently caresses your round food baby as you giggle at my exaggeration and then slips higher to stroke along the edges of your bra, fingers tracing your cleavage. I kiss your lips deeply, a distraction from my other hand moving suddenly to unclasp the back of your bra, as the one in front takes the opportunity to dive under the now loose fabric and find one of your already erect nipples to tweak lightly. you moan softly in surprise; "I told you you'd feel better with it off" I grin against your lips.

you shift in my lap to straddle my legs, facing me, I can feel the heat coming off your pussy through my jeans, and shift under you to push my own pants down, so you can grind against me with just your thong and my boxers between us. my hands are up the jersey, caressing your hanging breasts, your soft jiggly tummy, my lips locked on your neck as I bite and lick, you're sure there will be a hickey there tomorrow.. but right now you don't care, my hands move to your hips and I pull you against me, grinding my shaft on your clit as your plump thighs squeeze my hips, my fingers sinking into the flesh of your plush ass as I squeeze slowly. I whisper against your lips "everywhere my hands go I find soft squishy curves, how's it feel to be such a porker? you're getting so wet from all the grabbing too, I can feel the dampness against my cock.. I bet even after all that food tonight your mouth still wants more in it.."

I grin mischievously as you blush, smile, then wink at me.. you caught my double meaning and slip your hands inside my boxers and you start to kiss down my chest...