Chapter 5 - new experiences

The yellowed morning luminance swam in the spare room I found myself. I forgot to close the blinds before I crashed. Rolling over with effort I noticed a white analog alarm clock that displayed '11:30 am' and I knew I had slept in. Oh well, a man needs his rest after a night like that... a wild thought swam to my head - was it all a dream? Surely not. I was in her house after all. Had someone spiked my drink and I was thus delusional about Jaana? One way to find out.
I quickly moved into the main part of the house expecting the worst. I went through the kitchen. Nobody was there. Neither the kitchen. I went into the lounge room where the intense sunlight penetrated my un-adjusted eyes. No one. What?...
Feeling bewildered and disappointment creeping up on me, I sat down despairingly. Why did it have to be delusional? Why? Surely not.
Thud-thud. My gaze jerked up to the glass door and I saw a face. It was Jaana... sure enough, but with a towel wrapped around her. She grinned a wet smile and beckoned me out. Her actions were muffled until the rumbling of the glass door brought with it the sound of birds and water.
"Come out here and join me you goof," she hooted, "You just wake up?"
"Um, yeah," I replied, progressing over to the sun-chair closest to me. As I sat down on it Jaana moved over to the other one still wrapped in her towel and lay down on the chair to my right. I could feel the sun boring into my pores with its heat and it was drying her off pretty quickly too from the looks of it. Her hair was still draped with water though.
"Such a lovely day, today is." she remarked letting the towel drop. What it revealed... gave me an instant boner. Her recent stuffing had given her body another layer of quivering fatness. Her arms where rounder. Her thighs where meatier. Her double chin had gotten slightly bigger. Her boobs where puffier. Her belly was now a graceful mound of fat on top of her erased abdomens. It started so gracefully from her boobs, curved up peaking at her deep, deep ringed belly button, rounded down to her slightly swollen crotch and sloped off at the sides to thickened love handles. The intense sunlight shone on the curves and highlights of her pot-belly and softened the shadows of her round midsection. As her towel slid off she pouted her already naturally pouted lips and said, "God I'm putting on weight now, look at me...I've gotten kinda fat lately. Eating too much and stuff. And now I've got a fat belly!..." and taking her pouch by the side, shook it back and forth. It's after wobble gave me an even harder boner, that I couldn't hide mind you, and she took pensive notice of it.
Squinting her eyes inquisitively and pinching a chunk between her thumb and index finger she asked, "...You like this don't you?..."
I didn't know what to say so I just diverted my gaze and shrugged without a word. What a stupid reaction.
"Come on... look down there," she said gesturing to my hard-on.
I remained silent for a while then said, "Well - it's - w-," then pursing my lips said, "It's not bad or anything...is it?"
The corners of Jaana's eyes creased as her eyes lit into a smile and she laughed with a slap of her pot belly which gave in to physics and wobbled so enticingly, I nearly came in my pants.
"Well I might lose the weight, we'll see. I don't really like being seen in public like this. But oh well, every man for himself," she added with a tap of the fingers on her belly.

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I don't know if she was aware of the fact that I was furiously masturbating in her toilet, so bad in fact, that I nearly yelped when it hit.
Jaana, now out of the pool, was dressed in normal clothes. Tracksuit pants and an already too tight purple button up blouse. Her perfect mound of fatty pooch was straining against the buttons slightly as we sat down to watch a movie called 'the Count of Monte Cristo'. She ate large amounts of food during this and made herself stuffed.
"Ahh, look... I didn't watch myself and now I'm just going to get fatter," she complained, finishing off a pie, "But it's just so good."
"As I said, we all need our food."
"You just want to see me fatter," she winked at me. She clearly was under the impression that it was a joke. That just made it even more thrilling for me to watch her grow, oblivious to everyone around her and the consequences.
"Could you go get me drink?" she asked while glued to a scene in the movie and me, unable to resist, got up and found the biggest glass. I was about to pour it when I decided to give her the jug of orange juice instead.
"Oh man, that orange juice is intense, I need to wash it down with milk." Without a word, I got up and fetched her a jug of milk. Slowly she drank now, because her belly was so blown out that her shirt was riding up at an alarming rate. Her stomach quivered and she clutched it in pain and she got up to stretch it. Her blue eyes sparkled at me as she chuckled and her dimples appeared besides her gleaming smile and her double chin appeared along with. She lowered her arms from stretching and pulled her shirt back over her previously bare, deep belly button. She struggled, but it got down and it was ridiculously tight on her bloated gut. While I kept watching the movie she traveled to the sparkling sink that was cast yellow by the sunlight beaming in from the window above. Popping the empty container on the sink she felt a great strain in her breasts so she undid the top buttons, leaving the bottom ones to strain against the pressure of her pooch.
Jaana bent down next to me to sit down and her belly spilled over her pants as far as the shirt would allow but she couldn't get far...
"Urgh, I can't sit down properly," she laughed, her cute crows-feet creasing and her eyebrows raising ,"mmph," she strained and she finally sat down. Her buttons flung off.
Her belly was free and her shirt fell open completely. Her pot belly was let loose and it jiggled for a split second from the impact.
"Shit. I suppose that's what happens..." she remarked raising one eyebrow at me. As we continued watching the movie, I observed her softness. There, when she sat down, was the slightest cellulite in her fat and her belly creased in right at the top where her bra nearly started. The fat under her belly button dispersed wide under the pressure of the upper of her belly and her belly button squashed ever so slightly horizontally.
After a while she fell asleep in her food induced stupor and I had to, just had to at least once, feel what fat felt like. I pressed into her tummy. Immediate pleasure was brought to my senses; it radiated a warmth like to no other. It's texture was so smooth to touch and I ran my hands all over her fat, feeling how it gave like weak rubber and shook like jelly. Her navel was deep and I ran my fore-finger in and out. Quite frankly, I wished to *** her right then and there but instead I had to let it go in the toilets this time. With the memory of what I just felt, I furiously masturbated, this time letting myself make a sound - I couldn't care. She was just too god damn beautiful.