Chapter 4 - twins 4

Mark ran his hands down Marcy's plump shoulders. "You look so beautiful," he whispered.

"Do you really think so?" she asked honestly.

"Definitely," he said nibbling on her neck. He pushed her onto the bad and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

"Wait!" she said, quietly but urgently.

"What's wrong Marcy," Mark asked, wanting her to be comfortable.

"Do I have to?" she asked looking away. Mark felt a pang in his heart but shook his head.

"Only if you want to," he said kissing her. "But it would make me happy if you did. I bet your belly looks very sexy." A faint smile came onto her face. She slowly pulled off her shirt, feeling her stomach jiggle as the fabric brushed it. She looked at Mark and he blushed. "Stunning," he said kissing her again. He un buttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Marcy's eyes washed over his abs and she squirmed a little. He took off his jeans and reached for hers. He pulled them off, leaving them inside out on the floor. Her hands danced around his chest as he methodically shimmied her black thong down her legs. She took off her bra revealing her large, round, and soft breasts. "I want you so bad Marcy."

"I'm yours." He hooked his hands under the bend of her leg and pushed her further onto the bed. He crawled on top, resting his body onto her. He placed his hands on her soft pale belly and playing with it in his hand, warming her up with the other. He finally hovered over her and entered, feeling his abs brush up against her pudgy belly. When they finished, Marcy turned to Mark panting. He looked back at her and grinned through his exhaustion. He kissed her moist lips and put his arm around her. She nuzzled her nose into his chest and fell asleep wrapped around him, never feeling more free and comfortable in her life.

Mikes eyes fluttered open at the sound of the floor boards creek form under the carpet. The night before came back to him like a wave when he saw Tara stretching, still naked. "Good morning," he said. Tara's eyes shot to him.

"I'm sorry I didn't want to wake you up," she said.

"I'm a light sleeper," he confessed with a grin. "Are you leaving?"

"Only if you want me to. I normally wake up early and go running but I realized I don't really have the proper clothes to do that."

"If you want I could take you home. You could grab some gear or whatever you call it," he said yawning and rubbing his chest.

"Well I have sneakers," she said pulling a ridiculously pink pair of toe shoes out of her bag.

"Are you serious. First why do you have those with you, and second why do you have them period?" She giggled.

"Hey they are the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn and it's always good to bring comfy shoes to the club, so you don't have to go home in painful heels," she said, smiling with pride.

"Ok ok. I gotcha. I could go get you a pair of shorts and a tee if you want."

"I'd like that." Mike got up and almost pulled the items out of his drawer, but stopped himself.

"I'll go get some of Marks stuff." She followed him into the laundry room and watched him sort through the dryer, muttering XL and tossing it back over and over.

"Small. Finally," he said handing her a pair of black basketball shorts and a grey tee. "I hope that's alright." She pulled them on and nodded.

"Thanks. Hey do you want to come with me?"

"Running? With you?" Mike asked, thinking it was a joke.

"We can walk," she said smiling at him.

"Why not," he said putting his arm around her.

Mark heard the front door close and woke from his sleep. He saw Marcy sleeping next to him and smiled. She looked like a cream puff, he thought, laughing at himself for thinking it. He slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. He began preparing breakfast for Marcy. He never wanted her to leave. She was sweet and funny and beautiful. He just hoped she liked him as much as he liked her. Having slept with many slim fish he caught at the club, he had never been more satisfied than with Marcy. He would often find himself thinking about fat in general just to get turned on enough to have sex with them. And in the morning, he'd prepare for work, whether he had it or not, and offer to drop them off. But here he was, making this girl breakfast in bed hoping she'd stick around much longer.

He pushed the door open and put the tray on the nightstand. Marcy's eyes peered open and she sat up and stared at him. "What's all this?"

"I wanted to make you breakfast, to thank you for the amazing night." Marcy couldn't believe it. She was surprised enough that she got in the bed she sat in. She never expected this. But then she looked down at herself and pulled the blanket over her middle and chest.

"I shouldn't," she said, playing with the blanket in her hand. Mark frowned, truly saddened by her discomfort to let loose around him. Before he could protest she spoke. "Can I have a t-shirt please?"
Mark went to his drawers and handed her a white tee. She held it to her chest and hurried into the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror and quickly looked away. She pulled the shirt on immediately feeling it cling to her plumpness. It didn't even go past her butt. She wanted to cry. In movies the girl borrowed a guys shirt and they skipped around in the oversized tee. But her she stood with a tight short shirt on. Mark knocked on the door.

"Are you ok?"

"Can I get a bigger shirt?" she asked, Mark noting she sounded upset.

"Of course." He began looking through his drawer for shirts that fit him looser, when he realized what was going on. He frowned. "How could I do that to her?" he scolded himself. He ran to Mikes room and grabbed a shirt, opening it up only to see it said, "No Fat Chicks". Mark shuddered as he tossed it back. He pulled a plain white one out and darted back to the room. He held the shirt in the doorway, giving her the privacy he new she wanted. He waited on the bed, disappointed by the disaster he created. Marcy came out and sat down next to him.

"Thanks," she said, truly smiling.

"Marcy I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. This always happens around girls I'm trying to impress. I get nervous and I don't think straight," he rambled.

"You're trying to impress me?"

"Yea and obviously I'm failing. Right?" he said. Now Marcy felt bad. All he was trying to do was make her feel good and here she was shooting him down. She swallowed.

"You're doing fine," she said, putting her hand on his thigh. "That breakfast looked delicious, by the way," she said smiling at him. He got up and brought it over. She looked down at the mini chocolate chip pancakes, strips of chewy bacon, and heaping pile of scrambled eggs. Mark cut the pancakes and took a piece on the fork. He slowly moved it towards Marcy's mouth. She opened it and he popped it in. "Mmm, it's so yummy. Just like you." He continued to feed her and she was actually enjoying it. She insisted he eat some of it, and he did, though very little. She was beginning to feel full, but didn't want this moment to end, and it all did taste really good. When she finished the last bite, Mark looked at her for some sort of response. "That was delicious," she said patting her belly.

"You mean it? Mike always says my cooking is weak."

"He probably meant incredibly sweet and yummy," she said kissing him. She could feel the strain in her belly, but something was telling her she wasn't done yet. She knew it would be bad for her 'diet', but she had to share this moment longer with Mark.

"Are you all filled up?" he asked nervously, playing with his hands. Marcy thought.

"I could go for a little something else," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," he said jumping up. Marcy giggled and followed him to the kitchen. "What are you hungry for. We got lots of stuff," Mark said running through the cupboards frantically. "We have muffins, cinnamon rolls, doughnuts," he began.

"I like doughnuts," she said, blushing.

"An excellent choice." He turned around with a container with 5 out of the original dozen.

"I can't eat all of those," she said timidly.

"You don't have to."

Marcy finished the last bite of the fifth doughnut, with much of Mark's help, and finished the last of the whole milk she had been drinking. She let out a big burp and her face immediately turned red. "Excuse me," she said looking away. Mark turned her face back to him. He played with her long beautiful hair.

"Don't be sorry. That was real sexy." He cautiously put his hand on her belly and rubbed it in big circles. He put his hand under it and lifted it slightly, feeling how truly full and heavy it was. He pressed his palm to her belly and she burped again, and before she could apologize, his lips were pressed to her. They rushed back to the bedroom for round two. Afterwards Mark lay with Marcy running his hands over her naked body like a river.

"I'm so full," she murmured, almost sounding confused. "I've never felt so comfortable with a guy before Mark."

"And I've never felt so ...right with a girl." He kissed her and she laid on his chest, the two drifting off into sleep again.