Chapter 4 - 4 the bathtub

Lily returned home from her job at the gym feeling excited and full of energy. It had been next to impossible to concentrate at work after leaving Jack's office, especially leaving him in such a deliciously embarrassing situation!

She felt flushed just now even thinking about it. She had checked to make sure it wasn't Jack's boss of course, but once she saw it was Joan, she couldn't help but leave Jack in the lurch! She couldn't wait to hear how he had gotten out of it.

Gleefully thinking about seeing her gorgeous, subdued husband that night, Lily peeled off her gym outfit and began to fill the bathtub. She added lavender bubbles and slowly submerged her lovely, lithe body under the foam. She draped a washcloth over her eyes, leaned back, and slowly slid her hands underneath the water, running them over her slippery, round, C-cup breasts with the tiny nipples that tingled as she massaged them with her fingertips. She thought about Jack, the complete love of her life, and slid one hand down the underside of her breast, down that smooth, fine-boned, long waist, exalting in the pleasure of the sensation of feeling her own body. Her hands continued to move slowly down her body until she reached the neatly trimmed tiny fur at the top of her pussy, sensitive even under the water.

She let out a deep, full bodied sigh as she gently stroked the insides of her thighs, letting herself imagine that jack's strong hands were caressing her. She imagined him as she had seen him their wedding night, and then as she had seen him today: sloppy, out of breath, stuffed, embarrassed, that big, huge belly hanging out over his pants, which he had no hope of ever zipping again. Instantly she felt her pussy begin the slow, tingling ache deep inside her body. She gently spread her pussy and began to stroke it lightly with one finger, up and down, feeling the sensations building within her lower body: thighs, buttocks, lower abs.

She imagined Jack eating again like he had that afternoon, but this time, there was no feeling of fullness to slow him down or make him uncomfortable. There was just the pleasure of new tastes, smells, textures, the slow-spreading warm sensation of fullness, growing in his body the same way her hot arousal was growing in her own body right now.

Jack had always loved his food and had always loved eating, like most men did, but had never really explored his desires. Always there were things to consider: staying 'healthy,' looking 'attractive,' always worried about what friends and family and even complete strangers would think of you. All these modern things fighting against his right to pleasure, his instincts to enjoy his body fully, as she was enjoying hers right now.

She began to move her finger faster against the outside of her little clit, and delicately slid her first and middle finger up into herself, imagining it was Jack's cock, but knowing her two little fingers would never come close to feeling the same as his cock; how it filed her completely, how it thrust into her just rough enough to make her gasp out in pleasure, but slow and sensitive enough to allow her the pleasure of anticipation, the longing, the desire building up inside her. He knew how to tease, and how to fill her. Well, that's what she wanted for him, and what she knew he wanted for himself: the feeling of being FILLED.

Again she imagined him seated at the end of a long, long table, a moving belt of a table, bringing unimagined, delicious delicacies to his plate. There would be so many flavors, smells, textures, sensations. So many different types of FULL for him to really experience. There would be heavy, creamy dishes, light, airy dishes, rich juicy meats, flaky golden pastries, sweet desserts, all disappearing into him, each providing him a different, unique type of pleasure. She wanted him to experience every type of pleasure there was.

Of course, she imagined, now thrusting her own fingers even deeper inside of her hot, slippery pussy, his pleasures would show on his body, a monument. His belly would grow and grow, like a real-life piece of performance art. He was the sculptor and his growing body would be the canvas. He would work on it every single day. She would be the muse, the one who inspired all of this greatness, the one who freed his minds through trust. The one who helped him find his true strength through submission.

Lily was breathing so fast- the heat building between her legs was sending little veins of heat to different parts of her body- breasts, chest, arms, neck, face. She was getting close, she knew, thinking of Jack sitting at his never-ending banquet, happily growing the most incredible belly a man had ever possessed. His legs would fatten and grow heavy, as would his arms. Everything would sag, everything would roll, would turn in on itself in creases. He would fill his belly with food, but fill his entire body with fat.

So close now, she thought! More- she wanted him to have more- now she imagined Jack as he was today- still confused and unwilling because of his ignorance about his right to pleasure. She imagined tying him to the bed and feeding him, stuffing him until his belly rose toward the ceiling like a round tower, a dome of fat, stuffing his helpless face with pleasure. She would do this. She would teach him.

With that last thought, Lily's back arches, her legs spasmed, and her smoldering ball of heat between her legs exploded into her body, throwing her head back and shaking for several seconds before relaxing back into the water to float exhaustedly and happily, eagerly anticipating the moment when jack would step nervously through the door.