The layover

chapter 2

Molly, on the other hand, had almost completely forgotten she wasn't home alone as piece after decadent piece of pastry, dessert & flavor-packed treat crunched or squished inside, working their delicious magic over her wide tongue, around her tonsils, & down towards her still-complaining gullet. Ray continued trying not to pay attention as he finished decorating, but when he noticed the cart was- more or less- halfway empty, he couldn't stand idly by until she was starving again- so he turned around & opened the fridge once more, pulling the "leftover" pizza out & setting it down on the cart for her consumption.
The pizza, having only been purchased just before Ray drove to the airport, was barely cool when Molly opened the box- steam still pouring over the extra cheesy slices. She gladly reached for a hefty wedge, the strands of perfection hanging from every inch, beckoning her closer to drink in the tomato base & crusty gold. Molly's audible approval of the Italian heaven rang down the hall, hanging in Ray's ears, her slurping up the sauce & not noticing its dripping amber grease upon her smoky top leaving him in total awe. Soon as every crumb was lapped up by the famished beast, Molly expelled yet another ridiculous 'BELCH!' her pillowy girth only barely denting her shirt & jeans.

"Ooh- that was scrumptious!" she exhaled, winded from the obvious effort- rubbing where she felt the most pressure.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Ray chuckled, watching her hands pause over the exposed stretch marks time & time again. "But we've barely even started, my dear!"
"Really? Wow- then may I use your bathroom? I KNOW I'll have plenty more room once I let this tub-o-lard relax a bit." He laughed out loud, never letting his eyes leave her hands.
"Absolutely- don't want you hurting... or stuffed too soon! It's down the hall."
While she was 'making room', Ray took the opportunity to finish decorating the cake, the iced calligraphy on top reading 'Good Golly, Miss Molly!' in bright red- her favorite color, from what he could remember. When she came back out, rubbing her low-hanging belly involuntarily the whole way back, he started to sing, holding the cake with a candle in the middle in front of him.
"For she's a wonderfull feedee- which nobody can get by!" he chuckled, setting the platter down in front of her, rubbing her belly in his calloused hands- her soft, supple folds holding nothing back.
"Aww, you're so sweet, Ray- I can't thank you enough," she praised, pulling the gentleman in for an unexpected kiss- Ray couldn't help but notice, as he was pulled into her strong embrace, how much softer her lips were than the rest of her gelatinous form, the rosiness seeming to add a familiar alluring aroma in the- gladly- comforting air that tickled the pencil-thin mustache under his nose. Time seemed to stand still as they enjoyed the tender moment, his arms curling around the gravid girl the longer their kiss lasted. Her stomach gurgled against them, reminding the couple to keep their intimacy short.

"I know you're enjoying going to town on all this food, but may I..." he shyed away, turning bright red in embarrassment.
"What is it?" Molly scooted closer to the edge of the sunken bed, her impatient belly already protesting over the lack of stuffing her chubby face.
"Well, this may sound corny..." he started, looking down at the floor, inadvertently glancing up towards her over-indulgent girth. "But may I feed you?"
Molly giggled, her entire engorged figure jiggling with glee as she held the blushing boy in her expansive arms. Then she kissed him again, this time quick & sweet on the cheek before leaning back on the mattress, showing off her towering fat.
"Of course you may, silly! Why'd you bother to ask? You could've just as easily started feeding me before & I wouldn't have minded."
Ray beamed, the blush running across his face melting into an eagerness she wasn't expecting. Slowly, he climbed into bed with the blubbery beauty, the slightly warming cake glistening in condensation on the cart, awaiting the two to get situated. He helped her scoot again, this time towards the head board so that her arms wouldn't give out underneath the heft.
"I don't know- guess I just wanted to be courteous, in case it wasn't, you know? Can't assume everything," he retorted as he picked up & set the cake down atop her pudge.

With a quick dip in a glass of water, Ray took his chef's knife to the thick cake, a sheen of chocolate frosting remaining at the top of the cold, wet blade as it slide down & cut the first jumbo slice off. Molly watched intently, licking her watering lips as the giant wedge was briefly put on a square plate & brought up to her mouth. She opened up wide, her flat tongue already painfully holding back for the chocolatey overdrive she'd soon experience- closing around the moist cake, cheeks puffing out with frosting & deliciousness.
"Mmmmmmmm...!" she moaned, unable to think of any words to describe how the thrill she felt being fed was truly being met in the here & now. Her pwerful jaws mowed down on the wedge of giant chocolate bliss, tongue smacking against her teeth, feeling the wad of fudge make its sluggish course down her throat.
Ray looked on in awe, a wicked smile across his dampened face as he fed this heffer bite after bite of glorious cake, hesitating only but a moment before placing his large hand upon her shivering belly. The more she cooed & devoured her prize, the more his warmth took great care in venturing over the smooth- yet textured- skin. He made sure to study every crimson stretch mark, tracing along each jagged edge as each wedge of cake got bigger in size, while at the same time grew smaller in quantity. Eventually, he stopped his gluttonous gal, who was wheezing from her efforts, as he meandered back to the fridge, whereupon he retrieved a gallon of whole milk, slipped a rather bendy straw in the top, & let her drink down what moist crumbs had stuck in her teeth.
Molly merely groaned in delight as she gulped down cake & milk alike, rubbing what she could of her swelling belly, patting the sides that were surely pinning her to the shrinking bed. She yawned like a groggy walrus, her gluttonous ways getting the best of her as she could barely open her lazy mouth- chewing whatever chunk of cake was shoved in only to feel another chunk shoved even further in before she could swallow the first bite.

"That's it, just a little more to go, my heifer," Ray encouraged, all but two pieces of the dessert still sitting on the widening platter. She found her gut gurgle in response, finally giving a voice as it began tightening up. She tried to speak, but the lack of space inside proved more difficult than she realized, so she simply groaned louder around each bite, rubbing her cramped carcass.
"You can do it, tubby- it'll all be over soon," he chortled in delight, As the last piece of cake was halfway forced into her cheeks, she groaned her loudest ever, holding her taut belly with both hands frantically, emphasizing the lack of room she had left.
"What? You're full already? But you've barely got a piece left! C'mon, Molly, won't you finish it just for me?" Ray continued to coax the buxom beauty until she sighed & nodded, taking the remainder of cake into her rosy cheeks- she mushed the gigantic bite around her mouth for what felt like hours & finally, with one more look into his big & grey, hopeful eyes, Molly swallowed the last bite, groaning as she felt it hit the pit of her overstuffed belly like a ton of bricks.