chapter 4

"Let's go to bed," I said, not quite sure what I meant by that.


"Okay," Gabby agreed. "I'll just bring the rest of the pie with us, you might want a midnight snack."


"You are *urp* incorrigible," I grunted, pushing myself away from the counter and trying to find my balance.


I had to lean back slightly as I slowly waddled (yes, waddled) up to the guest bedroom. Once the door was closed and locked behind us, we just stood there awkwardly for a few moments.


"Well, um, now what?" I asked.


Gabby looked at me and just started giggling.


"What? What is it?"


"I'm sorry," she chuckled. "I just didn't really think this far. I mean, of course I've dreamed of one day, you know, me and you . . . but now that it's happening I don't know what to do."


"Do you want to kiss me?"


She nodded.


"So kiss me," I told her.


As she closed the gap between us I tried asking myself if I really wanted to take this risk. Would it forever change my relationship with my best friend?


But then I had another thought - was there anyone else better to fall in love with?


And then she stood in front of me and slowly leaned in. Some time later she pulled back and looked at me.

"How was that?" Gabby asked.


I took a few breaths and tried to get my pulse under control.


"Let's do it again," I suggested.


We did, for even longer this time. When she pulled back again I was breathing heavily and a little cross-eyed.


"One more," I gasped.


As her lips touched mine I was overwhelmed with attraction for her. I held her close, pressing my body tightly against hers, running my hands over her back and butt and hips, then reaching under her shirt and fumbling with her bra. Gosh, no wonder guys seemed so awkward at this stage.


"Whoa girly," Gabby laughed as she broke our embrace. "You're moving pretty fast."


"Oh, sorry," I said, suddenly embarrassed.


"Don't be sorry," she grinned. "I just want to let you know I'm not one of those easy girls, okay? You'll have to seduce me."


"Oh, is that how it's going to be?"


"Uh-huh."


"G ee, I wonder how I'll do that," I mused out loud.


I sat down on the edge of the bed. I pulled my shirt up a bit and tried to pull the flaps of my pants together, but they remained comically far apart.


"Oh gosh, I've gotten too fat for my pants," I stated innocently. "I knew I've been getting chubby, but these were my fat pants. How did I outgrow them?"


I almost busted out laughing at the sight of Gabby's face. She was was practically drooling at my little display.


"Maybe if I lay down and suck it in," I continued, falling backward.


I tried to tug them together again, but it was a predictably ineffectual maneuver.


"Oh my," I remarked, craning my neck to look over the crest of my domed belly. "I'm just tooooo fat! Look how far my belly sticks up."

Gabby pounced, pressing me further into the bed as her lips worked against my throat and her pelvis ground against mine. I would have laughed but I was too preoccupied trying to wiggle my hands under her jeans.


It's probably a miracle we didn't break the bed that evening and I pray no one heard it creaking away as we writhed together in sensual bliss.


The next morning I awoke in her arms, knowing that my best friend was now so much more.


For a while we stayed there under the covers, not speaking, just lazily exploring each other. I purred in contentment as her fingers squeezed my pudge, moving from belly to hips to thighs to . . . mmmm.


"I love how soft you are," Gabby whispered in my ear as her hands performed a very special dance.


"I love that you love that," I gasped. "I want to get fatter for you."


"Do you want a bigger belly?" she asked.


"Yes, so much bigger," I replied.


"Bigger boobs?"


"Mm-hmm."


"Bigger butt?"


"Oh, yes," I hissed.


"Do you want me to feed you?"


I nodded vigorously.


"Fatten you up?"


More emphatic nodding as I struggled to keep from moaning loudly.


"Put you in some old clothes and parade my little piggy around in public?"

My hands covered hers as my back arched and I gasped loudly, a lightning bolt of undiluted pleasure ripping through my body. And another. And another.


Some time later I more or less came back to my senses. I was now lying on my front as Gabby gently kneaded my rounded rump.


If this didn't qualify as heaven, I don't know what would. I couldn't imagine life possibly getting any better.


Until . . .


"Want breakfast?" Gabby asked.


A smile spread across my face and a now-familiar tingle began again between my thighs.


"You bet," I told her. "I am going to absolutely stuff myself. And then we're going to come back up here and I'm going to repay you for everything you just did for me."


"Sounds perfect," she said.



FIN