Chapter 5 - 5

Katie laughs and makes an "aww" as she sees the dessert tray. Nobody touched her Kraft-looking dessert except us. I reciprocate the "aww" and make a show of scooping a large amount of it onto my pie-plate. She giggles, delighted, and asks if I'm going to actually eat all that. I tell her that we'll see.

The computer room is a little sitting area with an old Windows-XP desktop setup surrounded by bookshelves, a small sofa and a loveseat. I plop my plumper ass down and we make ourselves at home on the sofa.

It's not another half-hour before I finish my pie and all that sweet-potato-marshmallow goop. I make a big show of finishing the last bite and she applauds sarcastically and smiles.

She then points out how much I ate tonight, and that I cannot be comfortable. I say that no, I'm really not, and I decide to take this opportunity to be funny and fix that at the same time.

I begin a sentence and trail off; "Now that we're no longer among the upper-middle-class elites..." I stand up and begin to unbuckle my belt.

Katie gasps and starts giggling into her hands, then laughs loudly once as I settle back down on the couch.

All joking aside, God that feels good. My pants button is down and my stomach has pushed my zipper down completely. Miraculously, my sweater is clinging to my sitting stomach tightly, but it seems to be holding up. The bottom is close to peeking.

Katie recovers and stares at my undone belt and stomach. She says loudly and teasingly, "Wow." We both laugh and I mention that she should be glad she is wearing a dress with more freedom than I have. She responds with some mention about the ugliness of her dress.

I tell her come on, you look beautiful and smile.

After I say that, Katie's nose de-crinkles and a foreign expression seems to take hold of her face. It looks like it's somewhere between apathy and something very important. Out of confusion and curiosity, I mirror her expression.

I am suddenly aware of how close we are sitting together and how much of a fat fool I must look like with my belt undone an-

Katie readjusts herself quickly, leans over me and kisses me full on the lips. She pulls away slightly, looks at me, and now I meet her halfway for the next one.

We continue kissing and she lowers her body so that it's closer to mine. I move my arm to be around her shoulder and back and grab her side, under her armpit.

She pulls away, looks at me for a second, then we both smile, turning into a laugh. I say, "This is nice." Katie giggles and nods.

She says smiling with a hand cupping my face,
"I'm so glad I did that, finally."

I reply,
"I'm glad you did too- why didn't you before?"

I mean, I know we flirt all the time, but it's long-term friendship opposite sex, grew up together constant low-frequency flirt shit. Katie is the best, but I was never sure how she felt about me.

She bites her lip before responding.
"Honestly, I've always been intimidated by the idea of me with you. By you." Her eyes flit to and from mine. "To sounds like a shitty high school movie character, you're one of the more sought-after guys in school"

I was not aware of this.

"I've always loved being around you, so with school ending sooner than later and with your recent changes, I knew I wanted to try-

What?

Wait, my recent changes?

I cut her off after putting two and two together:

"You mean my-" I pat my stomach.

Katie nods, "Mhm, and I think it's so great that you have the, the gall to gain weight at this point and not care what other people think about you and-"

I stopped listening to Katie there for a moment.

If Katie knows it, then everyone who looks at me must. I have gained so much weight that I have met Katie's lowered standards.

And here I am with a stuffed gut and an open belt. I tune back in.

"-and hey what do they say, more to love right? I think being chubby is good for you at this point in your life!"

Chubby.

I'm chubby. Stuffed and glutted and chubby. I feel myself grow hard and look back at Katie after I realize I may have been staring off into space for a bit there. She looks anxious, she must have just been babbling nervously just now.

I cut her off by grabbing her face and kissing her hard on the mouth.

She freezes, surprised at first, but then relaxes into the kiss.

I'm having trouble verbalizing exactly what's happening right now, but suffice to say, we're just plain old making out here.

I work my hands down to her waist and back, grab on, then kiss her jawline. She corrects her sitting to be further up on the couch, sort of perched towards me, as I'm still sitting down, just twisted towards her. I move my right hand further down and cup her cute, bubbly ass. I can't feel anything through the fabric of her dress but it feels good and warm there.

She pulls back slightly to inhale air slightly and looks at me with slightly-closed eyes. The kissing then resumes. She begins sliding her hand down my body, down my chest and tight stomach, looking to stay there when her palm runs into my erection.

I feel her feel it, and we are both a little surprised at that. We stop and look at each other. Both of our breathing is increased, she has a bit of a flush to her cheek. She continues sliding her hand down and feels my erection through my underwear. I'm really enjoying her expression.

As she feels me, I squeeze her ass firmly with my right hand. She arches her back slightly and looks me dead in the eye.

In a completely un-Katielike way, Katie then starts moving closer to me, being nearly on top of me. To manage her, I grab her ass fully with both my hands and pull her onto my lap. My loose belt jungles slightly. She separates her legs into a straddle on me. Her dress has ridden up and her thighs have spread and thickened onto mine. I slide my hands up her torso and follow through to her back. Her hips are pressing against my full stomach and it is uncomfortable: I feel harder than ever. I pull her down to me and we resume smashing lip, now with our crotches grinding together in a shameless display of teenage dry-humping and god I am full she is right on my stomach and

POP goes a champagne bottle from the other room, followed by some dull cheers. We start, and Katie climbs off of me. We resume our sitting position with innocent faces though I am breathing rather hard and her dress is all rumpled. We look at each other and smile and giggle a bit.

We calm down soon and talk about being together and in a very matter-of-fact way decide that it would be really great to be together.

Katie's parents call her to leave. We share a private kiss and a public hug. (I buttoned and belted myself before we exited the room. Pants are tighter than ever) I can't get the truth out of my mind- she only made a move tonight because I'm now a fat boy at school.

I wait agitated until everyone's gone and my parents are asleep.

After peeling my much-too-tight slacks over my cushy butt and possibly thickening (nah) thighs, I sneak downstairs and grab the remainder of Katie's marshmallow thing. I quickly devour it in my room and start jacking off almost instantly. I stop as an idea enters my head.

With one hand still on my dick, I take a picture of the empty dish and send it to Katie, captioned: "So much for everyone else, I like it. :)"

Not a minute later I receive the response:
"That was a whole casserole dish! Well I suppose that booty had to come from somewhere ;)"

And, I'm blowing my load not ten seconds after I read that. My torso is riddled with strings of semen. I look for traces of my abdominal muscles.

I find none.

I feel myself grow hard again.