Little girl lost 1

chapter 3

She struggled for a few moments, then prodded his full middle with a finger. "Can you suck this in?" She slipped her fingers between his taut flesh and his pants, struggling for enough slack to undo the button.

"It IS sucked in. Tell me about the horses you draw. I have a studio upstairs I think you would enjoy," and gasped as her fingers slipped under his belly and into his cruelly tight waistband.

Helplessly, she started to laugh. "My fingers are stuck! Can you lift your belly up? I think it's big enough to do that. I sketch horses...Especially wild ones. Pencil and pen are my main tools." Amanda struggled to free her fingers, making his paunch jiggle against her fingers. "What do you use? Paint?"

"Watercolor," he gasped again as her fingers wiggled under his fat. "Let me see, hang on"" and he reached under and lifted his belly off his lap. He could feel her fingers momentarily snagging one of his shirt buttons as she fumbled for his waistband.

She popped it and then giggled. "You seem to be enjoying this!" She was too, admittedly. "Here..." She rubbed the red mark his jeans had created, then blushed and stopped, pulling back. She stood up, his oversized shirt making her look so small and vulnerable.

"I just got my licence to sell my work." Her face was slowly loosing its redness, and she sat down beside him, hands clasped in her lap.

"I like pencil, too, but it's so soft and ephemeral. Pen and ink are tough to master...too easy to make mistakes. No, don't stop, that feels so good." He relaxed as his belly spilled out unconfined. He could feel his shirt ride up in front and tried to pull it down. "Darn you are cute.

Thanks for releasing this big belly of mine. I really should take better care of myself"" He sighed, watching her reactions. "Living up here with my own cooking has really packed on the pounds. Sometimes I wake up and can hardly get to my feet. Then I'll starve myself for a week. Pretty dumb, eh?"

"What do you mean, better care of yourself? And, yes, very stupid. I don't see why you need to starve yourself," she said honestly. She smiled to take the sting out of her words and touched his hand. "Starving yourself is the worst thing you can do!"

"I mean that if I didn't slow down every so often I blow up like a balloon. Thus I starve myself for a week or so to get this belly down to a manageable size. Sure, I know it's wrong, but what can I do? By myself there's no one to help me. Hell, I can't even pick up a paintbrush if I drop it...have to get on my hands and knees and pick it up with my teeth." he grinned at her. Another couple days eating like this, and you'd see!"

She was flustered and didn't respond, just smiled awkwardly. He patted her hand. "That's OK, don't worry. How are you feeling? Tell me how the hell you found me, and what the heck you're doing this far out in the wilderness?"

"To be honest, exhausted...I was run- uh, I mean, I got lost and couldn't find my way out of the forest. Then this spider landed on me..." Her throat locked up and she let out a frightened little noise.

"Spider? Well, there are no spiders here, just a big old fat artist." She smiled, and he relaxed. He loved her smile " it was so radiant and made him feel years younger. He wondered what she'd started to say. Running? What... or who from? She had a soft innocence about her - and something else he couldn't put his finger on. An air of mystery...she carried herself well, she was obviously well bred. Although he could be mistaken. Hard to tell with her in those baggy clothes of his.

"So, like I said you're welcome to stay. Actually, if you're of a mind you can stay as long as you want. I can set up a corner of the studio for you to work. Can you cook?"

She tried to keep her eyes open, but they were slowly closing. "I can...I don't think...ahhww!" She yawned, "your not old, n' I dun mind at all, you bein' fat I mean. Its act'lly verry sexsy"" Her voice trailed off as she feel deeper into exhaustion.

He shook his head in disbelief... she thought fat was sexy? Bill knew he must have misheard, yet he felt waves of pleasure wash over him. He caught her as she slumped forward toward the table. She was exhausted.

He picked her up and carried her into his spare bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He pulled back the heavy comforter and slid her underneath. He thought she was mumbling faintly, and he leaned closer over her in the darkened room.

"Th'k mchly, vry hndsme. G'night.." She managed to kiss him on his stubbly cheek before falling asleep fully.

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