Chapter 5 - "such a big, big boy."

Nancy stands up and puts her hands under my arms and helps me rise to my feet, then carefully guides me to my huge soft wide sofa. I'm so full I can hardly waddle, my thighs are rubbing together as I rock from side to side with each step. It feels as if my belly is hanging to my knees although I know that is impossible, but with Nancy's help I think I may get to this point soon. My feet feel like they are swollen up to twice their size. They hurt so much right now.

I finally make it to the couch and flop down hard upon it, and Nancy kneels down and unties my shoes and takes them off my feet, saying, "Now, just relax, Freddy, and let me take care of you." I moan, giving in to whatever she wants to do. I can't stop her from doing anything to me now.

She unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans and helping me squirm slightly, sliding them from my hips. They catch on my thick thighs, but she twists and tugs them until they are off. Then, she looks at my shirt, stretched out so much now that I feel like my buttons may pop at any moment.

"It would be fun to fatten you up and watch those buttons pop off, but it's a nice shirt," she says. "We'll make some donations to Goodwill with your clothing as I feed you into a new size, hun."

I feel myself harden as she unbuttons my shirt and takes it off me. Glancing down, I see my man-breasts sitting atop my stuffed belly. I can't even see my underwear briefs, but I do feel my hardened shaft bouncing up and down, and I see my belly jiggle from the action of arousal beneath it.

"Oooh, someone's feeling horny," Nancy says, looking me in the eye as her hand runs beneath my belly and grabs hold of me through my underwear.

I just groan with pleasure as she shifts me about and removes the last of my clothing. I feel the coolness of the night air on me, but still I am sweating. Then, suddenly, she lets go and backs away, staring at me in admiration.

"What a big beautiful flabby body you have!" she exclaims.

Wanting her to sit, I pat the cushion beside me. She sits down and immediately begins rubbing my extremely distended belly, glistening in the candlelight.

"Mmm, I love it," she says, as she lowers her head and kisses it. I feel my body quiver at the touch of her lips. "Your body is my playground," she says, her hot breath blowing into my deep navel with each word.

Again, I can do nothing but moan. I know not words to say, and I feel so aroused and full that I don't think I could form any words anyway.

Nancy rises up, starts massaging my belly, then her hands move to my chest, and she's playing with my moobs, moving her whole body onto mine. In a few seconds, she is straddling my belly and pulling her dress off up over her head. I see - and feel -- now that she has nothing on but the dress, no underwear and no bra. Her body is curvaceous, strong and voluptuous. With her flowing bronze hair and beautiful face, she looks like Botticelli's Venus rising out of the sea. I almost feel like I should hear angels singing, her beauty is so striking.

Her hands probe my belly and moobs, groping, grabbing, fondling, caressing my soft flab, gently pushing my hard food-filled gut. She rises up, and our lips meet. We kiss deeply and hungrily now, her hand venturing down under my belly, grabbing a handful of flab from my colossal thighs before latching on to my throbbing manhood.

"Such a big, big boy," Nancy moans into my ear as her fingers play upon me.

I am overcome by passion and emotions. I start to speak, but then her lips are upon mine, silencing any words I might have said. She kisses me longer and harder as one hand explores my love handle and the other hand has its own fun beneath my belly.

She then tugs my hand to the soft lips between her strong legs. She is so warm there. I feel her love juices flowing out of her and dripping onto my pudgy fingers. I rub her eagerly, and she tosses her head back and moans, "God, you're so fat, and I want you on me . . . and in me!"