chapter 4

Once inside his own home, he was all over her. He was much taller than her, but still his arms barely reached around their combined bulk. Her sweat tasted like icing on an angel food cake where he kissed her yielding shoulders. Everything about her was as sweet as childhood memories of ice cream. He had to have more of her, he wanted to devour every succulent morsel of her.

She tore the remnants of her clothes away like discarded candy wrappers, knowing they weren't going to fit her at all in a few minutes. Once she was naked, she broke away from him long enough to let him see her glamorous curves. Her tits resolutely defied gravity but still sagged slightly just because of their incredible volume. Thick pink nipples jutted out from the front like frosting roses on a wedding cake. Her tummy helped to hold the mounds up and pushed them them wide apart. Beneath her playful tummy and between the smooth pastries of her colossal thighs, her puss mound formed a puffy triangle like a slice of some fluffy cake.  She shimied, every inch of her flesh quivering like pale jelly, and spun to show off the broad pear of her over-sized ass. She winked a root beer colored eye at him and blew him a kiss from cherry lips, and it was more than he could resist.

He leaped as well as his obesity would allow to the buffet of her treats. The solid floor shook as their two bodies crashed to the living room carpet. She reveled in her budding new strength, ripping his remaining clothes away easily.  Fumbling between the flab of their two bellies, she was finally able to guide his throbbing cock into the dripping honey of her cunt. It wasn't easy, but the rest would be. They were fucking now, everything else would be a piece of cake for her!

He was on top of her, enjoying the feeling of how wide she had to spread her thighs to let him in. He pounder into her as hard and as fast as he could, the magical sugar rush in his blood working far better that cocaine and Viagra ever had. At some point he had noticed that he was suddenly built differently than before, but that wasn't anything that could compete with fucking a woman as fantastic as this! Even as he got fatter with each stroke, his ass wobbling even more, feeling his thighs push tighter against his balls, he couldn't for the thoughts that might make him want to stop making love to Sugar Plum. Only exhaustion might slow him down, and that was taking him whether he liked it or not.

"Oh come on! Come on Sugar Daddy, come on!" Her voice was still sweeter than honey as she urged him on. "Give it to me Daddy, give me all of it! Oooh yeah, yeah Daddy! Give me those big muscles, give me all of your strength Sugar Daddy! Give it to me!" The rest was a musical moan as the first of dozens of orgasms tore through her rapidly changing mortal body.

She felt in her arms, the strength that he was giving her. The muscles were growing beneath the fat in her arms, bit by bit with every thoughtless stroke. Her thighs were gaining strength as well, trading the firm muscle from his legs for the layers of adipose she could feel swelling his thighs. It wasn't an exact trade, but it would be complete. The exchange was intocicating, and it hadn't gotten old in all her centuries. Nothing ever felt as amazing as the simultaneous trade of losing the heavy jiggle of her fat and gaining the firm power of a man's muscles. Her orgasms rocked every part of her, growing in intensity as her physical strength increased.

At last he lost the strength to keep pushing his bulging slabs of lard, and he collapsed onto her. He could scarcely breathe, even drawing air into his gelatinous body took more strength than he had. He felt his body flow around her, noting absently how hard she felt. His head was too heavy to lift, he was so tired and weak. Even his tongue felt exhausted when he tried to tell her that he just needed to rest a minute, to get some strength back. All he could do, literally all he could do was lay over her, too weak and far too fat to do anything but gasp for breath and pray that his heart wouldn't stop.