chapter 1

You knew that I would feed you more. You knew that, gasping and clutching your sides with a gentle caress that you were at your limit. Pushed by gluttony and greed to impress you have over stuffed yourself. But, if you think that means I’m going to take pity on your throbbing gut...

“Glutton.” I rock forward as i purr the word. The scratch of your beard along my jaw as I kiss across your cheek, the tease of my tongue drawing you towards, the little squeeze you give to slim waist to pull me in closer to you spur me on.

  My passionate kisses are met with your sugar coated ones. I lick my lips as I sit back a little. A little show that you know means I  can taste in your kisses the sweetness of those calories. Calories that linger on your lips for now, a teasing taste. Calories that will linger on your waist for longer.

I have to wait a moment before I can say more. I don't want my words to be lost in your excited little moans. Each sends a euphoric little tremor pulsing pulsing between my thighs.

  Teasing you, having you beneath me pinned down by this swollen belly...  I'm throbbing for you. But, I won't give in yet.

You will have more if you want to please me... there is always more to consume for my pleasure. More inches to grow from this indulgence- although already I can see a little pinknees creeping across the taut skin of your rounded  tummy.  It seems to be particularly prevelant at your sides, below the little bumps of your ribs as your belly protrudes like a gloriously over inflated ball. I find myself smiling, the thought of myself bouncing as I straddle you in the way one might an exercise ball... I'm sure you will have my heart racing and a flush to my cheeks...  Or for now... is it more like a bowling ball... heavy and weighted as it sits on your middle?

"You've been so greedy." I can slide my fingers under your belly as I lift it up.  There is just a little lip now, the lingering of previous indulgences.  But I can feel that there is no give to your skin. There is no jiggle as I press my fingers below your belly button. I can feel the little layer of fat catch on my thighs as I sit up. As I lean Back, I let it fall. You can probably feel the weight dropping forwards... if you keep eating like this you may one day feel your belly dropping heavily between your thighs. Between my thighs.

  I can move my hips, curving them, so that I almost draw a C across your lap. Leaning back so that my breasts are tilted up... a view of my curves and your big belly

From being pressed against your belly. Your body, so tightly that you have no room. So close that not only do you feel swollen, stuffed, but that you might feel that our bodies are moulded together. The outwards curve of this big belly fits to the muscle of my own so well... my plump puzzle piece. Too full to suck your belly in. You belly demands room. I slap your tightness, the noise, loud.  Your belly is as tight as a drum... its solid. I do so to make you moan again. But I find that I too am moaning.  "You're too full to shake."

You are throbbing too now. I can feel you twitch, as your hardness graces my thigh. As you feel the very edge of my excitement for you. Teasing. Tracing. Back and forth...
I can almost taste the excitement passing between us. Its palpable with this plumpness... its immeasurable in your immensity. I don't want it to stop.

There is something so... exciting. All consuming about the pull of indulgence. There is something so wonderfully sexy about the view of seeing you stuffed. Overfed.

There is something that I can't articulate about the pleasure that I find when I see a bloated, rounded belly. When I can't tell if your moans are from your exvitment, your want of me, or... your fullness. 

There is something bodacious in the way your belly protrudes from your body when you are this overfed that just makes me quiver.  Literally.

I find such satisfaction in your stuffing.  Don't stop. Don't stop... eat for me.

We have pushed the limits of your indulgence so magnificently... let me stuff you. Be my feedee. Be my relentless, glutton. And then when you really, really can't take any more - when even the pressure of taking a full deep breath is to much for you, when you have to pant and when the only part of your belly I can see moving is the great curve outwards from your chest, swelling with each fast little breath, sticking out mountainously...  monstrously....


If I were to give into pleasure for you... if I were to let you feel, taste, experience just how wildly that your gluttony and its results drive me... would you mind if you grew? Would you mind if in this desire that your belly so inspires you grew a little more? What if in all of these thousands of unneeded calories your belly stays a little stuffed... full and round before breakfasts that you don't need. Except you do... you need to be full. Now.


Let me climb astide and show you how I adore this belly. Let me make you grow..

all you have to do, glutton, is let go. Be greedy. Greedy enough to please your feeder. I am enchanted when you are glutted like this.

Grow a round monument to my greed for you, and your hog like gluttony... your aching, curve a creation of our passing.

Look at the size of you. Every inch Is testament to the pleasure you have brought me..