chapter 1

The material of my dress bunches up as I sit on the grass; the pale sunlight catching my skin making it seem to glow and drawing your eye up the muscled line of my calve to the slightest glimpse of my thigh hidden amongst the soft fabric. The thigh that you were kissing your way along this morning. You must have every centimetre of me mapped now with your lips. Your fingers. Your body. Every freckle. Every dimple. Every muscle. Every little give of curve that I have.

I'm braiding flowers, twisting the stems into little knots into a sort of crown. There is laughter around me as I place it atop my head before, reaching across, someone tugs at my dark curls, and sets it straight, commenting that I suit being in these wilds even when I am unkempt. That the blues and lilacs of the flowers find new colours in my eyes. That I could look like a gentle forest spirit or some sort of delicate fairy dressed like this. Until, of course, I were to jump gleefully into every puddle. Or when I stop to explore the darkest corners of trails. When I find bugs, and beasts and beauty in the nature around me whether it's in the mud, or the canopy above. The beauty of outdoors suits me.

I turn to steal a glance of you and find myself breaking into a wide smile to find you've even watching. Delighted by catching your eye, the lightest of pink blush settling into my cheeks. There is a moment that the conversation around us seems to stall; the babble of chatter dies away as I look at you and we connect. That little jolt of excitement that comes every time I see your face. Especially now as the sun sets and I now the minutes are trickling towards the small hours we have alone. When I will lay, wrapped in your sleeping bag, as close to you as I can be. Safe in your arms.

We have spent the day hiking. Exploring. Uphill, scrambling and exploring. I've watched your strength; I've watched you keep up. Overtake. Sweat. Enjoy. Your confident footing on difficult paths; the way you turn back to make sure I'm safely behind you, how your hand reaches for mine, or winds around my waist as the paths allow me to draw beside you. I have been almost for any touch. The strength of your body; the obvious exuberance that being so comfortable outdoors brings. I love these adventures with you. But I do, to, love what is to come. When sun gives way to moon and we share those small quiet hours... you won't be so strong and controlled then.

I stand, the movement fluid and graceful, paired jarringly with the little poke of my tongue as I concentrate a flash of pink against the red of my lips, the white of my teeth into a wide smile. Tying my final knot as I nod at the friends around me, excusing myself from the conversation - one I've barely been listening too since catching you watching me as I pad towards you, barefoot, avoiding more conversation and the little calls of admiration of billowing of my dress caused by the little swing of my hips with a smile and a nod of my head. My course is set... to you.

And when I find my way to your arms. I won't want to leave them for the rest of the evening. In fact. I insist.

I am delighted to feel the gentle press of your hand in the small of my back; the slither of softness of your skin I feel as your shorts ride a little. As I settle onto your thighs and tuck one leg between yours.

Entangling us so that from toe to the very tip of my head I am pressed to you. My weight added to your weight as I mould myself to you. I rub my face to the stubble of your beard, the flowers on my head slipping further back so that I peer up at you coyly from beneath them. Small. Sweet. Innocent.

I shift my hips, the movement edging closer still to you. Catching the underside of your belly so that it spills over onto me. Resting on the contours of my body, letting it slip so that it sits softly onto my thigh. I bite my lip; before pressing them to your neck. A little bite to my kiss now. My tongue tracing for just a second as I pull away from you. As I gain my composure. I can feel your fatter body pressing against me as you breath. Even with your small quiet breathes with me sat so closely to you don't have room to suck it in. It's our secret. For now...
Before I can regain my composure, I find myself running fingers across your shoulders, enjoying that below the blades they are still a little damp from our adventures, up your neck, cupping the back of your head. Drawing you to me. Your kisses are keen. Your arms...

You press me to you closer, my breast pressing to your chest, catching on the outwards slope of your belly. Its only a moment. A stolen but passionate kiss before we must part. But I feel the little jolt of excitement through me. I wonder, do you feel it to? The pump of my heart growing in volume as I feel the tingle of your kisses on my lips for minutes afterwards. I have to steal myself for now with this.

At least Until the camp fire grows brighter against the dusk, settling into an orange blaze against the dark sky and people begin to peel of towards bed. Its an early morning. Exclamations that it's hard to believe that tomorrow marks our drive home followed by the zip of tents. The rustle of sleeping bags...You've had my weight in your lap all evening. I have found myself resting my head to your shoulder, my fingers finding their way to the softness of a growing love handle and prodding your belly. Squirming a little in your lap. But more than that, I've revelled in your presence. In being close to you.

Is it these soft curves and sweet tones that have led you to so often over indulging? Just a little more... to please your feeder? Quietly murmured pleases. Until I am your forceful little feeder. The determination that glints in my eyes as you moan that you have had too much... and back to my sweetness as I massage your aching belly. I can switch between the two so well. From sweet to sexy. Edging you to temptation. Encouraging you. Pleading. And then firmly asserting. Your seductress.

I squeeze the swell of your bicep; feeling that there is still Strong muscle there. Soft and strong all in one body. The strength from your dedication. Your ability. Your drive... the soft from your indulgence. Your greed. Your love of having a gorged, heavy belly. Which one is winning out? Which one will win...?

We are not truly alone until It's the small hours of the morning and finally in the tired silence I’m pressed against you in our sleeping bag; on my side, moulded into your form with my head under one of your arms so that resting lightly on your chest. I stretch a little; shifting myself ever closer to the heat of your body. To your smell; the slightest trace of our adventure caught on your skin and its warmth. With each deep breath of yours, I feel you squeeze me a little tighter. Closer to you as you wake.

I let my hand tease absent mindedly across your belly; playing with the little softness that's left there from previous stuffing. I let your kisses find my lips as my hand slips lower, below your waist line exploring your nakedness and tracing only lightly along your hardness. I kiss you gently. Softly. As you explore my body; finding that I'm willing for a little more of you with each touch. Letting you enjoy me; enjoy the feeling of my hips pressing against you... the wordless bump against you, my bodies way pleading for your attention elsewhere... lower... I'm stroking you in between kisses, as your hands wonder. Lightly at first. But as I feel your hardness growing against my thigh, as my want for you grows... I grip more tightly. A keenness for you growing.

My other hand slides down your neck, from your cheek... where I've been pulling your kisses ever more desperately towards me... to your chest. To just below your pecs; prodding at the little softness there, tracing over your nipples as I lick and kiss you. I press my finger into to your upper belly.

This is where I would usually feel you full and firm when you over eat for me. This is the first place that swells outwards into a ball... when your little pot belly grows full for me; from this slim frame. Because although softer. It is still a slim frame.

I look down now. Your body pressed against mine; as if missing the swollen belly that sometimes presses between us. When you indulge for me.

You seem to know what I'm thinking... you put your hands on your lower belly; shaking at the little softness I've put there. The pounds of my love and adoration that have slowly crept on. There are only ten of them. Maybe fifteen... when did we last weight you? But they have made such an impact to your body.

Of course, you still aren't fat... just... a little softer. To my eyes only. For my eyes only. Well trained eyes which search for signs of your indulgence. I know every inch of you. No. You're still slim. Strong. Still muscled. Toned. You're not really round until you're gorged.

But it makes me moan to see you touch yourself so. To have your hands exploring your belly in this way. To see the little squeeze of softness. And suddenly I'm gripping you harder; with more urgency... my kisses are deeper, my body warm against yours. I feel your keen fingers teasing me a little. Tracing up the inside of my thigh and making me groan in anticipation...

You know I'm thinking of the times you have filled your belly for me. Of times you have stuffed. You hear my breath catch a little in anticipation... I want you.

"Are you ready for another adventure?" Your question is soft. Teasing.

“Adventure? Have you not had enough?” I let the final word hang. I can feel the warmth of your kisses still on my lips as I run my tongue along them. You pull away from me: drinking in my excitement as we lie pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose. I realise I can still taste you this closely in that feel the warmth of your breath.

“Enough?” You laugh a little. It’s the word I use when I think you have really had too much. When I tease you, that you’re full. Usually, as I lift another mouthful to your lips, “No, I think… what I need is more.”

For the truth is, whilst this really has been an adventure with you. We are about to have our very own. A more decadent affair.

"Did I tell you... The house we will be staying in has a gym?" I murmur as I press a finger into your belly, careful to aim for below your belly button. To let myself sink into the softness there.

"A gym?" You raise an eyebrow. I feel you push your stomach out, arching your back so that it swells forward. You definitely have a belly now. I can feel its rounded contour pressing against me where before I had felt only the smoothness of your muscle. Its soft. Warm. And I can feal that it catches on my pelvis as if determined to remind me of the times that its weighed me down... as if to remind of me the fullness of your stuffing "Is this you telling me, that you think I've gotten fat?"

A little gasp escapes my lips, as I feel you slide down further into the sleeping bag, keeping me on my side, but withfirm hands on my ass lifting me - pulling my closer to you, raising me so that I lie my breasts to your face. So that I feel the the soft squeeze of your belly in push my thighs apart. Pressing to my warmth, as you kiss along my colar bone. Rocking yourself back and forth so that your belly rests heavily onto my pelvis. The weight pressing to me. Filling me up. We have been here before - only with you tightly overfed.

"Not yet." I can feel the flush of my cheeks growing, the little tremble to my vioce that I can't hide, that comes from the pleasure of being pressed to your plumpness like this, "But you might be a little heavier by the time we get home. I want you to be fat. A belly too huge to hide."

You press me onto my back with such ease. Its not difficult. My body is moulded to you like this so keenly. But you do so which such strength. Which such fluid ease. I feel small. Little beneath you. At the mercy of your pleasure. This. This my lover, is you in control. This is you set to please. To take. To adore to Tease.

I can see the little forming of a love handle pouring outwards from the vice like grip of my thighs which have stayed wrapped firmly around you, legs crossed behind your back. Holding you. The next time I feel your weight like this on me... it will be with a heavy belly bearing down into me. Round and overtight. It will be to show me not your strength. But how much that you have stuffed.

The question is... Just how big a belly will that be? How much control will you loose? How many of my desires will you please in growing plump for me? Will you let me explore? Expand?


You see, for me, stuffing   is something that is incredibly sexually charged.- seeing the swell of your belly change from a softness to a taut, heavy round ball from your over indulgence  The hedonism. The little disbelief that passes between us in amongst the waves of excitment that this causes. How much does it take to fill you up now? It seems to be growing more; and more as you are.  I absolutely adore seeing the changes to your body. The different ways that so many calories add inches to you. But its more than that.

It's more than just fattening you up. Admiring your growing girth. Yes. Your fat turns me on.  But it's your indulgence that really pleases me. It's that dangerous slide from greed and gluttony. The drive to want to gorge more. Another day. Another stuffing.  Tight. Round. Straining. Stuffed. Bloated. Big.

Tell me. Would you let go into gluttony for me? Are you ready to start our biggest adventure yet? A journey of growing beyond all known horizons. From mountain side to the mound of your little belly... There will be such wonderful views..