The Diet

Chapter 1

A pint of icecream was wedged between her thighs. It dripped with condensation. It was melted just enough to make it easy to eat the entire thing without giving it a second thought. The seductive way she sucked the spoon clean with each bite was driving you crazy. And you made a mental note to bring her more. A pint doesn’t sound like a lot but it can add up. And it does that in the form of a small accumulation of fat at the belly button. Just a slow gradual softening. So slow that it is imperceptible to the one experiencing it. But to the trained eye it is oh so deliciously obvious.

Night after night, pint after pint, of creamy sugary goodness passed those lips filling that belly with thousands of extra calories. Something had to give. With the influx of calories and no increase in physical activity it all goes into storage. At first it’s just a pleasant little bit of extra weight to her. Just barely there. Her breasts are fuller. Her ass is juicier. She looks a little more sensual. She is filling out her shorts a bit more.

You buy a quart. It’s cheaper. Each night she is able to eat more of it. Till one night while high she eats a whole quart in one sitting without even registering it. She leans back into you tugging her shorts down and rubbing her food baby.

There is definitely more to hold onto as you grab her hip to steady yourself in doggy. There is a certain fullness to her now. An excess. Her thighs are soft. Her ass jiggles. Her belly is just starting to hang just the smallest bit. All that extra was spreading evenly. Key word is was.

You hoped it would continue to spread evenly. But what if it didn’t? What would be the first to go? Her waist? Her pert butt? Her perky breasts? Would she outgrow her figure? Which would you want it to go to? Her waist? Giving her a nice doughy belly to squeeze and jiggle. A nice juicy muffintop that would cover her waistband. That would hide your hands. That would spread over the counter as you fed her. That would clearly show how naughty she had been. That would move like a bowl of jelly while you fucked her in missionary. You could hold onto it. You could wobble it. You could lay the food on it and watch the heavy plate sink into her fat.