Chapter 1

Author's Note:
This is a short little sizzler I wrote back in 2013 with some light updates.

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Sitting down, I realized I had eaten too much. Shifting my body surreptitiously, I untucked my under shirt and readjusted my sweater. It was still painfully tight, but I did get some comfort.

Looking up, I smiled as Rebecca walked in and sat down beside me.

“Heck of a dinner, huh!” she said, moving slightly closer and reaching forward so she could pull the coffee table closer to us.

“Yes, I am so, so stuffed it’s not even funny.” I said stealing furtive glances at her belly. She was wearing a button-down top and judging by my vantage point, she looked to be about as stuffed as I was.

Rebecca and I had known each other from the track and field team. She ran hurdles and I threw shotput. But that was a few years ago and we had all moved away from our hometown since then.

We were both single and could be what you’d call ‘friends with benefits’. At least that’s what the kids seem to call it these days. Neither of us went to college and went to work straight away. It pissed off her parents something fierce, but life works like that sometimes. At least she was happy from what she told me. She worked at a bank and sold life insurance on the side while I worked as an electrician, two towns over.

Tonight was different though.

The holidays were always good at bringing the homegrown kids back together.

This was the first time I had seen Becca since last summer when most of the old gang was there. I was only there for one night and left the following day, but I can’t help but remember how we all had a little too much to drink down at the beach and when we all went skinny dipping. Becca and I were the last two to get in, and by then it was dark enough so that our modesty was upheld.

Or at least I thought it was.

Becca and I had walked side by side towards the water and she stumbled in the surf. I caught her, and one arm brushed against the side of her breast in the process. She did not protest and when she righted herself, she braced her hand against the inner of my thigh, touching me.

We headed toward the splashes and snatches of laughter that were our old school fellows, mucking about as usual.

It seemed only natural at that moment, that Becca and I held hands under water as we waded through to accompany them. Many of the girls hid beneath the water, despite the fact that we were already mid-chest deep. What were they worried about? We would all probably forget what we saw that night anyway the following morning. Alcohol has a funny way of fuzzing the memories of the past. At least it does for some, like me.

But Becca didn’t react like the other girls. She acted like one of the men and when the cloud cover broke, I saw her firm, budding breasts. Two lovely rounded surfaces, peaked by nipples that hardened in the cooler night air with water gently lapping against the undersides.

I felt myself go hard under the water, but I didn’t mind. Who would know?

We played Marco Polo, which was the unspoken que that couples were beginning to get bored and looking to pair off for the evening. It seemed natural once again that Becca and I were destined for a fleeting romance, for she snuck up behind me and hugged me close. I felt her nipples and soft breasts against my back, and she wrapped her legs around me. One of her feet passed across my lower body, grazing my hardness and she giggled. She hugged me extra close, making it plainly obvious that tonight she head interest in me.

I don’t remember the rest of the evening, or where the others ended up doing, for Becca and I found a nice soft patch of sand and passed away the next few minutes which seemed like hours and fell asleep.


I felt a hard dig in the ribs and came out of my reverie. Becca had sunk her elbow into my softer side. We had all gained some weight since high school. Everybody does and those who don’t are probably taking pills or injections from their doctors or some back-alley gym. I was pleased to see that Becca was not exempt.

I always had thought of her as too petite, despite our being the same height. She inched closer to me on the couch and reached forward to grab at the bowl of chips that was overflowing.

“I’ll have some if you will,” she grinned passing the bowl across my belly, willing it to stay there on its own.

I grabbed the bowl with my free hand and we fed each other.

I wasn’t worried about her family walking into the side-room to discover us, and apparently nor was she. Her family holiday get-togethers always allowed for couples to sneak off for some gratifying behavior without incident. Hooray for rich folk and their big houses with so many rooms they forget which ones they haven’t been in since last holiday.

“I’m glad I don’t eat like this all the time,” I remarked, sighing loudly and watching my own belly distend against the chip bowl.

Becca took the bait and placed a hand against my stomach and felt how tight it was.

“You sure about that?” she said, raising an eyebrow and brushing a comma of red-brown hair out of her eyes. I put my fingers in her hair and stroked her while she lifted up my shirt and my exposed belly.

I smiled inwardly at the guilty pleasure that stood before me. I had become transfixed with food recently and my weight had shot up. Becca was the only one who commented playfully about my weight gain that was evident from my Facebook photos through private messages.

I knew she was interested by the glint of excitement that betrayed her face as she helped take off my sweater. I moved forward and Becca repositioned herself so that she now sat on my lap, her feet tucked behind her and her body crushing down painfully against my lower body. It was heaven.

She unbuttoned my shirt with care and helped me out of it, lovingly.

“My, my. You have gotten soft haven’t you,” she said as she bent forward and kissed my chest, leaving hot little breath marks on each of my nipples.

She leant in further and our lips met, and tiny little fireworks went off in my head. She must have felt them too, for a wondering hand found my belt buckle and tugged in mock-angry protest.

I sat her back and reciprocated by unbuttoning her top. Her face was flustered, her hair askew, but she did not protest as with one final button, her soggy midriff was finally revealed.

She shrugged out of her top and reached behind to unclasp her bra as my hands wandered all along her paunchy belly. Her love handles spilled innocently over the edges of her jeans and her navel ring looked in danger of being swallowed by the two folds of belly fat that creased her middle.

Her breasts had grown, too, and shone with health as I brought a hand to each and began to fondle them. Her nipples went hard, and she gasped inwardly as our mouths met once more.

I could feel the heat coming off Beccas’ body and could feel her begin to perspire. I began to feel the same way.

She got up off my lower half and sauntered towards the open door and closed it with a soft click and dimmed the lights.

Mesmerized, I watched the whole action like it was in slow motion. My eyes captured every jiggle and bounce as her heavier body moved through space. I didn’t know women as beautiful as her could really move like that.

I stood up painfully and shifted the coffee table so that Becca could now stand before me. She unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down.

“You’ve got a nice round bum,” she said playfully as she reached her hands underneath the cloth of my boxers and grasped me firmly.

“I could say the same about you,” I lied, having not had the pleasure yet of undressing her.

She removed her hands and spun around. I let my hands rest deftly on her shoulders. Stepping forward I pressed my body into hers. My swollen, over-fed belly melding gracefully into the small of her arched back.

Becca did not protest as my hands wandered from her shoulders around to breasts, then to her belly. Her firm, bloated belly. She arched her back so that her soft, fleshy bum pressed firmly against my hardened member. She let out another sigh and began gyrating her fleshy hips into mine, urging me to make haste.

I let my eager hands go to her sealed jeans and dug a thumb and forefinger into her fleshy middle and with a minor struggle, her button was free. The rest became automatic as the zipper slid down.

She shrugged daintily out of the tops of her jeans, but they got stuck on her backside, beginning to take her underwear with her. We both laughed.

“Mind giving a gal a hand?” she said, waggling her hips. I dug my hands between the fabric to hold up her panties as she slid the jeans down and kicked them off, while I massaged her from behind. I caught the faint tang of animal warmth in the air and knew that it must be her.

She spun around and we embraced once more, bellies touching and hands wandering.

I let my hand fall towards her sex and began petting the cotton of her panties. I could detect a dampness and knew that she was nearly ready.

Almost automatically, I reached a hand inside the tops of her panties and was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a patch of fur that had not been there from our time spent on the beach.

I grinned and kissed her and felt her grin, too.

She moaned softly as we stood there and pulled her face away as I let two wandering fingers enter her sex. She let her hands fall to my waist and with slightly jerky fingers, managed to tug my slightly snug boxers down. My member sprang forward, and I could feel the pre-cum against the side of my leg. Our mouths met yet again, and she reached forward and began to rhythmically pump me.

This time it was my turn to gasp and she began varying her rhythm and speed. Tugging, pulling, slowing down then speeding up.

It seemed natural as our bodies, tiring of standing, found salvation on the couch. Becca sat atop me and reached her hands back to brush her hair out of her now flushed face. Although it was dim in the room, I could tell her eyes were fiery and lips were wanton. I gazed across at her, her sex now resting against mine, a wet patch now signaling my invitation. Her belly looked even more impressive now that she was sitting again. It inched forward against her panties, which formed an endearing “U” shape to accommodate her bulk.

Without words, she took me in one hand and raised herself up a few inches. I pulled her panties to one side and felt her warmth against mine.

Now I stared, transfixed as he rose and fell against my hard steel and once again, I found myself watching life go by in slow motion.

Her belly quivered and shook, her breasts heaving as she rode me. I found myself erotically supercharged as I noted with affection, my own bulging belly jiggle rhythmically.

Becca bent forward and gasped, “I don’t want this to end,” and I could tell she was fatiguing. Resting her upper body against mine, our bellies met, and curtains of her sweet-smelling hair draped over my face.
Both of us now panting and focusing on the task at hand, I let my hands wander to her backside. Becca still rose and fell against me, but now she needed help that only I could supply. Cupping her, I let my hands sink into her flesh and rhythmically lift and lower her all the while, letting my fingers wander towards her forbidden sex.

“Oh yes,” she breathed as I let one finger trespass against, then penetrate her anus. She puckered, then released, as if now recognizing yet another friend as I inched slowly deeper and deeper into her.

Becca began to writhe and grind against my sex and I sensed that she was coming to her climax, if not already enjoying multiple waves of delicious oblivion.

“I want to cum on your belly,” I rasped, finding my voice after what seemed like years of disuse.

“Are you close?” she breathed, slowing down.

I acquiesced and she slid off my member. I sat back against the arm of the couch, legs spread, while Becca knelt before me. Her eyes took in my swollen form. She reached for me and began stroking. We both noticed my belly jiggling with each pulse of her eager hand.

She could tell I was close even before I did, as she repositioned herself and held me at attention.

Five bursts of hot liquid landed with exquisite accuracy on Becca’s swollen stomach. I could feel myself pumping as if there were more to follow, but both of us were content with the result.

Wordlessly, Becca continued stroking me while I focused on breathing. Once I was soft, she brought a hand to her mouth and licked off the remnants of my seed and smiled roguishly.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” whispered Becca several minutes later as we lay spooning on the too cramped couch that neither of us took any notice of.

“That’s not the only thing that grows…” I said, tracing a hand along her curves as we continued to gaze at one another, letting our hands wander as we cuddled the night away.

-THE END-

Author's Note:
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