An Evening Shared
By Built4com4t
you are at the point of bursting. leaned back and your eyes are closed. your stomach is huge. my large, gentle hand rests on its top. it rises as you breathe. you now feel a second hand side by side with the first. my rough tongue circles your navel, my fingers testing the softness of the surrounding fat. then suddenly you are unconfined, unbuttoned, free ...and you are overcome. time blurs. you realize you're in the shower. i am behind you, soaping you. the steam is thick, and the heat makes your belly rise...swelling like new dough and it is full beneath your breast line...now bulging out on the side...each little pocket inside of you is full.
i push you forward slightly, your hands on the warm tile wall. you feel my hands trace your hips either side and slip under your belly. your breasts sag like heavy plums as your belly kisses your thighs. you sigh at the feelings.
i make you arch your back slightly so your belly lifts. you can feel my fingers tracing deep underneath all along where your flesh folds over and my fingers sink into your softness...as i lift it...and caress it. the water rolling down your enormous front...dripping off you...as i soap your breasts.
you can feel my fat softly press against your back. from behind i lift your abdomen gently and then lower it. Lift it and lower it, balancing it in my hands, liking the new heaviness.
and the feel of my plumpened flesh against you...you ache to touch me...yet you are in such a dream like state, you arch your back further and beg for more.
your breasts seem larger than ever before, they are miniature versions of your glorious belly but tipped with hardened points, begging for a warm mouth and tongue to encircle them.
i am growing hard and back away as not to distract you. i work each breast alternately from its base to the tip, each slick with warm, soapy water.
you turn in my arms, a smooth, round globe of fat, all your senses riveted on your breasts and swaying stomach. our bellies slip across one another.
your eyes are closed and i kiss you briefly, but strongly, my tongue darting between your lips. then my warm breath is on your neck, and then to your chest as my lips begin working again each full breast. all wet...all soft and all plump.
while i suckle and mouth each breast, my hands slip down your sides and again cradle your tight and swollen tummy. i can wait no longer. i rinse you quickly and as the steam clears i towel off the mirror and position you sideways so you can see what i have done to you. i begin towelling you off paying attention to every crevice, every fold. you are mesmerized by your reflection...amazed at the proportions that i fed you to. you are overwhelmed, by your reflection as well as my fingers...everywhere, probing the depths of your fatness, noting a new thickness all over. i am pleased.
when dry, i pull a full tray of your favorite treats close to hand and encourage you to begin filling yourself once again. the room quiet...your feeding intimate and slow. i grunt slightly as i get to my knees to gauge your ever-deepening overhang.
it is larger than last weekend. i smile and nip it with my teeth. You have consumed the entire tray and are beginning to pant slightly. i support you carefully as we move to the bedroom, one arm around your back, the other cradling your now tightly stretched belly. you walk with heavy steps...stopping and helping me steady your swaying belly for comfort...sighing and yet...whimpering
i lower you to the bed and, on my knees beside you, i watch how your belly spreads into your lap. i am amazed it its growth. you wince from the sudden pressure.
noting your distress i push your legs apart to allow your belly room to slip between them. the feel of your belly between your sensitive thighs leaves you breathless. i massage your neck and shoulders, then allow you to lean back against the huge pile of satin pillows. their coolness is soothing to your overheated and over-stretched body. the mountain of your belly rises up before you...so erotic, so overwhelming.
as your belly mound slides toward me, i part your legs again so you can again feel it between your thighs and you overcome by the intensity of it all. your breasts fuller and riper than ever, you lie there...panting...and feeling that beautiful erotic pain of fullness.
i pull you up and gently push you to your hands and knees. i brace you with pillows and pull your knees back so your belly hangs free.
you are nervous, but willing, and enjoy the heavy feeling as it hangs and swings beneath you. you fear i will slide a measuring tape around you, to mark your growth...you are terrified, yet supremely excited.
i calm you. i stroke your distended sides paying particular attention to the underbelly, now hanging almost vertically in front of your pubic area. it is my favorite spot. it is like a soft wall of fattened flesh, my fingers sink into it gently as i probe and loosen the underlying muscles.
you feel me at your right hip alternating working from the side and between your legs. my head is close so i can see and touch with my lips the texture of your skin. the odour of your recent bathing lingers. my fingers continue their deep exploration, moving higher and higher up your underbelly to where your belly leaves your body. there i massage, coaxing your abdominal muscles to relax and to let your belly drop even more.
you are totally relaxed. you've never felt your abdomen so large before, nor your breasts so large and full. all you can feel is my hands and your stretching skin. your mind is focused only on the feel of them.
you beg me... ”feed me again.” i listen but don't answer.
all sounds disappear except our breathing. you hear a rustle of fabric and then the cool slick surface of my measuring tape as i begin to gauge your progress. you hear my startled intake of breath.
you feel my hands on your upper belly. i am testing how fast your stomach is emptying into your intestines. yes, it is time for another feeding, i can feel you softening. i can see your lower abdomen has distended further than i have seen it before. but how do i feed you and keep you relaxed? i sit next to you rubbing the small of your back as i think. i watch you moan and writhe with the pleasure of your own thoughts...touching your belly...holding it...stroking it...widening your legs to let it snuggle between them.
maybe i should wait. though i am incredibly aroused and harder than i can remember being at the sight of you. you are fabulously beautiful, grossly gorged and gently writhing next to me. but i decide I'll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.
your capacity is staggering; you collapse back onto the cool pillows again completely full. every inch of you is full of fattening food. you are moaning softly as i lower you to your side, your belly spilling out on the bed next to you. you are not in discomfort, but you are fuller and heavier than you have ever been. such sweet fullness.
i oil this soft protuberance, pulling and stretching and soothing it. you sigh with pleasure, it is like a live thing, pulsing with every breath you take. yet you are detached from it, amazed at it, you can't keep your hands off it. you beg me to take pictures of you distended, full.
no, i say, soon i will make it larger. soon it will become your only reason for existence. your world will collapse into a small focus only on it and only the sensation of it being continually stretched.
but you hold me, want me to make love to you. you are so ready for it, dying for it. you want me to cradle against you, slow...and sensual. you want me to lean into you...and part you from behind, and holding your belly, move into you slowly...very slowly.
i consider...the temptation is immense. i would tease your beckoning and moist underlips with my hardness and then slip into you deeply, holding there for an instant and then withdrawing to tease you again. from behind, my belly resting on the small of your back, my hands slipping down the sides of your belly and below it, massaging as i enter you. how glorious it would be.
no. not tonight...you must rest. and fatten for me.
perhaps when you are larger. fuller.
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