She walked in to the bedroom looking like a dream. She was
eating a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream with hot fudge
topping. This seemed like an impossibility considering the
three large pizzas that had earlier disappeared into her
ever hungry belly. She took a large spoonful of ice cream
and popped it into her mouth. As she swirled the melting
morsel around her mouth she closed her eyes in the ecstasy
of the moment.
Sitting on the bed I looked up at her. She was a
vision of loveliness. The blonde hair that spilled down from
her head had silver highlights from the long afternoons she
had spent munching in the pool. He face was that of an
angel. One only need visualize her with wings and you had
one of Michelangelo cherubs from the Sistine Chapel. But
any thought of this beauty flying was ridiculous. The
angelic face was quite round and surrounded by a gorgeous
double chin.
She stood there in the doorway in one of her most
devastating outfits. She stood there in 4" high heels that
boosted her up to 5'5". She was wearing a pair of cutoff
jeans that might have fit several months ago. But the past
few months of sitting on the chaise lounge by the pool and
stuffing her beautiful face with every gooey delicious
morsel she could get her hands on. Now they were just a
deep breath from exploding. Her chubby thighs seemed to
burst from the too tight confines of the shorts. The had
grown so much that they now touched all the way down to her
sexy little knees.
Her belly overflowed a waistband that could no longer
be brought together. This combined with the three inches of
love handles that spilled over the sides of her shorts made
the small shorts look even more minuscule. Her right hand
caressed her bulging belly that was now distended with a
huge meal and almost all of her dessert. The hand traveled
up to where her delicious breasts sagged down to her belly.
The halter top the tried in vain to contain them must have
fit once. But now they had grow so pendulous that they
overflowed the cups both over the tops and gushing out the
bottoms. The sizable weight of her boobs made the straps of
her top cut into her soft fleshy shoulders.
She had finished the enormous bowl of frozen treat and
was licking the remains from the bowl. As she did so a
dollop of chocolate dripped from her bowl and landed on her
right breast. She smiled as she used a finger to wipe the
offending treat from her bulging boob. She then sucked the
finger slowing into her mouth until the last knuckle was at
her red pouting lips. Then she slowly pulled it back out as
she closed her eyes. When the finger came free of her
sucking mouth she slowly licked the finger clean.
"M-m-m-m, that was good." She drawled in her southern
accent. She began to waddle toward the bed. The months of
gorging and her high heels made a normal walk a thing of the
past. With some effort she knelt at my feet, she had a
devilishly evil smile on her face. She looked at my erect
manhood and smiled. "Now that the meal is over what about
some dessert!"
With that her hand came up with the whipped cream can,
the rest of the evening is a blur.
by Bruce Powell