A Piece of Cake
By Catalina

I wasn't planning on it; it just sort of happened. I had returned home from a long day of running around and was looking forward to a hot bath, complete with candles and soft music. I was about to slip out of my jeans -- which were feeling quite snug, more so than yesterday, I noted -- when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I discovered my neighbor, Jo, an older woman who enjoys doing nice things for me. In her hands was a freshly baked Chocolate Cake. “Just for you!” she exclaimed. It was a most impressive cake: large and round, covered with thick, creamy chocolate icing and topped with beautiful swirls. She told me that the inside was layered with strawberry cream, then proceeded to inform me that it was quite rich and very fattening, “One slice will go a long way!” I smiled at her while thinking, Wanna BET? I thanked her with a hug - careful not to disturb the cake - then brought it inside and placed it on the table.

I sat down for a while, mesmerized by the cake; I was lost in its dreaminess ... and thinking of you. I remembered the things we had done together with a cake not all that dissimilar from the one I was looking at now, and while doing this I started to get that familiar tingling in my tummy … and between my legs. I went into my bedroom and located what we had affectionately referred to as our “F.A.” - Feeding Apparel. As I wriggled into the black lace body suit, I noticed that it, too, felt a little more snug, just like my jeans. I enjoyed the way it clung to my body, enhancing my contours and curves: full breasts, soft waist, rounded tummy, shapely hips, fleshy thighs and ample butt … and what made it even better was the knowledge that in an hour or two, my body would grow to be even fuller and softer … stretching the black lace a bit more. I smiled.

I gathered together a candle, a large knife, a fork and a small plate, just as you had done. I made my way to our "special" wall, then lit the candle, turned off the lights and sat cross-legged on the floor with my back pressed up against it. I sliced myself a small piece of the large cake and placed it on the plate, then with the fork I scooped up a small bite, savoring the thick, smooth, rich chocolate icing as it melted in my mouth - the strawberry cream filling oozing out from between the layers; I could taste the “fattening-ness” of it. I proceeded to scoop another bite onto the fork. This time, however, I notice that I'm suddenly feeling very hungry, so I make this bite a really BIG one, wondering if all of it would fit into my mouth. I close my eyes and imagine it's you feeding me. Oops, there's that tingling feeling again …

I imagine you bringing the fork to my mouth, all the while encouraging me to open wider … it's a very big bite. I comply willingly. I imagine you kissing me, licking the icing from the corners of my mouth (and that little bit that made its way down my chin to my breasts). I want more. More kissing. More licking. More cake ...

I'm already feeling fuller, and I find my hand drifting down to massage my tummy; I like how round and soft it feels. I look up at you and notice how pleased you are upon seeing my blossoming belly. You look at me while saying, “You're doing such a good job; you're such a good girl. I know you can eat more.” I'm very full and try and shake my head no, but then you begin rubbing my tummy - all the while whispering sweet words of encouragement - and before long I'm ready for more.

I'm so relaxed now, and I allow you to completely take care of and pamper me. How can I say no? Why would I WANT to? You feed me another bite, and another one after that. With the next bite, however, you put the fork down and pick up a piece of cake with your hands and begin to hand-feed me, bite by delectable bite. As you're doing this I find myself more and more excited; this is all so erotic. I begin slowly kissing the icing on your fingers, gently sucking and licking it off of each of them, one by one. As I'm doing this I realize just how full my tummy - and the rest of my body - is becoming, and I'm really turned on; I look up at you and realize you're feeling the same …

When I glance at the cake I'm shocked to discover that I've eaten over half of it. By myself! No wonder I feel so full! As I'm thinking this I could swear that my black lace is getting tighter … and I know that my Levis will no WAY fit me in the morning; they were already tight this afternoon! By this time I'm feeling so full that it's difficult to breath. I'm wishing you were here to help me get up, as it seems nearly impossible to do by myself. I'm still sitting with my back against the wall as I bring my knees up towards my chest. As I do this, I look down at my belly; it's so big and round. I don't think I've ever seen it this full before. I'd swear that my hips and thighs have grown as well ...

I gently begin massaging my tummy, using both of my hands to do so. I close my eyes and imagine that it's you rubbing me, reaching around me from behind. I can hear you whisper, “Honey, I can barely reach around you; you're getting so FAT. I can barely touch my fingers together. I've been feeding you so much lately that I think we're going to have to buy you some new jeans. Again. And we just bought you new clothes last WEEK.”

Reflecting over the past week, I begin to wonder ... Was it the Lasagna with extra cheese? The Pizzas and the Hot Fudge Sundaes? Or perhaps the decadent Chocolate Éclairs we shared, or the ice cream cake the night before, or …

I then start to wonder what changes might occur to my body after one more week: my tummy would be larger and softer; my hips more rounded and squeezable; my thighs more thick and fleshy; and my breasts more heavy and full. Maybe a few new stretch marks, too … proof of how my body's filling out and expanding. As I ponder my potential pendulous pulchritude, I'm aware of how turned on I am and I find I'm touching myself. My body has begun a slow, sensual and rhythmic movement, all on its own. I massage my belly, still amazed at how round it is. I then bring my hands to my breasts; they feel fuller than they've ever been -- my nipples erect and tingling. I squeeze them gently at first, and then a bit harder. Perfect.

I then imagine that you are my hands, gliding down from my breasts over my round, soft tummy, down to my thick, fleshy thighs ... giving them a firm yet gentle squeeze. One of your hands caresses my tummy; the other makes its way down in between my legs. I'm so warm and wet, and with our fingers intermingled they slide into me, slowly at first … my hips rising up to meet the in-and-out movements our passion creates. Next I'm climbing on top of you, enjoying the view of you looking up at me. You are now better able to see how round and soft my tummy is, and that crease you like so much - that beautiful place where my belly and hips come together - is in full view. You're not sure what to fondle first: My supple thighs? My round, soft and squeezable belly? My full breasts that hang down so naturally? Or maybe my fleshy arms. You realize that each of my body parts is bigger, softer and rounder than before … perhaps even rounder than yours. What a turn-on.

You then have me lay on top of you, allowing you feel all of me covering all of you. It's so warm. So soft. So sexy. And because my belly's so round and full, you notice that I'm a little higher up than before. At this point you are incredibly excited. I feel it. I feel you. You must be inside of me. Now. In the beginning I straddle you; I'm so warm, tight and wet. We begin our movements together. Slowly at first then gaining in speed and intensity. Our eyes connect and the power of this moment takes my breath away. I'm touching myself as I'm riding you when I reach the point at which I can wait no longer. I close my eyes and my entire body feels as if it's melting from the inside; I can barely remain sitting up. It's as if all of my energy has been drained, yet I feel strangely energized. I lie down on top of you in an attempt to catch my breath and return to earth…

You turn me over and now it is you who is on top of me -- my body spread out beneath you on either side. You grab hold of my hips; they're soft, squeezable and fleshy. My ass feels the same; there's so much to hold onto. Then you reach for my tummy; it's soft, sexy, squishy and fat. Your rhythm inside of me, at first very slow, has now become faster and harder, harder and faster, until you can no longer hold back. You grab me with all of your remaining strength as I wrap my arms around you, holding you, as you explode inside of me. Though you feel drained, you are renewed ... for it is in the releasing of energy that one becomes energized.

I open my eyes and look around, and ... you're not here. A feeling of sadness sets in; it was all a fantasy. An incredible fantasy, thanks to my wonderful neighbor, Jo, her fantastic chocolate cake and my thoughts of you. I blow out the candle, turn off the lights and go to bed …dreaming of the day we can once again share in this real life fantasy together.