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I reached into my closet and pulled out this old gem of an outfit. I wore it to Ren Fest a double times, as a belly dancing outfit. It's only more appropriate now that I've got this big, wobbly gut. And what better way to capture all that wonderful jiggle than in slooowww moootionnn? 😄 You can see all that as soon as my next video goes live. Plenty of other content from my weekend of binging coming up. Hope you're all having a great weekend.

Belly loves bath time ❤️

My bloated belly in the car today 😘

Love looking like a piggy. Stuffed myself again

For the longest time I struggled to gain weight in my ass. I had a flat booty and a big belly. But now this booty is finally catching up to belly ❤️

My god is she a blimp!

Getting so round 😲 All those recent late night meals and eating whatever sweets i want has really made my belly expand i used to be able to feel my hip bones but now they're covered with a thick layer of chubby fat 🐽

#207lbs

FLASH SALE! I've gotten too FAT for my favorite summer outfit! If you haven't checked out this clip yet, now is your chance! Was $6.99 Now $3.99! Only for the next 24 hours

BF update Right now we're on vacation house sitting his parents house for the week. Being in a smaller, sleepier town has encouraged a lot less moving and a lot more eating. So far my boyfriend has made giant dinners for us every night, with the initial intention of having lots of left overs 😉 Pasta with heavy cream sauces, baked potatoes, and garlic bread or pizza on the side. There's been some leftovers but not as much as we originally intended, both of us piling our multiple plates with mountains of pasta and potatoes. He usually has a couple beers along with his meal while i stick to seltzer water or wine. By the end of our feasting we're so fatigued with stuffed bellies that we instantly go to the bedroom and pass out 😂 Having already done multiple nights of this i can feel the fat packing on all over my body pretty quickly. So far he hasn't mentioned anything about my recent drastic gain but has been enjoying my much larger butt and thighs 😘 I've been enjoying my growing pot belly. I find myself constantly touching and rubbing it. I used to be able to hide it in most of my clothes but now most of my clothes don't even fit anymore!

My apologies to bump this thread, but here a few recent videos from her YouTube page:

So I wanted to record a McDonald’s stuffing but my roommate (😒) came home early so I decided to take pics instead. Hope you like them!

🐷NEW VIDEO🐽

Love this dress I made, but can't wear it in public anymore because the zipper won't close, need to find old pics of this dress for a before and after post, love to see my progress💜👻

Looking back at my relationship, my boyfriends always fed me well but i would restrict my portions or make my own salad to eat rather than the pizza and mac&cheese he made. But since i started just giving in and indulging this past year and eating all the food he makes for us, i've really just started to notice what it's done to my body. Just this past week i've gained 4 lbs. I can feel my belly getting heavier and my thighs getting thicker. I'm pretty amazed at how much i've gained and i don't plan on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Everyone loves a good BEFORE and AFTER so i'll keep going cause i have a lot of them 😘 (Most of these will be a year apart) 2018 2019

So it turns out there is a reason my wife was putting on weight! she is now 13 weeks pregnant and getting big!!!

Happy Sunday! 🥰

Loey Lane is practically evolving into a Tess-Holliday type Pokemon.

Starting this forum to celebrate all the sexy ladies on here who love their bodies and want to talk about it and show it off! 1. Share your favorite pic of your sexy self 2. Explain why you love your curvy body, ei. What's your favorite plump body part? Why you like gaining? What makes you feel sexy 😘 *This is not a contest for sexiest pic, just a place to express some self love ❤️ These are a couple of my favorite photos of me because when i got this suit at my skinniest (130lbs) i hated the way i looked in it because i thought i looked "too fat". Now at my heaviest (164lbs) i think i fill it out nicely. I also love my thick thighs and part of my belly poking out of it when sit or stand.

hello! i just posted my 3rd ever video and it's my first stuffing video. below i've posted some stills from the video. if you'd like to see me pig out on mcdonalds, check it out. ❤️❤️ please tell me how huuuge i am getting!

Hahahaha when it comes to being a feeder, isn't an evil feeder sometimes a good feeder? 😏

FLASH SALE! Only 12 hours left to watch my fat ass struggle into some tight shorts at a reduced price 😉 Was $6.99 NOW $3.99!

Haha I can still fit...for now 😏

Love how big my belly is getting

I've drawn her as Sabrina the Teenage Witch based on the infamous pancake episode. I have a topless version coming to ** soon.

HAVE YOU EVER LOVED YOUR TUMMY SO MUCH ... you tattooed it 🥰 I’ve always loved my body .... at every stage. It is the most expensive thing I’ll ever own. All the feeding, the body moisturizing, the facials, the endless physical therapy for a torn rotator cuff, rehab for my knee, and the endless clothes shopping as I grow! Its self investment. I got this tattoo three years ago and it is my most favorite one!

Just waiting the approval! 🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮🌮

Sorry for the delay. We are back! Chapter 7- Through Thick and Thin Stepping out of the comfortably climate-controlled house and onto the back patio, Paul grimaced once he felt the heat of the warm winter sun. It was so dry even the yard looked parched. His eyes lingered on the inviting allure of the modestly sized in-ground pool. He wanted nothing more than to jump in and cool off, but unfortunately his attention had to turn to something else.. The task at hand he’d unwittingly volunteered for. It was Claire’s mother, Shari, who had said that there was nothing quite like the barbecued taste of hot dogs and burgers cooked over a charcoal grill. And Paul had wholeheartedly agreed with the plump hairdresser. He’d been trying to earn some brownie points with Shari after his lukewarm first impression with her the night before. He’d wanted to ensure that both of Claire’s parents liked him and, while things had not gone poorly, they had not gone as he’d hoped. After a few hours waiting in the local airport, Paul’s trip consisted of sitting squished on a plane for four hours and 21 minutes between the fitness-crazed girl he loved to pieces, and the portly-figured feedee he stuffed to the gills with all manner of unhealthy food whenever he got the chance. Claire and Emma were quite the pair, and juggling their attention, and affection, was as exhausting as it was rewarding. He enjoyed cuddling with Claire and letting her sleep on his shoulder, just as much as he loved sneak-feeding Emma airplane peanuts. After they’d gotten off the plane in Arizona and enjoyed some food at the airport, the trio grabbed their luggage and got an uber driver to drop them off at the Irving family residence in the suburbs of Phoenix. The welcome had been mixed. Shari, and Claire’s father, Dan, were both ecstatic to see Claire after so much time. It was obvious that Shari looked strikingly similar to Claire but was heavier all around. The plump mother was a hairdresser by trade and very polite. Conversely looking at Dan, Paul could see more of him in Emma than Shari. He had a rougher stern look, but it was kind of what he’d expected considering the man was a prison warden. Dan was blunt, not politically correct, and apparently not very well mannered. It was painfully apparent which parent Emma took after. Paul was given a token introduction but was quickly ignored once Emma finally finished waddling her way from the car to the house. Watching the eyes of Claire’s parents widen with horrific surprise at the size their oldest daughter had grown and seeing Emma’s embarrassed reaction, produced an odd feeling within Paul. On the one hand, it was exciting to see Emma so genuinely embarrassed and vulnerable in front of people she cared about, but on the other, Paul felt guilty for the part he played in expanding Emma’s bulk. Paul had never seen Emma cry before, but he watched her quickly burst into tears at the sight of her father. This was the first time Emma had seen her parents since her big break up and she’d warned him she might cry. To Paul’s surprise, it was Dan, not Shari, who consoled Emma the most. As Claire and Shari went off to the kitchen, Dan and Emma quickly isolated themselves and began what appeared to be a serious conversation. Paul wanted to eavesdrop but had to bring the girls’ various bags to their respective rooms. Claire’s childhood room appeared just as feminine and girly as he’d pictured it in his head. There were more stuffed animals and dolls than he could count, the carpet was pink, the queen-sized bed was pink, even the lampshades were pink. It was liked he’d stepped inside Claire’s brain. Then he went downstairs to grab Emma’s bags. As he walked by, he tried to see what Emma was talking about with her father. From what Paul could observe, while he slowly picked up Emma’s luggage, was that the conversation seemed to involve her father consoling her about the breakup. Making it to Emma’s room, Paul was surprised by what he saw, but maybe he shouldn’t have been. As feminine and girly as Claire’s room had been, Emma’s room appeared staunchly spunkier. The carpet and wallpaper of the room were solidly dark blue, on the far wall was just a small twin sized bed, the walls were covered with posters of various bands Emma was a fan of and inside her small closet Paul noticed she had a ton of trophies from soccer and softball, as well as a few photo albums. Evidently, Emma had been quite the athlete in high school. The young woman in the pictures looked like a completely different person compared to the tubby feedee she’d become. He would love to see how she faired at her sports now that her physique reflected the fattening lifestyle she’d committed to. Needing to take a moment and calm himself, Paul waited at the top of the stairs before rejoining the family. While he was up there, he overheard that the tone, of the conversation Emma was having with her father, had changed. Dan had gone from consoling her, to chastising her over the obvious weight problem she’d developed along with her choice to quit her profitable accounting job. Paul could partly understand Dan’s shock. It must have been jarring for him to see his oldest daughter’s face sporting such fat cheeks and a thick double chin. Since its softening, Emma’s chubbier face almost made her look slightly younger, but that wasn’t the most striking change in Emma’s figure, no part of her formally fit body had been spared the wrath of her gluttony or Paul’s appetite for forcing food down her throat. Emma’s chubby legs looked like sausages squeezed tightly into a new pair of jeans. Her thick belly rolls formed a pronounced muffin top above the waistband of her jeans and caused her inadequate t-shirt to ride up embarrassingly. From the amount of volume her breasts had added since her body had entered an extended state of calorific surplus, it wouldn’t be wrong for one to incorrectly assume she might have received a boob job. Paul had wanted to talk to Emma about her lengthy conversation with her father, but the moment never arose. Paul rejoined Claire and Shari nearly an hour before Dan and Emma did the same. By then, the night was too late, and everyone went to bed. In the morning Paul had wanted to talk to Emma, but she was nowhere to be found. He found out from Shari that Emma had gone on a bike ride with her father before he woke up. Around noon, father and exhausted overweight daughter returned from their quality time and Emma promptly took a shower followed by a lengthy nap. Paul planned on trying to squeeze in some time later in the day, away from Claire, where he could check on Emma. He’d let her rest up and then he’d see how she was holding up. In the meantime, Paul decided to try and make a better impression with Claire’s parents. Hence the situation he’d gotten himself into now, with the stupid dirty grill he was trying to clean. It looked like the Irving family grill hadn’t been cleaned in months, and worse, it smelled like it too. As he continued cleaning, Paul had to admit that he was less than thrilled Claire’s mom had asked him to do this on such a harshly hot winter day. But what choice did he have? He’d offered his service and this menial chore was his responsibility. He thought this was going to be a five-minute job, ten tops. Yet, even as he pressed as hard as he could, it seemed like the layers of hardened grease would not succumb to his efforts to cleanse it. After 15 minutes of scrubbing Paul was sweating like a pig. For the first time in his life, Paul knew what an 83-degree winter day felt like. Thanks a lot Arizona. In his annoyance, Paul mused that there was indeed something much better than the taste of char-grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.. watching Emma stuff her overfed body with them until she was too full to move. Dinner could not come soon enough. It was the only pleasing thought giving him the strength to continue to scrub the grill clean. He only wished that he had more time to feed Emma recently. Since Claire’s semester had ended a few weeks ago, the only time he’d gotten to tend to his feedee’s considerable hunger was when Claire left his apartment to go to the gym. For Paul, this was troubling in many ways. Claire had gotten into the habit of attending the gym twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon. While this meant that Paul got extra time to feed Emma, it also meant that Claire was sculpting her body even more diligently and trimming what little fat remained on her bottom-heavy frame. Part of Paul struggled to believe Claire was spending all that time away from his apartment exercising, if it was anybody else, he’d suspect her of possibly seeing someone else, but it was Claire. He knew she’d never do something like that. Even with Claire’s expansive gym hobby, Paul and Emma still had considerably less time for stuffings and personal feedings compared to when Claire had been in the fall semester. The most obvious evidence of that fact was that Emma had only managed to put on another 10 pounds since Claire finished with finals. It was a reality neither Paul nor Emma was particular happy about, but they didn’t exactly have any choice. They were walking a fine line behind Claire’s back and neither of them wanted to disrupt the mutually satisfying status quo they’d struck with one another. Paul yearned to see what Emma’s belly looked like truly bloated to the extreme at her current size. He was so enthusiastic to give Emma a chance to overeat that he’d requested Shari make a couple extra hot dogs and burgers, for ‘him’ before he’d ventured outside to begin his labor cleaning the grill. Claire almost ruined his little plan by saying his eyes were bigger than his stomach and that he didn’t need to eat that much, but Paul saved it by blaming his ‘hunger’ on the long day of travel they’d endured the day before. The image of Emma gorged and helpless was suck in his head. Even after he finished his chore, it was all he could think about. It had really been too long since he’d spent enough quality time with his feedee. He missed indulging their mutual fantasy. Placing the scrubbed grill back into its proper place on the deck, Paul walked back into the house. On his way, Paul heard the TV on in the den. Heading away from the kitchen and toward the noise, Paul spotted his feedee awake and on the couch. Trying to hide some of his joy, Paul simply strolled up next to her. “Hey, mind if I join you for a minute.” Paul politely asked, as Emma’s eyes remained on the TV. She didn’t seem super happy to see him, but Paul couldn’t help giving her body a once over. For a change, she was wearing clothes that fit her surprisingly well. Some well-fitted pink colored khaki pants and a flowing white blouse. It was a conservative look for a girl that normally liked to show some skin. “It’s a free country.” Emma spoke a little coldly, as Paul plopped down on the couch right next to her. “What’s wrong? You okay?” Paul asked out of concern, while he eyed Emma’s side profile. She’d really grown quite large. Even though she was wearing far more flattering clothes than usual, he could still see the excess girth she carried. “My legs are killing me.” Emma pouted, as she turned her head and frowned at Paul. He watched with calculated interest, while her hands gently rubbed her thickened thighs for emphasis. She really did look like she was a little depressed, but damn did she look good in such tight pants. “Weren’t really in shape for a bike ride this morning, were you?” Paul gently teased in a subtle, but relaxed nature. The second he finished his thought; he could spy a smirk escape from the frown on Emma’s face. “You see this belly, right?” Emma played along, as both of her hands slapped against her white blouse and pressed against her round and fleshy gut, “My dad was taking it easy and I still couldn’t keep up with him.” “Um-hmm.” Paul hummed, as he couldn’t help but smile, “That’s hot.” “That I’m totally getting fat?” Emma pretended to innocently question. “Oh-yeah.” Paul nodded, while he leaned closer to her and whispered, “You hungry?” “Very.” Emma whispered seductively right back at him, while her eyes lingered on his own. She could feel his yearning breath gliding off the skin of her neck. She liked it when Paul looked at her like that. “Good, because I convinced your mom to cook extra food.” Paul proudly admitted, as he leaned back to his regular position. “Did you now?? Good. Cuz.. you know.. my belly is always hungry.” Emma happily squeaked, as her attention turned downward and her hands began playing with the big belly under her blouse, “I bet you wanna give it a squeeze right now.” “I do.” Paul grinned, while he couldn’t help but wonder, “Where’d you get those clothes?” “I raided Laura’s closet.” Emma frankly admitted without a hint of remorse. “She’s as big as you are?” Paul wondered in surprise, as he tried to recall what the ‘middle’ sister looked like from the photo’s Claire had showed him. “She was when she was in high school. She lost a little weight since she graduated college last year, but not very much.” Emma hummed, as she caught on to the subtext of Paul’s interest and decided to encourage him, “You know.. she’s a natural foodie. With a little.. encouragement.. I bet we could get her to pack the weight back on in no time.” “What time is she getting here again?” Paul asked rather quickly. From the enthusiasm in his voice, Emma could tell her words had peeked his excitement. “Haha, gosh, you’ve got a hard-on for the whole family, don’t you?” Emma teased, as Paul scrunched his face in response, and quickly looked over the back of the couch with worry. “Don’t talk so loud. Someone will hear you.” Paul reminded her, as she used her hands to tilt Paul’s face, so that he would look at her. “I found the most amazing swimsuit in Laura’s closet. You’re gonna cream your pants when you see me in it..” Emma burst, as Paul used his hand to cover Emma’s loudmouth. “I said not so loud.” Paul quietly commanded to Emma, as she nodded obediently. Removing his hand from her mouth, he still wanted to make sure she got the message. So, Paul added, “Do you want your mom or dad hearing you say something like that?” “No..” Emma responded, as her tone seemed to shift toward a hint of sadness, “My dad would probably yell at me again if he saw me in Laura’s swimsuit anyway..” “What’s wrong?” Paul quickly asked, as he tilted his profile more toward Emma. She seemed to appreciate the attentive body language and looked like she was ready to open up about it. “Yesterday was just a lot with my dad and I don’t know how to feel about it.” Emma reluctantly admitted. She wasn’t always one to share her feelings, unless it was important to her. Paul tried to encourage her by showing the utmost reverence for what she was saying. “Tell me about it.” Paul voiced trying to be supportive. “I mean I’ve heard the same thing from Claire.. and even coworkers. It’s not what he said. It’s how he made me feel about myself.” Emma revealed, as she sensitively looked at Paul and seemed hesitant to keep eye contact, “I’ve been thinking.. Being a feedee is way harder than being a feeder.” “What are you talking about? That’s not true. I do all the work! You just sit on your ass and stuff your face.” Paul countered a bit harder than he intended. “I know I make overeating look easy, but trust me, it’s not. You don’t know what the stomach aches feel like.” Emma responded before assuming a less combative tone, “But that’s not even what I’m talking about.” “Then what are you saying?” Paul wondered trying to make sense of Emma’s odd behavior. “I don’t know.. I guess.. When people look at you, they think you’re normal. When they look at me, they figure something’s gone horribly wrong.” Emma solemnly spoke, as she motioned to her chunky midsection, “The evidence of our kinky fetish follows me everywhere I go. I can’t hide it like you can. Everyone thinks I’ve become a fat repulsive slob.” “I thought you.. liked that.” Paul responded, as he slowly reached out his arm and gave Emma’s flab a pinch under her blouse. Her eyes darted to his own with his touch. She clearly liked having his hands on her. “I mean.. the extra weight.. the heavy breathing.. the difficulty doing things that used to be easy.. that stuff is a big part of what makes this fetish fantasy so addicting for me. I’ve never felt so horny in my life.” Emma paused, as she placed her hand upon the one Paul was using to gently fondle her belly, “I think I was meant to be your naughty glutinous fat piggy. I can’t remember a time when I was happier with my body than I am right now. Completely letting myself go, has been freeing. The more my body expands, the more you force me to eat.. Mhh.. The more I love myself.” “Then what are you upset about?” Paul asked, as he felt good consoling Emma. It was rare she showed vulnerability like this. “I don’t know.. When my dad expressed how worried he was about me.. It just kinda dragged me back to reality. I mean, I’m literally altering my life to get off on gaining weight. And even though you are in this with me every step of the way, you’re not altering your life. So in that sense, what I’m doing.. what WE’RE doing to my body feels very lonely.” Emma admitted, as Paul honestly was at a loss for words. He totally understood what Emma was saying, but he’d never thought of their whole situation from her perspective. She had a point. Nobody judged him, nobody besides Emma even knew about his fetish. Claire didn’t even know. To Claire he was still some normal dude, but Emma knew the truth. Emma excepted him for who he truly was, and he excepted her the same way. But it wasn’t the same. Society never paid him a passing glance for the part he played in feeding Emma into obesity. All eyes were on her. “Are you saying you want me to alter my life in some way?” Paul questioned, as he tried to read Emma’s emotions. “Only when your girlfriend isn’t around.” Emma added innocently with a cute nod. “What do you want me to do?” Paul wanted to know. “If I’m going to keep doing this, and believe me, I really want to. I’m going to need more from you.” Emma emphasized with a little squeeze to Paul’s hand, “I want my belly to be more than your pet project. I want it to be the thing you care the most about when your girlfriend isn’t around. I want the little things. I want you to feel my weight.” Paul silently watched, transfixed, as Emma nudged him into a prone position on the couch and she began slowly crawling herself on top of him, “I want your eyes to judge me when I wear a shirt that clings too tightly to my stuffed stomach.” Paul could only quietly breath with excitement, as he felt more and more of Emma’s weight leverage itself on top of him, “When I grunt from exertion because moving around isn’t as easy as it used to be, I want you to draw my attention to it. I want to know just from the look in your eyes, that every pound I’m gaining is because of you.” Showing his compliance, Paul’s hands grasped Emma’s soft and rounded belly, just as she squished it against his own. Emma grinned, as she continued, “I want your hands on my belly more often, just like what you’re doing right now. I want it on me whenever you get the chance, not just after I’ve stuffed myself with a big meal.” With a small pause, Emma collapsed her weight upon Paul, and nearly nestled his face between her floppy breasts. Feeling Paul at her mercy, Emma hornily demanded, “And when I do eat for you, and my belly swells.. when I fatten up for you.. I want to be rewarded for my gluttony.” “O-okay.” Paul paused feeling painfully aroused by Emma’s seductive power move, yet equally guilty for the lust he was feeling for her. Was he really going along with this? Was there really no resistance left in him? The way Emma had said ‘rewarded’ sounded impulsively sexual. How far was he prepared to go to keep his feedee satisfied? Wait.. Maybe he was jumping the gun. He didn’t know what Emma meant by that. He needed clarification, but his excitement caused his voice to quiver, “Were you umm.. Ugh, what kind of..” “What’s wrong Paul? Fat got your tongue? Or is all my weight on top of you too much for you to handle?” Emma seductively purred, as she leaned on him and forced her breasts closer to his face again, “Are you listening? Or are you just imagining what it would feel like to motorboat my big tits? You know they’re only this big because of you right? If you didn’t keep me so well fed, I wouldn’t have such a bad weight problem.” Smiling infatuatedly, Emma’s hand gently found its way to Paul’s inner thigh, causing him to flinch beneath her. Voicing her excitement, Emma began, “You wanna know about rewards? For starters, I want to be in your head. I want you to share every perverse thought your beautiful mind thinks of me.” Leaned closer to Paul’s ear, Emma finished her thought with a whisper, “So tell me Paul. What are ya thinking about?” “I’m picturing you after a stuffing.” Paul whispered back, as he wrapped his arms around Emma’s sides, adjusted his hips toward the edge of the couch and then tilted himself upward at an angle. Emma’s weight caused her to slide into the couch and Paul used her momentum to squeeze out from under her, and then roll himself on top of her. Her eyes appeared wide and surprised by his actions, but excited he was taking charge. Not wanting to disappoint his feedee, his feeder persona took over, “You’ve eaten so much that you can’t sit up. I’m listening to those shallow breaths that you take between burps. I’m waiting for the next involuntary belch so I can watch how it makes your big belly jiggle.” “Ouh? I like-y” Emma obediently squeaked from beneath Paul, as she spread her legs so he could more comfortably lie on top of her belly, “Keep talking.” “I’ve been kneading your belly like dough for a few minutes, but you’re ready for more.” Paul continued painting his scene, “So I slightly lean over you and use my teeth to gently nibble on the softest part of your belly. As I tempt you, your breathing gets heavier.” “What do you do to me next?” Emma purred, as she wished Paul would act out the fantasy he was describing. “Suck hickey’s onto your fat belly.” Paul revealed, as Emma’s eyes light up and she let out a breath of surprised excitement. Paul continued, “I want to leave a mark on you, so people know your belly belongs to me.” “We should do that.” Emma grunted seeming desperately horny, “Let’s make it happen.” “Are you crazy? We’ll get caught.” Paul recoiled trying to let Emma know he’d only been playing along. “It’s not as crazy as that awkward bulge you’ve got going on down there.” Emma signaled with her eyes, as she gave Paul a little bump and suggestively questioned, “Is it for me?” “Yeah..” Paul admitted with a hint of reluctance. Emma liked to know she could get him going. Besides, he couldn’t exactly hide his attraction for her. “I can cover my belly with something, nobody has to know.” Emma implored him, as he realized she was still trying to get him to give her a hickey. Seeing Paul looked unconvinced, Emma continued, “Go on, nobody’s around. I want feel your teeth on my belly.” “I don’t know..” Paul responded unwilling to give in to his desires this time. “What’s-a-matter Paul?” Emma cooed in a teasing tone. Paul felt her nudge him with her hips, as she slyly added, “If anything’s gonna give us away it’s that thing in your pants you keep poking me with.” “Oh! I’m not trying to poke you. I didn’t realize you could.. Umm..” Paul nearly blushed from the flirtatious look Emma was giving him. “You thought I couldn’t feel it?” Emma asked, while she innocently tilted her head to the side. Paul was enamored with the look she was giving him, but he couldn’t find the words. He had words he wanted to say, but he knew he shouldn’t. “Can we sneak off to the bathroom right now and..” Emma began to vulnerably request, as she was forced to stop herself midsentence and listen to the voice which suddenly rang through the house. “Paul! I need your help!” Claire called from the kitchen, as Paul immediately got off Emma and sat upright on the couch. “Fuck.” Paul cursed to himself, as he desperately hoped to hide the visible personification of his attraction to Emma. Calling back a bit shakily, Paul responded, “One-minute honey!” “Tuck it in your waistband and pull your shirt down.” Emma hissed, as Paul did as she said. Emma watched, as Paul attempted to follow her directions. It seemed his shirt was a little too short. It hardly reached below the waistline of his pants. Trying to be helpful Emma muttered, “You need a bigger shirt.” “How am I supposed to get another one? They’re in Claire’s room. If I walk past the kitchen, she’ll see me.” Paul whispered in response, as Emma wobbled to her feet and came up with a new plan. “Go to the bathroom and do what you need to do. I’ll stall for you.” Emma offered, as she began a slow waddle toward the kitchen and Paul hurriedly hobbled into the nearest bathroom. Emma took her time while she cautiously approached the kitchen doorway. She could hear a flurry of activity before she was even able to view inside the spacious room. “Where is Paul?” Claire asked, as she eyed her big sister’s doughy body approaching the doorway into the kitchen. “Said he needed to use the bathroom really quick.” Emma hummed, as she stepped inside the kitchen and turned the line of questioning skillfully back on Claire and her mom, “What’s going on in here?” “Preparing dinner.” Sheri sweetly responded, as Emma noticed that the butchers block was a mess with various ingredients and cooking utensils. Besides some chicken, bacon, potatoes, hotdogs and ground beef, there was also stuff to make a pretty killer salad. “Wanna help?” Claire inquired sarcastically, as her hands dove deep into the bowl of ground beef she was mixing around. “Nah.. No thanks Claire-bear.” Emma answered knowingly. Claire was always mom’s little helper in the kitchen. Emma’s chores as a child always revolved around helping her dad with yardwork. “How was your bike ride with dad this morning Emma?” Shari cheerfully asked, while she continued cutting up lettuce. “Really fun. Loved it.” Emma nodded, as she felt her tight hamstrings and mentally cursed having to be subjected to exercise torture like that. For good measure, Emma decided to embellish her soreness a little bit, “Unfortunately, I think I pulled something so I’m not going to be able to go on another one.” “Hahaha..” Claire burst seeing through Emma’s boldface lie. It was laughable how lazy her oldest sister had become. “Oh, do you want to go to see a doctor?” Sheri asked with concern. “No, I think I’ll just let it heal naturally.” Emma continued. She was a little guilty her mom was so gullible, but she really didn’t want to have to subject herself to anymore exercise sessions. Right as she finished talking, she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. “What’s up?” Paul asked, as he entered the room and looked at Claire. He’d taken care of the situation he had going on because of Emma, now all he was worried about was satisfying whatever Claire wanted from him. “Can you scoop me some dip?” Claire politely asked, as she tilted her head toward the buffalo chicken dip on the kitchen table. “I’m hungry and my hands are dirty.” “No problem!” Paul enthusiastically answered jumping at the chance to get his fitness crazed girlfriend some food. He walked by Emma who seemed oddly interested in what he was doing and picked up the bag of chips on the table. “No, not with a chip! With the celery.” Claire clarified, as Paul put his hand into the bag of chips and scooped himself a nice portion of the dip. “Sure.” Paul responded, as he tasted the dip and put down the chips as he chewed. The dip tasted amazing. Paul looked to the plate of celery next to the dip and was quick to dip one. As he headed over to give it to Claire, he hummed, “Mhh! Great dip Shari!” “Why thank you Paul!” Shari happily smiled, as she turned to her youngest and cooed, “Claire, you have the sweetest boyfriend in the world!” “He could be worse.” Claire smiled, as she shrugged her shoulders. Paul shot her a playfully disappointed look, as he offered her the dip covered celery. Rather than user her words, Claire simply motioned that her hands were dirty and opened her mouth wide. Paul didn’t need any vocal commands for this. Claire wanted him to feed her the snack! Savoring this rare chance, Paul considerately brought the food to his girlfriend’s darling lips and savored the image of her chewing on what he was feeding her. Claire seemed to enjoy the snack and before she finished chewing Paul decided to speak. “You’re welcome.” Paul politely nodded, as he hoped beyond all hoped Claire would ask him to feed her more food. “Thank you. That really hit the spot.” Claire gratefully smiled, as she wiped her mouth with her shoulder. Paul was slightly disheartened that Claire didn’t want any more, but he knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. When Claire continued speaking his hopes went up again, only to fall hard. She said, “Would you mind making the patties? My hands are going numb and I have meat under my nails.” “Is the meat that cold?” Paul sighed resigning himself to his fate. “I’ll make the patties!” Emma loudly burst, as everyone in the room looked at the portly chick with surprise. While Shari and Claire saw a girl who never helped breaking the mold and showing some kindness, Paul saw something else. In Emma’s eyes he saw the truth. Serious jealousy. He hadn’t been paying attention to Emma when he’d fed Claire that dip laden celery, but he knew that is what drove Emma to this point. For once it was like Paul achieved a pure avenue into Emma brain. He knew exactly what she was thinking: ‘Sure Claire’s your girlfriend, but you’re not her feeder. You’re MY feeder!’ “Are you feeling okay?” Claire asked Emma, as Emma bumped her skinny little sister out of the way with a nudge of her thick hips and thrust her hands into the malleable beef. “Never better.” Emma grunted, as she glared at Paul, shot him a wicked smile, and slowly began to innocently speak, “Hey Pauullll, I meant to grab myself some dip before I got my hands dirty. Would you mind grabbing me a plate of chips with some dip?” “No problem.” Paul winked at her, as he caught her vibe. His heart was beating a little faster. He and Emma were on the same wavelength. As Paul gathered up a plate for Emma, Shari continued making the salad and Claire had gone to the sink to wash her hands. When Paul turned around, he caught Emma staring at him with a lustful look in her eyes. He knew what she was going to ask him. As he brought the plate next to her and set it down, he saw her skillful plan play out flawlessly. “Paul.. my hands are a mess.. Could you just feed me my chips?” Emma innocently begged, as she sent him a flirtatious wink. “Sure.” Paul shrugged trying to play it off as no big thing. “Paul, you don’t have to do that. She’d just being lazy.” Claire growled, as she turned around from the sink. “You just asked Paul to do the same thing!” Emma complained, as Claire dried her hands with a towel. “It was one piece of celery. Not a whole plate!” Claire emphasized, as Emma turned her attention to Paul. “Paul, chip me.” Emma snobbishly ordered, as she widely opened her mouth for him and Paul immediately placed a dip-covered chip between her greedy lips. Bursting with her mouth full, Emma cooed, “Thank you. You really are the sweetest boyfriend in the world! I wish you had an older brother?” “I do, but we’re not really close.” Paul admitted, as Claire seemed miffed at him for giving in to Emma’s demands. Paul couldn’t exactly help himself. Here was a chance to feed his feedee, to give her what she wanted, in a socially acceptable situation. Registering the surprised look on Emma’s face, while he fed her another chip, Paul continued, “We kinda lost touch after my parents got divorced.” “Wait really?” Emma awkwardly muttered, as she chewed her food and looked toward Claire, “Is he hot?” “He’s a far cry from Paul.” Claire answered, while she walked between feeder and feedee, wrapped her hand around Paul’s soft waist and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek as if to mark her territory. Glancing back at Emma, Claire added, “but from the pictures I’ve seen he’s not bad.” “How come you never told me you had an older bother?” Emma pouted, as she motioned for Paul to give her another chip. “You never asked.” Paul responded, as he used the hand that wasn’t bracing Claire’s back, to airlift a chip into his feedee’s mouth. “Is he single?” Emma once again questioned with her mouth full. “No.” Paul shook his head. Emma actually looked a little disappointed. “Emma stop.” Claire chastised her sister, as Emma rolled her eyes. “Fine.” Emma grunted, as she opened her mouth and wined, “Chip me Paul.” As Paul did as Emma requested, Shari grabbed her phone and let out a disappointed gasp. Turning to see what the shocked noise was for, everyone’s eyes were on Emma and Claire’s wonderful mom. “Laura’s flight got delayed because of some bad weather. She’d not going to be getting into Sky Harbor until 2AM. Dad’s going to wait at the airport until she gets in.” Shari muttered in disappointment. “What does that mean for dinner?” Claire asked with concern for all the work they put in to make their family dinner truly special. “It means I hope everyone’s hungry, because we are going to have plenty of leftovers.” Shari explained, as Emma and Paul locked eyes with glee. “Chip me Paul.” Emma smiled, as Paul realized he was going to have the pleasure of watching Emma let loose at dinner. Without her father around to chastise her, nobody was going to stop Emma from eating her fill, and they’d made a feast big enough for six people. A little while later, as they ate and conversed, it was evident, to Paul at least, that Emma was embellishing how she ate. She wasn’t just eating a lot. She was eating a lot very quickly and very sloppily. Shari and Claire appeared to be doing their best to ignore it, but Paul couldn’t. In the corner of his eye and the corner of his mind, Emma had his total focus. She wasn’t just eating for herself. She was eating for him. She wanted to please him. And he wanted to please her. His arousal was obvious to Emma. She knew he only picked up seconds and thirds so that he could outlast Claire and Shari at the table and steal a moment alone with her. When that moment came, all the eating came to a temporary ceasefire. He’d eaten more than he wanted, but it was worth getting some privacy as Claire and Shari moved to the den to watch some TV. Emma looked gorged to her fullest extent and very happy to be alone with Paul. “Mhhhh.. It feels so good to have such a big stretched belly. Do you like how swollen I look?” Emma sweetly cooed, as she patted her tightly stuffed stomach and extended Paul an invitation, “I wasn’t sure I could fit this much beef inside my belly. You’ll rub it for me, won’t you?” “I’d like that, but it’s too risky. We could get caught.” Paul remined her, as he glanced over toward the den. “We won’t get caught. I’m a patient feedee. When everybody goes to sleep, come to my room. Then you can take care of me.” Emma proposed, as Paul seemed hesitant. “What if Claire wakes up?” Paul worried with a soft tone in his voice. “She’s a heavy sleeper.” Emma countered frankly. “No, she’s not. I’m a heavy sleeper.” Paul responded quietly. “Come on Paul. I’m going crazy over here. You got me addicted to this feedee stuff in the first place, you can’t just force me to quit cold turkey! You gotta ween me off the feedings and belly rubs slowly.” Emma complained, as Paul didn’t think her comparison made sense. “Look, when we are done with this trip, I promise..” Paul began, as Emma cut him off. “I don’t want your promises Paul. I want you. In my room. Tonight.” Emma demanded, while she did her best to keep her loud voice down. Struggling to her feet and exaggeratingly clutching her bloated belly like a baby, Emma started walking past Paul and out the kitchen door, but before she did, Emma whispered in Paul’s ear, “Bring something to stuff me with. I’ll be waiting.” “Christ.” Paul spat to himself, as he watched Emma leave him. Giving himself a moment alone to collect his thoughts. Paul decided feeding Emma was too risky tonight. He’d have to wait for a safer time. He figured she wouldn’t be happy with him when she realized he wasn’t coming, but he didn’t have a choice. Paul spent the rest of the night with Claire and Shari on the couch in the den. They watched some TV. It was some cop show that Paul hadn’t seen before. They got a few updates from Claire’s dad about Laura’s flight, apparently her plane would arrive around 2AM. Paul didn’t have to talk much, it seemed that Claire and Shari had an endless number of topics to blab about. It was actually tough to pay attention to them. It was when Paul would zone out that he would think about Emma. He thought about the conversation they’d had earlier. He thought about what she might be thinking, wondering if he was going to show up to feed her tonight. He felt guilty. But he’d feel guilty even if he did go feed her. It was a lose-lose situation. It wasn’t until he and Claire had gone to bed that he started thinking about Emma’s body. About how stuffed she’d been. He wanted nothing more than to give her a good old-fashioned stuffing. Something to get the obnoxiously aroused energy he was feeling out of him. As Claire rustled beside him underneath the pink sheets of her bed, he got an idea. “Honey,” Paul whispered softly, “Are you still awake?” “Yeah.” Claire hummed, while she lay with her back to him. Crap. Paul was hoping she’d fallen asleep. Plan b then. Paul cleared his throat and asked, “Do you want to have sex?” Claire seemed to hold completely still for a moment before responding, “Not really. I’m tired babe.” “But I’m really horny for you right now.” Paul softly protested, while Claire slowly rolled over in bed to face him. “Too bad. I don’t want to. We always have sex when you’re in the mood. What about when I’m in the mood?” Claire quietly snapped, as Paul felt a pang of irritation in the back of his mind. “Where is this coming from?” Paul responded in an offended tone. “It’s been long time coming. When’s the last time we had sex when I wanted to?” Claire posed her question, as she watched Paul’s face turn blank. “Ugh..” Paul thought, as he couldn’t recall. “Exactly. Maybe if you spent less time acting like a pig at dinner and more time trying to be a little bit more sensitive to my needs, we’d be having sex right now.” Claire quickly growled in what Paul considered to be a very uncharacteristically bitchy tone. “I’m sorry.” Paul responded, while he bit is tongue. He didn’t want to escalate this little argument they were having. All he wanted now was to be somewhere other than laying right next to her. Taking a calm tone, Paul began, “Maybe in the future we can..” “I don’t wanna talk anymore.” Claire stopped him, as she rolled over and away from him, “goodnight.” Laying next to Claire in silence, Paul was shocked. She’d never talked to him like that before. Ever. He understood where she was coming from. The only times they had sex recently were after Emma turned him on. He was having a real hard time getting in the mood when he was just with Claire all day. He felt bad. He knew he wasn’t always giving Claire what she wanted, but there were limits to what he could do if he simply wasn’t aroused. If Claire hadn’t been so serious with her diet and exercise, he’d be able to give her all the sex she could handle. So, in some respects her problem with him was her fault. And.. His fault. If he hadn’t tasted the forbidden fruit of a fetish friendship with Emma, he probably wouldn’t be in such a tough spot with Claire. And, of course, all this thinking about Emma got him horny all over again. Shit. Paul waited for Claire to drift off to sleep, before making his move. Fuck it. He was going to go to Emma’s room. However, before he did that, he snuck to the fridge downstairs. The time was close to 1:30AM. If Laura’s plane arrived at 2AM and the drive from the airport took 45 minutes, then he had plenty of alone time to feed Emma without risking getting caught. He arrived at Emma’s room with a 2liter container of eggnog. He couldn’t exactly risk bringing up the whole pantry. Besides, Emma had already eaten a ton at dinner. It would be the perfect amount to get Emma’s belly nice and bloated. Then he’d give her the tummy massage she’d been waiting for. Creeping into Emma’s room, he could hear his feedee soundly snoring away. With a slow motion to close her door, he then walked toward he bed and placed the eggnog on the nightstand. Gently shaking her shoulder and placing his hand on her mouth in case he scared her, Paul awoke his gluttonous princess. Her eyes seemed surprised to see him in the dark of her room, but she appeared quiet, so Paul removed his hand from her mouth. “I didn’t think you’d come.” Emma smiled after a quick yawn. “I can’t let my feedee go to sleep on an empty stomach.” Paul assured her, while he placed his hand firmly upon her round belly and gave her chub an earnest squeeze. “Mhh.. What’d you bring me?” Emma hummed with anticipation, while the pressure Paul was placing upon her full stomach felt oh-so-good. “Eggnog.” Paul said, as he used his free hand to grab the 2liter bottle. “Perfect.” Emma purred, while she could feel the familiar swell of excitement within the pit of her stomach. “I hope you’re thirsty, we are going to do this in one try.” Paul explained, as Emma’s eyes widened at the thought of the challenge. Sensing his feedee’s growing interest, Paul asked, “Ready?” “Yeah, give me a second.” Emma paused him, as she arched herself against the headboard of her bed and began lifting up her shirt. It was very dark in Emma’s room, but Paul’s eyes had adjusted to it enough to process Emma removing her shirt. He thought of stopping her, but the urge didn’t possess him to take action. He let his feedee make herself comfortable. There was something thrilling about what they were doing. Perhaps it was the fear of getting caught or the added allure of Emma removing her shirt and giving him a partial view of her naked breasts. Either way, Paul was ready to get started. He was pleased to hear Emma respond, “Ready.” “Drink up fatty.” Paul ordered, as he opened the bottle and carefully brought it to Emma’s mouth. Once she had her lips around it, Paul only used one hand to slowly raise it up and pour more eggnog down her throat. His other hand began sensually massaging her belly. “That’s it. Good girl.” Paul assured her, while she continued guzzling down the creamy eggnog. The sound of Emma swallowing was one thing, but the feel of her belly slowly filling back up to capacity was something else. “Halfway done. Keep going.” Paul ushered her, as he let one finger delve into Emma’s belly button. She seemed to flinch at his touch and hum a grateful thank you, while he let his fingers press into her gut. “Don’t stop.” Paul ordered, as Emma’s frequency of eager gulps began to slow. “Keep sucking it down fatty.” Paul commanded, while Emma struggled to keep pace. There really was not much left of the eggnog, the bottle felt weightless in his hand, but Paul wouldn’t let her stop until she drank every last drop. Hearing Emma moan in exhaustion, Paul took the bottle away and observed his prized heifer. “*Buurp!!* Fuck. That was good.” Emma groaned, as she grasped Paul’s hand on her belly, “I’m horny.” “Me too.” Paul admitted with another frisky squeeze. “We should *Bwarpp!!!*” Emma belched, as she quickly continued, “masturbate together.” “Are you drunk? That would be cheating.” Paul complained despite the voice in his head telling him to shut up and go with the flow. “Come on, it’s not cheating. We wouldn’t be touching each other, we’d be touching ourselves, but watching each other.” Emma pleaded, as she wanted this so badly. “Sounds like cheating to me. That’s crossing the line.” Paul shook his head. “Come on, it’s not as bad as the time I touched your dick and made you cream your pants.” Emma complained a little too loudly. “True. When you put it that way, both of them sound like cheating.” Paul whispered, as Emma bit her lip. “Tell me you wouldn’t like it.” Emma demanded sounding like a spoiled brat. “I bet I would like it.” Paul admitted much to Emma’s pleasure. Seeing the smug expression on her face, Paul quickly tried to clarify his stance on the issue, “But I think it’s not right.” “Then let’s not think about it. Let’s do it.” Emma begged, while she squeezed his hand earnestly, “Just this once. So, we can stay sane on this stupid vacation.” “Emma.” Paul muttered trying his best to resist the temptation, “I can’t do it.” “Then go to bed.” Emma sighed in disappointment, “I need some alone time anyway.” “Okay, goodnight.” Paul muttered feeling a bit guilty he let Emma down. He started walking out of her room still feeling bad about what had just happened. “Sleep well Paul.” Emma called out to him sweetly before he left her door. Paul smiled, as he waved to her silently and closed the door behind him. Rejoining Claire in bed without incident, Paul had all night to think about his choices. He sure as heck wasn’t getting any sleep feeling so pent up. He only hoped that the morning would bring with it a less stressful day. The house was quiet. Even though it was nearly 11:30AM, Emma was the only soul up and about in the house. Her dad and Laura had arrived sometime in the night and were still fast asleep. Paul had yet to wake up too. Claire was up before Emma but stepped outside for a morning run and Sheri had left to shop for some groceries. Emma had pressured her into buying some more eggnog. Feeling a little lonely, Emma wanted to wake up Paul so they could sneak in a big breakfast before everyone woke up and returned to the house. She decided to make a blistering number of pancakes for the occasion. The kitchen was spotless when Emma started cooking, but she quickly made a mess of the place. She never really cooked when she was home, so she had to take some time and figure out where her mother had hidden all of the ingredients. She found the batter, some milk, the eggs and some chocolate chips. Whipping up everything and beginning the cooking process, Emma’s stomach couldn’t help but rumble with anticipation. She snuck a few chocolate chips into her mouth while she was cooking to hold herself over, but she still saved room for the real meal. After cooking about 12 pancakes Emma decided to use up the rest of the batter in the box. What was left produced somewhere upwards of 25 modestly sized pancakes. Adding them to the 12 she’d cooked first, Emma had about 40 pancakes spread out over four plates. It was an ambitious meal, probably too ambitious for Emma to eat alone. Hopefully Paul would have an appetite when he woke up. Emma set the table with two plates, cutlery, and some syrup and whole milk. She was about to head upstairs and wake Paul up, but she noticed just enough batter left in the bowl for possibly one more half sized pancake. Since the pan was still warm, Emma decided to cook it. As she watched the tiny pancake slowly begin to take shape, she heard Paul’s familiar footsteps approaching the kitchen table behind her. Without turning around, Emma welcomed him in a seductive voice. “About time you woke up sleepyhead. I was worried I’d actually have to feed myself all this delicious breakfast without you.” Emma lavishly articulated, while she wiggled her chunky butt for him to appreciate. However, the voice she heard in response caused her to flinch with fear. “What are you talking about weirdo?” Laura’s voice groggy yawned, as Emma quickly turned around and recognized her sister had joined her in the kitchen, not Paul! Emma’s heart was positively pounding. She nearly lost her breath from the fright her overweight sister had given her. Luckily it appeared that Laura was still sleepy. She was rubbing her eyes and hadn’t really given Emma’s body a look yet. Emma took only a millisecond to size up her sister, but it felt like an eternity. Laura had clearly changed her ‘look’ since leaving college, but by and large she still appeared to be the portly sister Emma had always known. Starting with what remained relatively the same, Laura and Emma always shared a certain resemblance with each other which was more pronounced now that Emma had either matched Laura in weight or outright eclipsed her. Laura was 5’6, precisely two inches taller than Emma and two inches shorter than Claire. In nearly every way she fit the definition of the ‘middle’ sister. While Claire’s body was more pear-shaped, and Emma carried most of her weight in her belly and boobs, Laura’s body was more even in her fat distribution. She had bigger breasts than Claire, but smaller ones than Emma. She accumulated a lot of weight in her belly, but also sported a rather chunky butt, soft hips, and thicker legs. Laura had been overweight since middle school and really started getting fat in high school. Her weight consistently yo-yo’ed in college, but Laura always remained steadfastly the ‘fat’ one of the sisters. She was a foodie at heart and loved to indulge her sweet tooth at the cost of her figure. She was significantly more introverted than either of her sisters. Growing up, Emma had received the most attention from their father and Claire had received the most attention from their mother. Laura was perfectly content to be a little ignored. She was happy chilling in her room by herself. Even as Emma and Claire started dating, Laura’s natural shyness seemed to prevent her from forming any kind of long-lasting relationships with the opposite sex. Emma used to tease Laura about being a virgin, but as they’d grown older, they’d grown much more civil with each other. Now 23 years old, Laura was one year divorced from college and currently worked as an editor at a publishing firm. She was always a bookworm, but not in a nerdy way, so Emma felt that she’d ended up in the right profession. Claire was the nerd of the family, not Laura. By the look of Laura, she wasn’t the fattest she’d ever been, but she was close. It was hard to tell exactly, but Emma guessed Laura’s weight fell somewhere around 215lbs or 220lbs. Laura was wearing what appeared to be pajama’s that dated back to middle school. It was quite a comical look. She was wearing a tiny lion-king shirt that only managed to cover her breasts. Her chunky belly was on full display. Emma was proud that her own belly appeared bigger by comparison. Laura had on what appeared to be some tight gym shorts although they were so tight, Emma might have mistaken them for some kind of formfitting briefs. Emma was so obsessed with comparing herself to her ‘fat’ sister’s body that she almost ignored the changes Laura had made to her look. The most obvious change was her hair. Emma didn’t even know what to call the hairstyle Laura was sporting, it was like a pixie cut gone wild. Laura had always had such beautiful long hair and now she’d cut half of it off and fluffed out the sides into two outwardly flowing dyed blonde bushels of hair! The hairstyle was strikingly attention grabbing for someone so naturally reserved. And then there were the tattoos, Laura’s body was covered in them! When had that happened?? “Laura?? What are you doing up? I thought you got home at 3AM??” Emma snapped frantic to do some damage control. She’d ask Laura about the tattoos and the hair later. “I slept on the plane.. and in the car.” Laura sleepily explained, as she went on, “What are you talking about? Feeding yourself breakfast?” “What am I talking about?? What are YOU talking about!” Emma went on the attack to try and take advantage of her sleepy sister’s senses, “I said I don’t like eating breakfast alone. Normally Paul makes breakfast and I eat with him.” “Ohh. Sorry. You thought I was Paul?” Laura tilted her head, while her eyes remained scrunched. She clearly hadn’t adjusted to the light in the kitchen yet. “Yeah, you really stomp around like he does.” Emma droned, as she still felt very annoyed with herself that she’d let her guard down. She almost blew this whole amazing thing she had going with Paul. “I don’t stomp around.” Laura pouted, while she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat where Emma had intend Paul to sit, “Can I have some pancakes? I’m starving.” “Here. Eat your heart out.” Emma responded quickly, as she put one of the four plates of pancakes in front of her sister. While she did that, Laura appeared to blink away some of the blur in her eyes and gawk at her older sister. “Woah!! Dad was right! You’re fatter than I am!” Laura exclaimed, while she managed to jiggled Emma’s gut with a swift poke, “What happened?” “Same thing that happened to you whenever you got fat.” Emma grunted, as she slapped her sister’s hand away and went back to the pan to rescue the lone burning pancake. “Yeah, but the last time I saw you..” Laura began, as Emma cut her off. “Can we move on? I know I’ve gotten really fat these past few months, but you’ve been fat your whole life. Of everyone in the family I didn’t think you’d give me a hard time.” Emma complained, while Laura heard the message loud and clear. “Sorry. It’s just weird.” Laura admitted, as she couldn’t take her eyes off her sister. Emma looked like a different person, almost. It was like she was the size of two Emma’s now! Even though the pajamas she was wearing were clearly stretchy, they appeared very tight around Emma’s gut and bust. Wait a minute.. “Are those my pajamas?? I was looking for those!” “I needed something that fit so I raided your closet. Sorry.” Emma admitted with a hint of remorse. Come to think of it, it made sense why Laura was wearing such an odd outfit, Emma had stolen pretty much every article of clothing that fit her. “So, you’re the reason all of my high school clothes are missing?” Laura questioned, as she began pouring some syrup onto her pancakes and licking her lips. “You have new clothes where you live right?” Emma answered with her own question, as she got her own plate of pancakes ready and joined her sister at the table. “Yeah, but I didn’t bring them! Now all I have to wear is freaking clothes that didn’t even fit me in middle school.” Laura complained, while she took a bite of her giant stack of pancakes and chewed. “You look fine, we’re all family here.” Emma assured her, as she smiled at her sister. She liked how Laura didn’t even question the ludicrous stack of pancakes Emma had placed in front of her. It looked like the family officially had two fatties. “Do you think that’s what dad will say?” Laura mumbled with her mouth full, as Emma’s happy expression recoiled. “Probably not.” Emma admitted. She still felt guilty thinking about how her dad had talked to her. “Are you feeling okay?” Laura wondered, while she sensed her sister appeared upset. “Yeah, better than okay. I’m very happy now. Why?” Emma emphasized to convince both her sister and herself that the changes she made in her life were for the better. “It’s a little odd. You never make breakfast for anyone.” Laura explained, as she remembered who Emma had told her the pancakes were for, “Paul sounds like a special guy.” “He is. Ever since I moved in with him, he’s been nothing but a gentleman.” Emma smiled, as she heard more footsteps approach the kitchen door. “I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard you say about me.” Paul butted in, while he walked into the kitchen and observed Laura for the first time. “Then you might have a hearing problem, because I think you’re pretty great.” Emma winked at him, while she gave him a little playful nudge as a greeting before getting back to chomping on her pancakes. She could tell Paul was checking out Laura. She was almost custom made for Paul’s liking with that outfit she’d been forced to wear. Emma decided to shut up and let Paul enjoy the eye-candy. “Hey, I’m Paul. You must be Laura.” Paul introduced himself, as he extended his hand and Laura shook it. “Hey Paul! It’s great to final meet you.” Laura smiled, while she swallowed some food, “I hear your name mentioned a lot, but I don’t think I really know anything about you. Question. How do you tolerate dating my sister?” “What do you mean tolerate? I love everything about her.” Paul earnestly responded a bit unsure why Laura thought dating Claire was a handful. Did she have a reputation or something? “A true gentleman.” Laura smirked to herself, as she leaned toward her sister and loudly whispered, “He’s way better than Scott. You traded up sis.” “Wait, back up a second.” Paul mumbled, while he nearly swallowed his tongue. “Yeah, what?” Emma coughed, as she dropped her fork for a moment. “Do you remember what Scott said when I asked him the same thing? He said, ‘the benefits outweighed the costs,’ like some kind of utilitarian egoist.” Laura elaborated, as Emma shook her head and slammed her hands down upon the table to get her sister’s attention. “I remember! But I think you’ve got one little detail confused numbskull.” Emma growled, as her voice grew into a feisty roar, “Paul’s not MY boyfriend. He’s Claire-bear’s boyfriend!” “Oh-my-god. Are you serious?” Laura mumbled looking terribly confused. Her cheeks were both stuffed with chewed up pancakes. She looked like a chipmunk. “Yeah!” Paul chimed in for emphasis. “Shit I’m sorry! That’s awkward.” Laura blushed terribly, as she looked toward Emma, “I thought you said you moved in with him?!” “I did move in with him. It was Claire’s idea after I left Scott and didn’t wanna be homeless!” Emma growled, as she put her hand on her forehead and tried to will away the headache Laura was giving her, “Didn’t somebody tell you this??” “Sorry I forgot! I’ve got a lot going on okay!” Laura tried to excuse her mistake, “You were making him breakfast, and the way you were talking about him, I just assumed.” “Oh-my-god. You better never let Claire know you thought that.” Emma ordered, as Laura nodded in agreement. “I know.” Laura said, while she thought of a solution for this painfully awkward moment, “Is there any eggnog? I need some eggnog.” “Me two.” Emma muttered. “Me three.” Paul agreed. “There should be one bottle left Paul, wanna grab it with some cups?” Emma asked, as Paul went to the fridge. They all needed to take the edge off, and he was happy to help. Watching Emma and Laura mindlessly devour pancake after pancake was a rare treat. Paul joined in too, but only ate enough to satisfy his hunger. Emma and Laura did the real eating. It was like they were in an unspoken contest, eating and belching their way to victory. Even thought they ate together, Emma was a much faster eater. Laura seemed to like to savor each bite and Emma appeared to only be concerned with swallowing as many calories as possible. It took about a half-hour, but in that time every pancake had disappeared into the sisters’ big bellies, except one. “Fuck.. I’m so stuffed..” Laura groaned, while she leaned back in her chair and grasped her stomach. “There is only one more pancake. I’ll split it with you.” Emma offered, while she seemed to take the substantial amount of food much better than Laura. She’d been practicing after all. “Ugh.. *Urp* Fine..” Laura quietly belched, as Emma cut the pancake in half and threw a piece on her plate. “Do you need more syrup?” Paul offered, as he extended the bottle of expensive maple syrup to Laura. “No thanks. I think I’m sweating syrup.” Laura declined, as Emma attempted to reach for it. “I’ll take some.” Emma greedily smiled, as Paul handed it to her. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the sweet nectar flow onto her final morsel of food. “Why don’t you just cut out the middleman and drink it sis.” Laura joked because of how much her sister was pouring it on. “Okay. Might as well finish it off.” Emma reasoned, as she locked eyes with Paul and brought the half full bottle of maple syrup to her lips and began downing it. Laura seemed shocked at what Emma was doing, but Paul was just excitedly pondering how many extra calories Emma was sucking down. Slamming the empty bottle on the table in front of her, Emma proudly let out a loud, “*Buuuurp!!*” “You really did turn into a fatty.” Laura commented, as Emma couldn’t help but grin proudly. “I learned from the best.” Emma teased, while she leaned over and gave Laura’s plump belly a squeeze for Paul to see. There was something about the way the two sisters were interacting that Paul found completely transfixing. Laura seemed so susceptible to Emma’s teasing, but Emma was equally as vulnerable to Laura’s little retaliations. It was hot. Hearing the front door slam, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and looked toward the kitchen doorway. “Laura! You’re up!” Claire cheered, as she hurried into the room and warmly smiled. “Hey sis!” Laura waved, as she took one look at her sister and exclaimed, “Woah, you got so skinny!” “Thank you.” Claire grinned, as she leaned in and gave her sister a hug. “God you’re sweaty.” Laura complained, as she pushed Claire off of her. “And hot. Who wants to hangout by the pool?” Claire offered, as she extended her invitation to the room. “Me!” Laura squeaked. “Me too!” Emma cheered, as she managed to stand up and struggle toward the doorway, “I’m going to change into my swimsuit.” “Let’s all change.” Claire agreed, as she walked by Paul, grabbed his arm, and hurried him out of the room. Paul was a bit concerned by this silent power move. For one thing, his blood was still flowing after watching Emma and Laura feed on pancakes for so long. For another, Claire seemed quiet. The last time they talked had been an argument and he didn’t know how Claire was feeling about him. As Claire lead him up to her room, she didn’t answer him until she’d closed the door. Paul was worried until she opened her mouth. “I’m sorry about last night. I was cranky.” Claire began to explain looking remorseful, as she dug through her dresser and pulled out a bikini. “It’s okay. You’re right. We shouldn’t only be having sex when I instigate it. I’ve gotta be more sensitive to your needs too.” Paul admitted, as he felt a huge relief. He watched, as Claire dug through his travel bag and tossed him a pair of swim trunks. “Come on, change. I’m overheated and I wanna hop in the pool.” Claire urged him, while she took off her sports bra and got her bikini top into place. “Umm, alright.” Paul muttered, as he took off his shirt and then his pants. Claire gave him what he considered a sort of judgmental stare, as he did so. “You’re still horny?” Claire questioned, while wiggling out of her tight running pants. She could see he was aroused. “Well what do you expect? You’re getting naked in front of me.” Paul fibbed. In truth his excitement was still from breakfast. “If we weren’t at my parents’ house, I’d help you out. I just don’t want somebody to hear us.” Claire explained, while she got her bikini bottoms into place and watched as Paul pulled up his swim trunks. Tilting her head slightly, she asked, “How many pancakes did you eat?” “I don’t know, why?” Paul answered unsure of why Claire cared. She slowly walked up to him and planted a sweet little kiss on his cheek while her hand touched his stomach. “Just be careful eating around my sisters. They’re both pigs. I don’t want them rubbing off on you.” Claire cautioned, as Paul raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I could eat as much as them if I tried.” Paul truthfully responded, as Claire smiled. “I believe you.” Claire said, as she looked out her window at the pool. “Want to play catch in the pool? Get some exercise?” “Sure.” Paul smiled back at Claire, as they hurried outside. The pool at the Irving residence was a nice addition. Paul and Claire got into it before Emma and Laura made it outside. The water was refreshing, and it was large enough for Claire and Paul to share a game of catch. The water frisbee they were using was not very accurate to throw, but that was half the fun. It was apparent to Paul that Emma and Laura were taking their good sweet time getting outside. Part of him wondered what they were up to but most of his focus had to remain on Claire and the frisbee that was very difficult to actually catch. It was probably 15 to 20 minutes after they started playing that Paul noticed Emma and Laura making their way outside. His attention was drawn to Emma who had adorned herself in a very revealing leopard stripped bikini. Laura hadn’t changed, but she was carrying a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Rather than join them in the pool, the portly girls found a nice place to sit and appeared to just chat while they snacked on cookies. Paul couldn’t really hear what they were talking about, but he could imagine. If he had to guess, it looked as if Emma was trying to push Laura into overeating. But why? Was she doing it for him? As Claire had to get out of the pool to grab the frisbee after a particularly bad throw, Paul moved closer to the edge of the pool and tried to eavesdrop on what was being said. “I feel a little bad about eating so much, shouldn't we join Claire for a swim?” Laura wondered to Emma, as she munched on a cookie. “Does this belly look like it belongs to someone who swims??” Emma countered, as she grabbed her big flabby belly and jiggled it for her to see, “Face it, we would only slow Claire-bear down. Stick with me sis, spoil yourself a little! You’ll thank me later!” Paul almost couldn’t believe his ears. Was that really what they were saying or had his imagination completely warped his perception of reality? He would have kept thinking about it, but Claire was quick to rejoin him. As they spent more time in the pool, Shari got home and finally woke Dan from his slumber. With the parents up and about, preparations were being made for a proper family lunch. Eventually, Claire and Paul got out of the pool and dried off. They needed a break before going back in. So, they joined Emma and Laura and played a few rounds of spades with a card deck they had laying around. After playing cards, Claire and Paul helped Dan and Sheri set up the table on their deck for lunch. Since Dan and Laura missed the lovely char-grilled meal the previous night, they decided to barbeque some chicken and make some baked potatoes. By the time the food was finally ready, there was only one problem. “Where’d Emma go?” Claire asked Laura, as her sister reclined by the pool, “The parents are bringing out lunch.” “Bathroom.” Laura answered, as she pointed past Paul toward inside the house. “Paul, can you tell her to hurry up? I need a break.” Claire asked, while she took a seat next to Laura. “No problem.” Paul nodded, as he started off toward the house. “So, what do you think of Paul?” Claire asked once her boyfriend was out of earshot. “He’s not my type.” Laura sighed, as she took off the sunglasses she’d put on and looked at her sister. “You always say that.” Claire countered wanting a real answer. “Sorry if I’m picky.” Laura defended herself. “Still though. Husband material, right?” Claire grinned, as Laura gave her sister a skeptical look. Claire really did wear her heart on her sleeve. Laura was actually a bit jealous. “If he was smart, he’d marry you tomorrow.” Laura seriously responded, as Claire looked curious. “What do you mean?” Claire wondered, as she tried to imagine what her sister meant by that. “Come on, he’s a nice guy and all but he’s dating above his paygrade.” Laura rationalized, as her sister looked lost. Claire was so naive. “Huh?” Claire stuttered. “You do realize you’re dating down right?” Laura spelled it out for her, “You’re a little out of his league. Not that there is anything wrong with that.” “No.” Claire shook her head in disagreement. Paul was amazing. “First, you’re an ivy leaguer. He’s a mid-twenty something artist with no money and a high school diploma.” Laura explained taking advantage of what she’d learned about Paul from Emma, “Second, and this is more subjective, you have to admit he doesn’t really look athletic.” “I think he’s hot.” Claire crossed her arms. She was a bit upset Laura was bashing Paul like this, but she did value her sister’s opinion, “Although he has put on a little winter weight recently.” “Don’t sound so dramatic. He’s not overweight or anything. If you weren’t so in shape it wouldn’t be so noticeable that he is out of shape.” Laura explained, “But if you think he’s husband material just be careful. If he’s a lazy guy in ten years, he’ll probably have a big enough beer belly to make some side cash as a mall Santa during the holidays.” “He’s not a lazy guy. I think the winter weight is related to stress. This last semester just kinda sucked the fun out of everything. I don’t think he’s super happy with me right now.” Claire sensitively admitted, as Laura tried to sound supportive. “All relationships have bumpy patches. It says a lot about you that you’re sticking with him through thick and thin.” Laura elaborated, as she began to smirk, “Emphasis on thick.” “Hahaha..” Claire laughed on reflex, “I already know he’d do the same for me. It wasn’t too long ago that I was the thick one.” Across the property and inside the house, far away from Claire and Laura’s gossiping conversation, Paul was in a pickle. Emma was nowhere to be found. He’d checked both bathroom’s downstairs and now he was going to check the one upstairs by the girls’ rooms. If she wasn’t there, then he didn’t know where the hell to look for her. Luckily, as he approached the bathroom, he could tell that the door was closed. “You okay? Everybody’s waiting for you.” Paul asked, as he knocked on the door. It was odd, the second he’d knocked, he heard Emma flip the light switch off. “Thank god it’s you. Can you come in here and help me with something?” Emma innocently asked, as Paul heard her unlock the door. “Sure, wardrobe malfunction? Is that why you shut off the lights?” Paul asked, as he opened the door and Emma hurriedly tugged him inside. “Close the door.” Emma ordered, as she turned the lights on. It took Paul a second to adjust to the light, but he did as Emma said and closed the door. “Fucking hell Emma! What are you doing?” Paul quietly called out in surprise, as he covered his eyes. Emma was completely naked! “It’s like you said. Wardrobe malfunction. My fat belly and swollen tits broke Laura’s bikini. I’m fatter than my sister ever was.” Emma spoke in a tone that conveyed an animalistic desire. “Do you want me to get you more clothes?” Paul asked, as Emma reached for his hand and removed it from covering his eyes. She wanted him to look at her, and he complied. “No.” Emma honestly answered, “I want you to do what needs to be done. You’ve got me too hot and bothered to do anything else.” “This is crossing a line, Emma. This is crossing a line.” Paul shook his head, as Emma could sense his discomfort. “I’m not talking about sex idiot! I’m talking about masturbating together. Like what we wanted to do last night.” Emma urged, as she leaned her painfully stuffed belly forward and made Paul put his hands on it, “It’s not cheating.” “I’m not so sure about that.” Paul responded, as his hands tingled with the joy he was feeling from getting to touch his feedee’s belly. “If it’s cheating, then you’ve been cheating on my sister with me this whole time.” Emma declared, as Paul’s face seemed to understand her point of view. “Then it’s not cheating.” Paul agreed instinctively. “Then let’s do it. For our sanity.” Emma smiled, as she untied Paul’s swim trunks and cooed, “You won’t touch me. I won’t touch you. It’ll be a one-time thing.” “Alright.” Paul agreed, as she eagerly waited for him to drop his pants, “For our own sanity.” “Yes!” Emma smiled, as she watched Paul cast off his trunks. Emma couldn’t help herself, “I know you wanna tug it to my fat belly.” “Don’t talk.” Paul ordered her, as he pulled the toilet seat down and made Emma sit so he could get a good view of her girth. Surprisingly, as they both got started it didn’t feel awkward. It almost felt natural. Emma lustfully looked at him and he lustfully looked at her. There were a few minutes where the primal sound of their muffled breaths were just as arousing as the naughty scenario they were engaging in. Paul was the first to finish, which only served to rile up Emma even more. “I’m so close.. I need you to work you magic.” Emma begged, as Paul caught on that she wanted him to tease her, while her fingers continued their work at full speed. She seemed desperate for his help. As if she could cum without his permission. Paul liked that thought. So, as he leaned closer to her, his voice took the form of a commanding whisper. “Enjoy masturbating while you can. I’m going to make you so fat you can’t cum without my help.” Paul’s feeder persona threatened, as Emma’s blubbery body jolted in its place. “Ahh!!” Emma loudly gasped for air, as her body trembled, and Paul quickly muffled her lengthy moans of pleasure and relief by forcing his hand to cover her mouth. Once she’d finally settled down after a good half a minute, Paul resumed his whisper. “Feel better?” Paul quietly asked, as he removed his hand from Emma’s mouth. “Much. Thank you.” Emma was able to profess in a relaxed tone. “Ready for lunch?” Paul smiled, as Emma’s eyes lit up. “Yes sir.” Emma grinned, as she grabbed Paul’s hand and gave him an earnest squeeze to show her appreciation.

Here's another BEFORE & AFTER pic of me wearing the same garter belt a year apart, you can really tell how much i've gained lol 2018 2019

i felt extra big in these pictures so i thought i would share ❤️ it's gonna be time to do a weigh in soon!! if you wanna see me eat a buuunch of food go watch my new video 🥰check out the other ones while you're there too if you'd like.

Hey everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a little bit I was going to today, but I’m getting rid of a cold. Hope to feel better soon and post more updates 😊

At first I didn’t even recognize it was her so happy she’s gaining bring on the weight so beautiful 😍🥰🤤

Looking wide at London fashion week. Struggling to conceal that VBO

Some more!

Got a few of her getting ready for her 10 year reunion last night.

Here she is before at about 125 pounds... And she is after at roughly 190 pounds... And looking to put more pounds on, she loves how she looks and feels today! What do you all think, guys and gals??

Some Sunday entertainment ☺️🐷

Hey, how you doing???… tomorrow here in Mexico we started the celebrations for the Independence Day, and I want to celebrate it with a video... “10 tacos challenge “… I hope you enjoy it, coming tomorrow noon 🔥✨🌮

Mmmm... wtf? xD

Chapter 2 I can’t count how many of those nights we had. I do remember some of them though, whenever a detail or a comment made them standing out a bit more. Like the one who surprised me a bit. We were in bed and had just finished to watch an episode on my laptop so she put it down and cuddled around me. Her head was resting on my chest and her hand was on my tummy. She started caressing me as usual and I was getting excited because I knew what would have followed. But she indulged more on my tummy this time, then she went down to my sides, and back to my tummy. Then I could feel her caresses turning into something different, like if she was pinching or grabbing. I could also feel her breath changing as she was getting excited. Then the light went off and she was on top of me. “What were you doing with your hands down there?” I asked jokingly, trying to hide the fact that I was feeling a bit self conscious about that. “Oh, just playing with your soft bits.. I like them!” Was her reply as she gently started to ease her hot body on me. I felt my manhood slowly finding its way in a very wet Eva. Now, it can be difficult to be objective with your own gain, especially if you don't have a scale and you don't wear habitually tight clothes. Of course that idea was finding a place in the back of my mind. The clues were building up, like Eva lingering on my tummy more often, commenting on my big appetite, or joking about my soft bits. But then again she was also saying that she was just playing, that everybody has soft bits. Part of me was thinking "maybe I’ve really gained a few pounds, maybe I should start watching what I eat. Nothing drastic, just cut some snacks”. Another part was thinking "oh come on, you've never put on weight before, you're just being sensitive because of a couple of silly comments". Besides, Eva never openly said I had put on weight, or I should have started eating less. She surely didn’t look less attracted to me. I rationalized that if I had gained anything, it was not much. I would have kept an eye on my waist but without worrying for no reason. Also, I was really happy with how my life was going in that period. My relationship with Eva was fantastic. I had probably never felt so relaxed and content before. And I could feel it every night, even if we were not doing anything special, even if it was just a movie in bed, I could feel that the person next to me was truly in love with me, and there isn't much better than that feeling. Moreover, a relaxed night in bed was our little treat. We both had very busy days. I worked hard as a chief IT engineer and even if most of the work could be done on my laptop I was busy with meetings and conferences all around the city. She was a nurse in a busy ward, running on her feet all day and even if she usually was done before than me she was then taking care of the shopping and cooking. The nights were our most precious time. I was choosing a movie while lying in bed once when she came in saying "hello sweetie.." She was looking at me with such a beautiful smile. I thought I was so lucky, she was really the perfect match for me and such a pretty one too. I loved watching her tiptoeing quickly to join me under the cover, wearing nothing but her skimpy underwear. She was definitely toned, her stomach was flat, her chest just a perky B cup, her butt wasn't big but was muscular enough to stick out nicely, and her thighs were shapely. Quite a different sight from the jiggly pot belly and soft love handles my ex girlfriend had developed at the end. She was coming with something, probably a dessert for me. I was just thinking that I was feeling very full from dinner and didn't need anything else, but my train of thoughts melted at the sight of my beauty walking in, half naked, happily smiling. Once she reached the bed she arched her back to take off her bras with the hand that was not holding the dish "ah.. finally free!" She sighed as she let her bras fall on the floor. Now not only I had her gorgeous eyes and her smile pointed at me, my favourite boobs were also there, in all their perkiness, and getting closer and closer as she leaned forward to take her place in bed next to me. I was happy my lower half was under the cover and my laptop was on top of it. That irresistible mix of sensuality and sweetness of my girlfriend body and moves gave me an instant erection I was nearly ashamed of. "I brought you something to nibble on honey.. I thought you might need it after your busy day" she said as she showed me what was on the dish "It's chocolate brownie with Bailey's and Nutella, I had half myself before dinner as you might see. Maybe you also would like to try one?" she added with a wink. Indeed I could see one and a half brownies on the dish. I thought it smelled and looked delicious, I also thought it looked a lot, my belly felt still very full from dinner. But what came out of my mouth was simply "Of course I'd love to try it sweetie". How could I say no?! Everything looked so tempting around Eva. She looked so tempting. I would have eaten her if I could, and I knew she was going to be my real treat at the end of the night. A movie and a brownie were just part of the journey to get to our snuggle under the covers, and then she would have gone on top of me. I had no problem going down that path. Again and again, night after night. About 15 minutes later as I was absorbed into the movie I heard her "Hey, you've eaten also my half!" She exclaimed looking at the empty dish. I felt my face getting warm, I was bleeding "Sorry sweetie, I thought it was all for me.." How silly, I wasn't even hungry, I could have thought some was for her, I should have asked at least. Instead I had absentmindedly nibbled all the way through it, leaving only crumbles. I was feeling embarrassed again, luckily she smiled and continued "oh don't worry, I'm happy you enjoyed it!" She rested her head on my chest and continued "I really like cooking for you, you're so easy to please, you're happy with everything I cook, you never complain.." She was gently caressing my tummy, surely something that had become more natural. She then lifted herself up and looked into my eyes changing her tone, as if she had just come to a realisation "and you're growing quite a big appetite hon, aren't you?" She patted my tummy and continued "I thought I cooked you a big dinner, where are you putting all the food?" She was in full playful mode now, lifting her body to get on top and straddle me. I was too embarrassed and didn't know if she was waiting for an answer. My embarrassment melted away as I felt her hands stroking my erection, then grabbing firmly "still some appetite left for me honey?" Said the most beautiful girl with the most sexy voice.

This is definitely great news! And, by chance, I just happen to have stumbled across some of the aforementioned photos...