Miranda
She was silent except for her breathing and the groan of each stair as she led him up to her second-floor apartment. By the top she was panting heavily, and turning to face him she hiked up her jeans in the back self-consciously, and he averted his gaze and they both pretended he hadn’t noticed her enormous ass wobbling and spilling out of her size 4x jeans the entire way up, when in fact he had been watching raptly. She motioned to be quiet and took his hand and led him step by creaking step past the kitchen, past the closed door of a bedroom where her roommate slept, and into a small, dark interior bedroom with no windows that was half taken up by a queen sized bed, covered by a disheveled bedspread and with a large woman-shaped indentation in the centre where the mattress springs no longer rebounded. She turned on a dim bedside lamp, illuminating the mess of clothes on the floor and empty ice cream cartons and walls covered with Polaroid photos of smiling half-drunken friends and featuring a younger and visibly much smaller version of herself, and she sat him on the bed and went and closed the sliding door and stood there facing away from him for a moment, and tried to tamp down a nervous train of thought about how long it had been at that point.
She turned around slowly and they regarded each other, sizing each other up one final time, and she noticed his gaze lingering on her belly and she smiled and said “I’m really full after that meal. Want to help me get out of these jeans?” She took his hand and guided it to the fly of her jeans, and guided his fingers down between the buttons and the cool, soft, smooth fat of her navel and down to her underbelly, and felt him crook a finger and probe into the depth of her navel before he deftly unfastened her buttons and she felt immense relief as he ran his fingers along the length of her love handles and let them overflow the slack of her waistband, and the mass of her belly expanded outwards and slackened like a lapping wave.
“Mmmmmmmmm” she moaned, eyes closed, half-ashamed of the immense pleasure she felt in her unconstrained state of voluptuousness. “I’ve been such a glutton for you tonight” she sighed. “How does it feel to be sitting across from the fattest woman at the restaurant, stuffing her face on your dime, with so many people watching?” She opened her eyes and gave him a sly smile. “Did it drive you crazy to watch me stuff myself like that?”
“Yeah.”
“But you know a thing or two about fat women. You know we can’t resist anything after we’ve had dessert” She held his hands to her belly and jiggled her fat sensuously, laughing. “That cheesecake you ordered me was divine.” She laid her arms around his neck as he stroked her belly fat. “What do you want to do with me?” He smirked and looked at her intently, and in that instant she knew exactly what he was going to do with her and gave him consent to have his way with her. He stood up and took her jeans by the ankles and helped her squirm her way out of them, revealing an expanse of milky thighs that he felt could vanish between. Then he approached and reclined her into the divot of her bed, and as she lay back she felt enveloped by her own weight within a well of sunken mattress and her powerlessness to escape the situation lent her a sudden sensation of extreme vulnerability, and she slipped into a state of total submission as he pushed her belly up and worked his other hand under her fupa and between her half-parted thigh fat until he found wetness, and she moaned ecstatically and grasped at her sheets as his fingertips played around inside her labia and found their way to her clitoris.
The springs screamed as she rolled her massive hips in pleasure. “Oh, that’s good!” she exclaimed, and immediately his hand was closed firmly around her mouth, and she remembered her roommate in a moment of terror, but his hand slid down her face and he gave her chin a sensuous little stroke before he grasped firmly around her neck fat, pushing her head gently but firmly back while he performed his business down between her legs, and she slipped back into rapture, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Next thing she knew his hands were teasing apart the fat of her inner thighs, and he slid his face down between until her thigh fat had engulfed his ears, and she felt his tongue stroking along the bottom of her clitoris, and he groped her legs and belly and breasts and side rolls as he ate her out for what felt to her like an hour. She felt both massive and tiny as he made every reach of her body into a source of his pleasure, rendering her totally physically dominated by his presence. She felt herself melting into the bed, wishing to become one with the bed and with her own pleasure, wishing she could stay and never leave the bed, never lift a muscle again, never have to worry about work or food again or dressing herself or pleasuring herself, just to stay there and become a bed bound object of his affection.
When he finally resurfaced his head, she looked down at him past her naked belly and thought he looked animalistic, ready to devour her, but now she wanted to devour him first, and she motioned for him to help her up, and with great difficulty he helped her stand up out of the depression of her bed, and she undressed him and had him trade places so he was laid back into the depression of the bed. Then she turned around and sat her enormous ass on his legs, backing it up until it threatened to engulf his face, pinning his hands along with the rest of him beneath her weight, and then going to work with her soft chubby fingers and her wet little mouth on his big erect penis. Now it was his turn to stifle screams, and she wiggled her ass fat into his face so his cries were further muffled. “Am I being gentle enough for you?” She asked as she stroked his penis rapidly, knowing he was totally incapable of replying from his position beneath her. “It’s been a little while for me” she remarked, as she wrapped her lips back around his cock and set herself playfully to the objective of making him cum as violently as possible.
After she had taken him in her mouth for a while she became reflective again, and said to him “You know, the last time a guy bought me dinner I ended up sitting on him as well. But I was a lot smaller back then. Like, barely 300 pounds. That was a while ago.” He made some muffled noises of acknowledgment as she continued to work his shaft in her hand. “Do you know, I have no idea how much I weigh anymore these days. Definitely a lot more than 300 pounds. How much do you think I weigh?” she asked. He made some more muffled noises beneath her ass. “Definitely more than most men can handle!” she laughed. Just then, he began shaking and moaning loudly and he ejaculated violently, spilling semen up over her breasts and belly. “I’m happy you like it!” she giggled.
