Samantha wakes up late on a Saturday. Waking up late has become the norm for her. She used to be so industrious, but since Leila moved in . . .
"Well, a lot of things have changed since Leila moved in," she says to herself, feeling the hot water from the shower pour over her as she conditions her long brown hair. She looks down to see water draining down her midsection. "Like this belly," she says aloud, reaching down and grabbing onto her sizable potbelly. She frowns at how large it feels.
Samantha had always been so fit and slender, never more than 120 pounds before she met Leila. This new belly is a thing of curiosity, of horror and of pleasure all at the same time. She'd never had a belly before. She is learning that having a belly is so sweet and so sensual, so arousing but also so confusing.
Trying not to think about the confusion, she closes her eyes and begins rubbing her belly as conditioner rinses from her shiny hair, making her middle into a soft slick globe beneath her fingers. Her hand drifts further southward, and she thinks about Leila. Such pleasurable thoughts.
"No, I'd better not," she chides herself, fighting her libido as she looks down at the drain.
She thinks about how easily she can now be overcome by what she now sees as a growing problem – not just her belly, but also her growing sexual desires in relationship to getting fatter and –
"Food!" she says aloud and then laughs when her belly rumbles in response. She has become obsessed with eating ever since that night when Leila confessed strange desires to her. It was just two days after Leila had moved in – a mere month since they had met and decided they were soulmates. Samantha thinks back to Leila's announcement.
"I don't know how to say this," Leila said that evening, holding both Samantha's hands in hers as they faced each other on the couch. "I love you, Sam, but –" Her voice trailed off.
"But what? I love you too, Leila. Whatever is wrong, we can overcome it. We're soulmates, remember?"
"Okay, I'm just going to spit it out, Sam." Leila paused, then her thin lips parted and she said the words which would change Samantha's life forever. "I am a feeder."
"What?"
"I want to feed you, Sam, to make you plump and sexy. I know this sounds crazy, but just the thought of it turns me on so much."
Samantha looked puzzled, then chuckled nervously. "You're kidding. You want to make me fat?"
"Yes, it's always been a fantasy of mine to chub up a hot girl like you. Will you do it, Sam?"
Samantha thought about this and was quiet for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. Finally, she spoke. "Well, you are a really a great cook, so I'm probably going to gain a few pounds anyway. So, uhm, sure, Leila, I'll give it a try."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Leila exclaimed jumping up and down on the couch, then plopping herself onto Samantha's lap, kissing her deeply for the longest time.
In the lovemaking whirlwind that followed, Leila had gotten a huge chocolate cake from the kitchen and fed it to Samantha while undressing her and pleasuring her. Before long, they were both lying were in bed, in that woozy dreamy state of post-orgasmic bliss.
Samantha had never been very bold, but she decided to speak up now. "Leila?"
"Yes."
"That was very fun, but I do want there to be some limit on this. I don't want to gain more than 15 pounds; that will put me at 135 pounds – not too big for my height, okay? I don't want to get fat – just a little chubby."
"Sure, anything you say, sweety," Leila said with a gleam in her eye.
Samantha recalls that day with wonder but also with a little fear. The sex and the food had been so wonderful, somehow, she had forgotten that she had set a limit. And it was easy to forget in the blur of decadent pleasure that Leila provided her these last nine weeks.
Leila is fantastic in the bedroom -- and in the kitchen. She has a culinary degree with a special certificate in baking. And when she wasn't plying Samantha with homecooked meals and baked goodies, she was bringing in all manner of fast food – greasy, delicious, and fattening!
Samantha, who used to be so health-conscious, now found herself being regularly stuffed with Macky D burgers and fries! "The D stands for 'delicious'," Leila told her repeatedly.
Samantha chuckles in the shower, thinking of her lover's lips saying those words. But then she quickly stops chuckling, recalling something important.
"I was supposed to stop at 135," Samantha says to herself as she turns off the faucets.
That had been two months ago, and now, here Samantha is with a bulging belly and a ravenous hunger. As she steps out of the shower, she pulls out the bathroom scale and steps on it.
The dial stops at "158" – two pounds more than yesterday when Leila weighed her. Two pounds in one day! How is that even possible? she thinks, then recalls how much she ate the night before -- lasagna and lobster and mmmmmm cheesecake.
"Cheesecake!" she says aloud, recalling that there might be some left in the refrigerator.
She rapidly dries herself off and applies some special skin lotion "to prevent stretch marks," according to Leila. With cheesecake in mind, Samantha slips into bra and thong, then into her tight jean shorts and a cute new blouse she had bought a few weeks ago – a medium size! She had never worn a medium before.
She walks into the kitchen in her barefeet, seeing a note on the table from Leila. "Gone for a walk," it said.
Immediately, Samantha's mind moves to the cheesecake and some forbidden pleasures. Lately, whenever Leila has been gone – or in a deep sleep – Samantha has stuffed herself and pleasured herself secretly.
She starts to unbutton her shorts with one hand and open the refrigerator with the other.
Just then, she hears the creak of the front door hinges.
"I brought you some Macky D's, my gluttonous lady," Leila shouts as she enters the apartment.
"Oh, that's so fattening," Samantha replies with a giggle from the kitchen. She enters the living room to see her lover there with a white grease-soaked bag, a cup and a bakery box. Leila is a few inches shorter than Samantha and now quite slimmer although she has some sexy curves.
They kiss as Leila sets the food on the coffeetable.
"Oh, but don't you like the fattening stuff, Sam?" reaching out to pat Samantha's smooth tanned potbelly.
"No wonder I've gained so much lately. What did you bring me?"
"Just what that belly needs – two double Big Macs, two extra-large orders of friends and a large chocolate shake," Leila says, taking the food out and placing it on the table as she gently leads her lover to the couch and makes her sit. "And in the box, a surprise for dessert."
"Mmmm, just imagine all of that turning into luscious fat for you to enjoy, hun," Samantha says. "More Samantha blubber than ever, huh?"
"Yeah," Leila replies, now sitting down herself, her eyes fixed on how Samantha's belly fat is all bunched up when she is sitting. "Eat it all, my big girl. Don't' stop for a second. Just stuff it on in. See how your waistline is thickening." She reaches over and places her hand on Samantha's soft gut. "How your thighs are growing larger, your hips are widening."
"Mmmm, it feels so good." Samantha takes a large Big Mac bite. "And tastes so good."
