Isla spread around herself in a vast ocean of adipose.
She reclined in a large room. Under her, a sturdy, plastic tarp covered over a landscape of cushions. Morning sunlight cast its yellow rays through the windows and onto lilac walls. She admired the way it caught on her fair skin and brunette hair.
Isla's feet bloated with pudge. The pads of her feet bulged into her toes, which bulged into each other. Her calves padded her ankles in billowing pouches. At a distance, her calves drew wide, arcing curves, but up close, they squiggled cutely with small, faint dimples. Her thighs billowed farther, pushing her legs apart with dense adipose. Deep under her stomach, her massive thighs smooshed her huge mound. She hadn't seen it in years, but between her thighs and stomach, she could feel how big it was. Her legs' gradual slopes ebbed out from her sides and creased sharply into her dense hips. Her butt peaked at her lower back, nudging her love handles, and poured backwards about as far as her arms could reach. Its underside folded inward from the tight packing of its fat.
Her waist extended a fluffy roll atop her hips, draping over it like a dainty skirt. In soft, rolling curves, it blanketed her legs and stopped halfway down her calves. Her broad underbelly, though warm and heavy, stayed dry and fluffy. Isla owed that to Nathan. From her lowest roll, another roll sat on top, which spanned just to the tips of her pudgy little fingers. There, she could barely stroke her deep, cavernous navel. Another two rolls propped on that one, one on either side of her rotund belly. They were like flaps or wings of fat.
Nathan currently applied body powder under her left belly wing. His gentle touch soothed her.
Isla's breasts gushed under her armpits, joining her sides as yet another roll on her waist. Their fat, dense and heavy, laid past her belly wings. They overlooked the sides of her stomach with smooth arcs and peaked with gentle hills. They were probably the roundest parts of her, with gradual, undimpled curves. Their engorged nipples poked into the air.
At her back, she could feel three strata of fat kiss each other. Her love handles cushioned her lower back, below a middle pair of rolls, and topped by the flab over her shoulder blades. Her biceps spread in thick pancakes of pudge over her sideboobs, and they pursed into creases over her pillowy forearms. Her forearms fluffed over her wrists similarly, leading down to her puffy hands.
As she looked down at Nathan, the rolls under her chin bunched together. Her smiling cheeks pushed up into her vision.
Nathan knelt next to her on the tarp. His naked, slim physique conveyed an elegant masculinity. Between his legs, his manly length rested flaccid against his stones. As he lifted her belly wing, his arm flexed what little muscle he possessed. He gripped her wing with gentle fingers widely splayed. His sharp chin contrasted his soft smile. Jet black hair fluffed from his scalp.
Isla's heart fluttered at the sight of him. Ambivalent feelings of appreciation and anxiety swirled together. "Do you still love me?" Despite her heft, her words still came out high and mousey.
He looked up, and his expression drooped. His voice was warm and soft. "Huh? Of course I do!"
Isla drew her hands up to her chest, squishing her forearms into her biceps. "I'm not too big for you?"
Nathan put an open palm to her stomach and massaged in long strokes. His subtle press reassured her. "Nah. I love taking care of you. After a long day of work, our time together is relaxing. What about you, though? Do you think you're too big?"
She giggled sheepishly. She was still embarrassed to admit how she felt about her weight. "I... like how I am." She caressed her breasts, running her pudgy fingers across her plush bosom. She felt surrounded in softness. "It's so peaceful."
His massaging hand, his slender chest, and his affectionate gaze brought other thoughts to her mind, though.
Isla gulped. "Do you think I'd ever get so big that, you know, you stop wanting to, er, make love?"
Now, Nathan grew a crooked, hungry grin. He clutched thick handfuls of her belly. His fingertips pinched her fat without hurting her. "Isla. You know I'm crazy for you!" His cock slowly lengthened, losing its slack.
Isla squeezed her thighs together. She felt her mound and lips grow larger by the day. A catheter could always attend to her needs, but she worried about outgrowing her desires. "What if you couldn't get inside me? Would you still be interested in me physically?"
Nathan's cock crudely pistoned in length. "Of course!"
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Isla laid on her immense stomach. As a broad mattress of flesh, it spread beyond the reaches of her fingers and toes. Her midsection was unfathomably heavy, she knew, but when she rested on top of it, all she felt was its plush cushiness. Her arms melted easily into her flowing waist, while her chunky fingers toyed at malleable pudge. Her legs sprawled across her vast underbelly, relaxing their dense heft. She tensed her thighs in anticipation, and a knowing tingle flitted between her legs. Her corpulent toes kneaded her stomach playfully. She couldn't get up from this bed, but she had no reason to.
Her breasts piled under her chest and gushed outward. Their ever-growing peaks gave her blubbery cheeks a fluffy place to lay her head. The massive mammaries expanded well beyond her reach, but their pillowy density still allowed her to adjust them. She gripped a handful of her breast to fluff it against her face.
Nathan's hands plapped in her lower belly, between her feet. His weight pressed into her. "Alright, darling, you ready?"
Isla shook her hips, sloshing her ass. The two rounded mountains wobbled into each other and grazed over her thighs. "Hyesh!" Her heavy cheeks pressed in on her face, slurring her speech.
He drew one knee up into her underbelly. His knee pinched her stomach against the tarp, but it would be a momentary pain. Crawling, he slid up between her legs. His hands grabbed at her luscious fat, teasing her. His forearms brushed her tender thighs. His hands seized her ass, one cheek in each hand. He ripped them open and plunged his hips between them.
Fresh air brushed her needy, exposed pussy.
With his weight distributed along his legs, and with his feet on the tarp, his pinch on her body dulled. His hard cock brushed her fluffy outer labia. He lowered his hips, and his lubed cock found easy passage through her inflated mound.
Fat had swelled in Isla's mons pubis, extending the length of her slit. Without a good lube, Nathan's manhood would chafe against her bloated pussy long before he reached her vulva proper.
And so, his six-inch length dove between her fluffy lips. By then, he was about halfway in. He flexed his thighs against her tubby legs and his abs against her huge ass, and he delved deeper. His hips mashed her mons into her underbelly, and his thrust pushed his tense balls into her mound. As his hips crushed her mound uncomfortably, his head passed into her vulva. There, he swished her natural lube tantalizingly. He grunted, tensing his muscles further. His hips compressed her squishy mound painfully, like he was about to burst it. His head tickled the outside of her vagina. "How--far--am--I?"
Isla clenched her teeth in pain. "Nhot fahr enough! And hyou're hurting me!"