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The Incident PT 2Ilikebellies
You heard the phone click shut, and some whispering from across the room. The food was ordered; you just knew it. The protests from your abdomen was completely heard to all in the room, coupled by the brief moans that passed your crumb laden lips. Your husband stands perplexed against the far wall, eyes widened. He never knew you like this and you were never planning on telling him. But at least he knows now.
This was a routine of yours. Your best friend would come over and the two of you would eat. Sure there was some chit-chat; but the primary focus was filling up your respective paunches. It was primarily harmless fun, followed by some girl time and a movie. It's never been like this before. Never like this.
Today, something got into Claire; this was side of her you had never seen. It started out like usual; the two of you brought over a large order of delectables. But as Claire entered the room, you noticed it
With the cold metal in your hand, you grasped the doorknob, turned it, and the door gently slid open. You heard moaning just moments ago, muffled by the hollow wood. The carpet feels warm and soft under your feet as you step into the room. There, you see 2 women. Women you know quite well. Women you wouldn't have thought of seeing in this kind of compromising position. You see your wife, just there, laying back on the bed, pillows behind her soft blond hair. Her eyes half open from a caloric hebetude. Her shorts we by her ankles, apparently to give some sort of relief to her tumescent midriff. There was a light speckle of crumbs from around her lips; as she lay there, her head rolling side to side a soft groan escapes her; legs spread wide, making room for her belly. Her hands gripping and gently rubbing. Empty boxes and plates rest at her feet. "Oh....No more..." She says.
You glance to her right and you see the second woman. Her one piece was barely staying on her. An
Mother DearestI wanted what was best for my daughter. Every mother does. I hired the best help; I put the best clothes on her back; her education was superb; it was made clear that she would want for nothing. She was my little girl, and I wanted to give her everything I never had.Ilikebellies
It is hard being a business woman in this day and age. However, I made a successful career for myself. Even more surprising was I did it alone. My darling husband found another muse, a little tramp on 12th and Main. He was a weasel of a man, and I don't know what I saw in him. He grew fat and bald, his eyesight became variable, and his beady eyes stayed perpetually squinted. And his mistress! She was a portly thing; I never did see what he saw in her, either. With his conniving, I had no issue winning custody of our sweet Clara.
Sure she would ask about him from time to time, but she never got a clear answer. I could not bare the thought of her
Rachel's PlanSelfish Desires pt.4bob123456789123
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I got Sam's number that night, messaged him a few days later.
Since then, it's been casual, by which I mean I've basically been using him like a fuck toy, messaging him when I'm horny and sending him back home when I'm finished with him. ‘Friend with benefits,’ I think is the term, though I wouldn't call Sam a 'friend,' exactly, so much as just a fantastic lay. Or that's how I thought about him when I woke up naked in my single-size bed with his warm body pressed tight against mine, whipped cream smeared around my face and pink cake icing filling up my belly button.
I glanced at Sam, still asleep with his arm over my sides, cradling my full belly lovingly. I smiled; he's a bit annoying, but there's potential there for something more. I moved slowly to get out of bed, sneaking off to the bathroom to scrub the stink of sex and the stick of sugar from my body, careful not to wake him up. This was business as usual, up until that.
Too Far Gone“C'mon, babe, jus’ follow the sound o' my voice!” Catalina called from my bedroom. “Got somethin' to show ya!”bob123456789123
It was my nineteenth birthday; the party was over; my parents were sleeping. I’d taken it on myself to start cleaning up when I heard Catalina. I smiled, setting down the big, black garbage bag and walking to my room. “Yeah? You d-” I froze in the doorway, my jaw hanging open.
Catalina looked so proud of herself. She was on my bed, stripped down to her underwear. She sat up straight, swaying as though she might fall over, her soft gut pouring over the front of her panties, hanging down, pudgy, pale and jiggling with every movement. She saw me staring, and smirked, “Like wha'chu see?” she motioned me closer, “Come closer.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. I climbed onto the bed, pulling her close, grabbing her love handles and relishing the feel of her silky-smooth skin giving way to the pressure