Their tongues touched at the tip and circled each other. His free
hand explored the rolls on her neck and above her plump melons. Her
arms reached out to touch his face and pulled him in for a deeper,
wetter kiss. He could feel her breasts and the folds of fat surrounding
them push against his chest. The pounding of his heart caused small
ripples to propagate over her chest.
She touched a control on the chair. Her weight shifted and moved as
she rolled on her side with the aid of the chair, which was changing
shape to turn her over safely without crushing her arm. Her body spread
out again in a vast pillow the size of an overstuffed beanbag chair.
Her arm disappeared under her body, presumably into a depression formed
in the chair. When on her side the fat pulled away from her body in
separated layers of flab. Her catsuit snapped off under the strain;
She was naked.
He kissed her again and she said, "I want you to slip your cock
between
two of my tummy rolls and fuck 'em. Be careful, don't cum in my belly - I
want you to shoot inside my real pussy! Look for the spot and stick it in
there..."
Spot? He got on his knees next to her, and noticed that there was a
light-
brown oval patch between the roll under her breast and the next one
down. It Looked like a smooth birth mark.
"I had some genital tissue grafted there and wired up. It's feels
just
like the real thing to me...why don't you give it a try?"
He was sure the fold was more than deep enough to hold his entire
penis.
He reached down with his left hand and shoved it between the rolls. She
moaned
and parted her legs slightly in reflex as he pushed his hand in. The
gap was warm and filled with sweat. He shook his hand in the fat and
watched
her belly shake, then pulled his hand out. He then rubbed the sweat
on to the surface of the rolls in a circle around the point he would
enter. The rolls looked like a wet slit, and all he could think of was
how good it would feel to slip into that gash. He spread the rolls
slightly with his left hand, and guided his cock in with his right. She
shook slightly as he pushed in. He began thrusting slowly, stopping as
his pelvis touched her belly. Her tummy-pussy was warm and wet, and
felt like an over-cushioned vagina.
"Deeper...slam into me...", she said, running her hand over his damp
chest. He began thrusting deeper into her body. Each time he slammed
into her side, her fat shook in waves that ran up and down her torso.
He grabbed a handful of the rolls he was fucking and held them as steady
as he could so that his cock would not slip out between pushes. She
reached her free hand around his body and grabbed his ass. As he drove
in, her hand rode on his butt, squeezing and kneading the hard muscle.
He was totally absorbed by the act of fucking her flab. He could feel
an orgasm pushing its way to the surface, but before he had to suppress
it, she began twitching and moaning as she had an intense orgasm of her
own.
He slowed and stopped his thrusting. A rosy sex-flush began showing
on
her body, and sweat now covered the surface of her flesh as well as the
spaces between her massive folds. The moisture brought out the smell
of her perfume. He stroked her for a few moments, and then she
said. "I'd like a massage to get things going again. There's a bottle
of oil in that cabinet over there."
He retrieve a two-liter bottle of body oil from the cabinet, and
then asked her, "Where should I start?"
She answered by activating the controls of the chair/bed again. The
surface of the bed distorted and moved, and she was rolled on to her
belly. As she flopped over, her blubber shook and settled in the Moon's
gentle pull. A depression formed under her to accommodate her enormous
belly. Her back was wonderful. Her black hair met two massive pads of
fat that rode on her shoulder blades. Each was buckled into many small
folds. The rest of her back was covered by a complex of wrinkled rolls
that were all smaller that huge rolls of her stomach. They met the top
of her ass and blended into it. Her ass was remarkable. It consisted
of two squarish mounds of fat that rose up from the bed. Each cheek
must have weighed a hundred pounds. The surfaces of her buns were covered
by faint bumps and pockets of cellulite - just enough to give her ass an
interesting texture. (He was sure her surgeons had done this on
purpose.) He noticed the sweet smell of her sex for the first time, and
caught the glint of pussy lubricant smeared on her inner thighs.
He poured a quarter of the bottle on her back with a splash, and
began working it in with this hands and forearms. The oil flowed into
the creases and folds on her back. He worked his hands into the fat,
fascinated with the feel of it. It was soft, warm and slippery. He
grabbed handfuls that squirted out of his grasp, and plunged his arms
deep into the rolls on her sides. She motioned for him to get on her
back, and he mounted her. He laid on her back with his stomach flat
against her. He moved his arms and legs over her as if making a snow
angel. His cock was still rock-hard, and plunged straight down into the
cushion of her body. He rolled off and worked more oil into the fat
rolls, he himself now slippery with the lubricant.
She operated the controls another time, and was flopped over on her
back once again. He poured another large quantity of oil on her belly and
began working it in. She pulled him in for another wet kiss. As their
faced drew near, he could hear the slurping sound of her oiled fat rolls
sliding against each other. Their tongues twisted savagely around each
other. Hers was strong and thick - much larger than his. He poured the
remainder of the 2-liter bottle on her and spread the oil around. Her
slippery breasts lost purchase with her belly and began sliding off to
each side and drooped to the left and right. Her massive body was now a
shiny wet pillow of folded softness. When she was flat on her back, her
belly was a smooth heap that rose far above the bed. He had never seen
someone look so hot...
[end of part 2]