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The next thing you know, bright sunlight is streaming through the windows and burning into your eyes. You blink and rub your eyes, groaning. A moment later you look around, once again confused and disoriented, but eventually determine that you're in Rya's bed. Right after that, you hear heavy footsteps and Rya appears in the doorway. She's crammed into a smart business blouse up top and some stretchy sweatpants down below. Her hair is gathered into a ponytail, the inky bundle disappearing elegantly down her back.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says cheerfully. "I've got a work call in about five minutes, so steer clear of the dining table for about the next hour. You're unfortunately on your own for breakfast, but you'll have full run of the kitchen – I'll make it up to you later!" she says, slapping you on the shoulder and heading out of the room.
You grunt and rub your eyes again, still trying to orient yourself and process Rya's instructions. Rya turns to leave, takes about a half-step, then abruptly pauses and turns back to you, "Oh, right. I took the liberty of charging your phone. It's on the nightstand, and you should probably let your job know you won't be in today."
Still struggling to wake up, you blink dimly in reply.
"There's coffee in the kitchen already, too. Ok, talk to you soon, sexy guy!" Rya blows you a kiss and leaves the bedroom.
You notice at the last second that Rya has on some light makeup, and she looked positively radiant. Yawning heavily, you finally sit yourself up. Everything is stiff from being basically comatose last night, and the pounding in your head demands prompt application of coffee. First things first. Your new job, oh so important.
Dragging your phone close, you check the clock. Good, it's not quite 9. You quickly dash out an email to your supervisor that you aren't feeling great and need to take the day off. It's even sorta true. You finally stand and stretch, and groan again as you head towards the bathroom. You rinse out your mouth, rinse your face, and generally freshen up. Shutting off the faucet, you hear half of a conversation coming from the living room. Rya seems to be discussing a programming project with somebody. Cautiously leaning around the doorjamb, you see Rya sitting smartly at the dining table, laptop screen (and presumably the dreaded camera) facing her and away from you.
"...idea about swapping to a pointer-based method was clever, but look at line 4258. It'll pass bad data if we do that, unfortunately, so we need another approach." she says into a headset. "...okay, understood. And how about you email me a transcript once it's complete? Great. Thanks, Jen."
Rya spares only a moment to glance at you. She seems to want your presence to be kept quiet, so you simply tiptoe your way to the kitchen, giving her workspace a wide berth. Grabbing a glass and opening the tap only slightly, you fill a glass of water. It hits your tongue like life itself, and in moments you've quaffed and refilled the glass. Next you quietly fetch a mug for some coffee, selecting one with a whimsical cartoon lady dumping steamy liquid out of a kettle. The day's pot is passable, and you take a few sips of the brew as you look for breakfast foods. Ultimately you decide on a big bowl of cereal after rummaging through Rya's pantry, and grab an already-opened box of Harvest Flakes. You float the cereal with some milk (whole, because of course it is), then quietly haul the bowl and your coffee to the living room, which keeps you well away from Rya's work camera. Meanwhile, Rya and her coworkers continue to chitchat. They're discussing some new project, or maybe the same one. It doesn't really matter – it's not your business so you try to zone out and not eavesdrop. You settle into the couch, get your meal situated, and start thumbing through the day's news and memes on your phone.
An hour or so later, Rya and her coworkers wrap up their work call and chat for a bit more. Rya bows out pretty quickly. "I need to get going, so I'll leave you be, too," she says. After she hangs up, she closes the laptop and wobbles over to you in the living room. "Sorry about that," she says. "The lighting in that corner is great in the morning, and the client insisted on a video meeting. I do have a few pressing things to do later today, but I want to make sure I send you off properly before I get swallowed by a busy day."
You smile up at her. "No biggie," you say.
"I'm serious," she giggles. "I can spare a couple hours right now."
"What did you have in mind?" You ask, turning to face Rya square on.
She scoots in close, looming over you. As a grin spreads on her round face, she slowly reaches up to one of the buttons on her blouse, where her ample bosom has strained the creamy fabric taut. Her hand inches towards the button, before undoing it with a slightly clumsy movement. She steadily goes from button to button, incrementally showing more and more skin, until her bra is on full display. It's a mostly sheer thing of black lace, gently cradling her heavy jugs. Her flabby chest rises and falls in time with her breathing.
"Now, before you get the wrong idea, I'm not ready to fuck just yet." Rya says, still above you as you watch on the couch. You're reflexively disappointed, but her next words rekindle your excitement a bit. "But I'm still ok with getting a little handsy..."
"That's what I like to hear," you nod eagerly.
Rya grins at you and leans forward, all but smothering your face between her creamy melons. As you excitedly squish your face into Rya's chest, she braces her hands on either side of you, and slowly climbs onto the couch and straddles your lap.
"I like you," Rya says, running a hand through your hair and giving you a deep, slightly sloppy kiss.
Her plush warmth envelops you like a heavy blanket. Your lap disappears under her chunky thighs and pillowy belly, then you're slowly squished into the cushions as Rya settles her hefty weight onto you. Her chubby flesh feels like contentment itself, and your hands are instinctively wandering all over her supersized curves, grabbing and shaking delightful handfuls of warm pudge.
"I do too," you whisper into her neck. "I really like you, Rya."
Rya laughs, her face flushed with excitement. She grabs your shoulders, and leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Thanks for being so patient with me. I really appreciate it."
You grin, nodding, "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not very good at this, either."
Rya chuckles, and kisses you again. After caressing your lips for a while, she leans back a bit, setting all her weight onto your lap. You quietly grunt happily as you're thoroughly pinned under her heft. Hands now free, Rya fully unbuttons her blouse, and pulls it all the way open. You get a face full of her dark lacy bra, which is strained by her heavy breasts but gives them a fantastic shape. She reaches down and grabs your wrists, pulling your hands towards her. Instantly, you grasp her massive jugs, which are full, round, and heavy, even softer and warmer than you could have imagined. She moans and arches her back, pressing her chest into your hands. You begin gently massaging Rya's breasts through her bra, delicately grabbing handfuls of each squishy tit. Rya's eyes flutter shut as she revels in the sensation. "You like them?"
"Oh, yeah," you reply breathlessly. "So much to play with and grab... Plus you're so warm and cozy... Rya, I don't think I could ever go back to skinny girls."
Rya grins down at you as you continue squishing her breasts. "You better keep me happy then," she says with a flirty giggle.
Without a second thought, you breathe, "I will. One hundred percent."
Rya leans forward and plants a kiss on your forehead. "I'm glad you think I'm worth keeping happy," she says, pulling your hands away from her breasts and returning them to your lap.
"Because I definitely think you're worth keeping happy," she says.
She runs her hands down her big soft stomach, finding the waistband of her sweatpants. She slips her hands under the waistband, and slides the band under her hanging gut. Then, she releases her grip on the waistband, and lets her heavy stomach flop onto your lap. You're surprised to feel the wind slightly knocked out of you as Rya's corpulent stomach thumps against you. She giggles and rubs her warm, smothering belly gently against yours. You can't help but grin.
"Lift up your hands," she gently commands.
You do so, then Rya reaches down and peels off your undershirt. She leans in, making sure her blubbery gut is squished tightly against your own paunchy belly. You exhale in exhilaration as Rya grinds her tummy against you, savoring the feeling of fat rubbing against fat.
"Mmm, that feels good," you say.
"Yeah, I think I like you like this," Rya says, laughing. "Fat on fat is pretty sexy, huh?"
You grin. "I never thought of it like that, but yeah, it's true."
Rya giggles and grinds her stomach against you some more. She stops after a few gyrations, and grabs your hand again, directing it to a spot at the front of her lacy bra. She shifts her shoulders, squeezing her huge breasts together, and explains, "The... clasp is under there. Do you want to open it up?"
"Oh, God, yes," you say.
With shaky hands, you fumble with the clasp at the front of her bra. It turns out to be a set of several small hooks and loops rather than just one, but you manage to open them all with a minimum of awkwardness. Rya's bra promptly bursts away under the weight of her tits. You immediately cup a hand under each revealed jug, and return to gently fondling them. They are heavy and jiggly, and you're mesmerized by their almost fluid movement. Rya's erect nipples press into your palms, and she lets out a gasp of pure lust as you run your thumbs over them.
"God, your chest feels amazing," you say, running your hands all over her sumptuous jugs.
"No, you do, baby," she says, running her hands all over your own wrists and up your forearms.
At that moment you become aware of stiffly your erect cock is pressing into Rya's flabby middle. She must have noticed as well, because she seemingly unconsciously begins to slowly gyrate her wide hips. Her tits gently bounce up and down as she does so, and her belly sloshes heavily against your chest. Abruptly she lets out an uncomfortable gasp, and suddenly collapses forward, her face pressing into your chest, sucking air through clenched teeth.
"What?" you say, startled.
Rya's face is contorted with discomfort, and she pants heavily. "I'm so sorry, baby," she gasps, then reaches towards her hip. "I got a cramp."
"It's okay," you say, "I'll help you through it."
"Ok. I... Need to be sitting differently."
Rya continues to lay on you like a hot, heavy blanket, and quietly groans in pain. "Fuck," she whispers. "A hip muscle is suddenly really mad at me. I think I need your help to turn over."
"Tell me what to do," you say.
At Rya's direction, you wrap your arms around her well-padded ribcage as best you can, then she braces her arms and her good leg. Together, you sway her left and right, building momentum each time. Finally on a count of three, you strongly rotate your core as she pushes off. Rya rolls heavily to the side, landing on her big squishy ass and gently coming to rest next to you on the couch.
"Sorry, baby," she says. "That was really rough."
"It was kind of fun," you say.
"I'll be okay. Just give me a minute." Rya flexes her thick legs, groaning slightly. She then shifts to check her stiff hip to the side, plants her hands onto her doughy thigh, and stretches. She hisses then gasps in relief as you hear a quiet pop come from her hip. She relaxes and lays back heavily on the couch for a little while. "I'm so out of shape," she whines.
You chuckle. "It's okay. I like you like this."
Rya shoots a glare at you that you can't immediately parse. "I'm not complaining about being fat, I'm complaining about being weak," she clarifies.
"Oh. Rya, I'm sorry, I -"
"It's fine, I'm not mad. Part of me kind of digs being a fatass, even being this big, but I really should try to be less of a cupcake."
"You seem pretty flexible to me, and I daresay you can move pretty good," you offer.
"Yeah, I guess. I should still probably hit the exercise bike some more."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Rya clarifies with a chuckle. "I'm surprised you didn't notice it in the bedroom. It's actually kind of special, since most companies don't make a bike that can handle all my ass."
Rya then winces and asks, "Is it okay if I lay next to you...?"
"Go ahead," you say.
"Thanks."
With huffs and a ton of jiggling, Rya rotates again on the couch. She lays back across your lap and rests her head on a pillow near your thighs. Your hands immediately start caressing her chub. In spite of everything, Rya smiles immediately. "It was fun while it lasted, and I suppose it's just as well. I didn't want to go much further than that today."
"I understand."
She then closes her eyes, enjoying your touch and gently working the knot out of her hip. You lay like that for a few long, happy minutes. The silence is broken by a loud rumble of hunger from your stomach.
"That noise never fails," Rya says with a grin.
"Sorry," you mutter, blushing.
"No, I'm good to get up, and I'm hungry too," she says.
Rya hauls herself upright, coaxes her tits back into place, and re-clasps her bra. She leaves her blouse open, though. She straightens up with a grunt and a huff, then motions you to follow her to the kitchen. "I'll handle everything, you just stand there and look cute," she says.
Rya rummages through the refrigerator and pulls out a few items, staging them out next to the stove.
"So, Rya," you start, somewhat nervously. "I think we both have somewhat complicated relationships with bodies and with food. I know it's not very sexy, but do you think it'd be good to lay out our kink comfort zones up front?"
"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, setting a pan on the stove. "What do you mean?"
"So like, I already told you about Amber and all the weird stuff tied up in that," you say.
"Oh, that," Rya says, turning to face you attentively. It seems oddly poignant that you're standing in front of Rya in your just your boxers as you say this. With her blouse wide open and her abundant chub hanging out, Rya certainly seems to be matching your vibe of vulnerability.
"So, even now there's a part of me that wants to be skinny again. But I think I'm starting to accept more and more that I'm most likely going to be chunky from here on out," you say hesitantly.
"I understand," Rya says. She thoughtfully rubs and kneads her pillowy belly as she speaks, "Once in a rare while, I'll still have a freakout over how big I am. I weigh more than three times what I should for my frame. It's a hell of a thing to really think about."
"Yeah, I can imagine"
"But... I've gotten to the point where I can usually relax and not beat myself up over it. I'm generally happy with the way I am. I might still have a bad day though," she continues. "So can I count on you to help me feel better if I ever feel like a gross blubbery slob or if somebody manages to get under my skin?"
"Absolutely. I'll do whatever I can to help you feel better."
Rya smiles at you, and you once again notice how damn pretty she actually is. "So I guess general rule, I'm into 'fat talk', but be nice," she continues. "On the flip side, I do actually like having a big, hungry lover myself. I like being fed, hell I like being stuffed, but as I'm sure you can imagine I won't like it if I think you're degrading me at the same time."
"I understand one hundred percent," you say. "The pig snout will stay in the trash."
"The what?" Rya blurts out, her eyes going wide. "She didn't!"
"Yeah, she did," you say, pushing down a memory of Amber strapping a rubber pig nose over your own before an intense and degrading feeding session.
"What the fuck, Anon..." Rya says sadly, shaking her head. "God your ex really was the worst."
"The list goes on and on," you say, gesturing with your finger as though going down an imaginary checklist. "I'm sure you'll understand if I don't mention them all."
Rya looks at you with the most genuine sympathy you've ever seen. "I won't make you relive those memories," she says quietly. "That said, I'll be there for you if you ever do decide to work through them, ok?"
"I appreciate that," you say, and you mean it.
Rya shuffles over a couple steps and adds a bagged loaf of bread to her prep area.
"So," you resume. "I think you generally know my deal and my hangups, and it sounds like we're actually pretty aligned regarding fat-related kinks."
"I think so too," she nods.
"I'll take it from the top just so there's no confusion," you say, then recite, "I haven't been fat for all that long, but I'm growing to accept it. Like you, I'd like to remain fit in spite of my weight. I love a big meal, especially if a beautiful girl is pushing it down my throat." You pointedly glance at Rya.
Rya's cheeks flush. "I'm more than happy to oblige," she says, smiling.
"My one real hangup is over why I'm getting fed," you continue. "My girl knows I like having a full belly and she's filling it up to make me happy? Good. She thinks making me fat will make me undesirable to other girls? Bad."
"I understand, no confusion here." Rya says, nodding thoughtfully.
You walk up to Rya and take her hands. You smile, look her in the eye and say, "I think we're uniquely compatible, and I've got a good feeling about this."
Rya nods, smiling back, and suddenly she leans in and kisses you. It's a nice kiss, and you quickly move to deepen it, but Rya gently pushes you away and says, "I can feel your tummy growling from here." She then chuckles to herself, turns up a dial on the stove, and starts spreading some butter on the pan. She glances at the clock on the oven. "Plenty of time," she says to herself. She turns to face you once more. She grins at you and says, "I'd like to test a boundary already."
"Go for it," you smirk back.
"I can't have you going home with an empty stomach. So instead I'm going to stuff you like a sausage so you'll have something to remember while we're apart," she says with a toothy grin.
"A little aggressive," you say. "But acceptable."
Rya raises her eyebrow at you and grins. "Alright. Head to the dining table and get comfy. I hope you're hungry!"
"Bring it on."
"Famous last words, mister," Rya giggles, then turns to cook in earnest.
You saunter over to the table, and for the next hour or so Rya does indeed bring it on. With her help, you polish off two heaping grilled cheese bacon sandwiches, a big pile of chips, and a tomato salad that must have been mostly dressing. Another big wad of carbs and grease, delivered with manifest love.
By the time you've finished your meal, you're beyond sated and stuffed to the gills. Rya finishes off the last bites of her own heavy lunch as you sway on your chair. Your hands unconsciously rub over your hugely bloated stomach, and your body is awash in euphoria. Rya glances at the clock again. "Ok, my lovely hungry man, I think it's time I took you home."
It takes a huge effort for you to nod. Even with Rya's help, getting all your clothes back on is a challenge. Your pants are a particular struggle, though you barely manage to do up the zipper. The button's a no-go, but your belt and an untucked shirt preserve your modesty. Even after re-dressing, you're still pretty deep in your post-binge haze, and Rya helps you waddle out to her car. You almost doze off during the drive back to your place, and are surprised when you arrive. Rya sends you out the door with a sensual lingering kiss, then you stumble your way back to your condo. You trudge up your stairs and into your apartment, sleepily fumbling with the keys. Eventually you manage to get the door open, then clumsily kick off your shoes and collapse onto your bed. The gurgling of your bloated gut is the perfect lullaby in that moment, and you fall into a blissful food coma.
A few hours later you come to, feeling less weighed down. Grudgingly but dutifully you peel off your worn-too-long clothes and totter into the shower. Your whole body feels heavy from the weekend of laziness and bingeing, but the hot water and soap steadily rejuvenates you. After pulling on some loose, comfy clothes and spend the rest of your day loafing about. Rya's finished her work by the evening, and the two of you link up to game for a bit, exchanging quick cute pleasantries between matches.
However, when you log out of the game later, you linger on the voice call. "Hey Rya, I've got a couple of quick questions before I shut down for the night."
"Sure, fire away."
"First off, and I'm absolutely not complaining, what got into you this morning for that makeout session after your work call?"
Rya breaks into a fit of giggles. "Oh that. So there's this porno vid where a really fat lady boss seduces a skinny intern. I was reminded of it when I saw my work outfit in the morning."
"Really?" you ask, arching an eyebrow. "I'm not exactly skinny, you know."
The register of Rya's voice makes your spine tingle, "You are when compared to me."
"Awww, come on Rya," you say, rolling your eyes.
Rya giggles again, this time with a tinge of embarrassment. "It's fine! Honestly, it was a huge boost to my confidence to have an actual playbook to reenact."
"Well," you reply. "I like confident Rya, just as much as I like shy Rya. Any Rya is good Rya to me."
Rya's laughter is warm and bright, "Real smooth."
You laugh with her for a bit. "So the other thing," you say after calming down.
Rya mm-hms, ready to reply.
"You mentioned earlier liking a soft lover. Maybe I'm focusing in too much on the specific wording, but you didn't say boyfriend."
Rya hesitates for a moment, "I...I really like you, Anon."
"And I like you too, Rya."
A sigh on Rya's side of the call. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I was hiding something. The reason I used that word is because I have been with a few girls along with guys. I figured it wasn't immediately relevant, and that it'd come out naturally."
"Okay, that's not an issue at all," you reply.
"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot to take in, I just-"
"Nono, don't apologize. Honestly, I shouldn't have pried. I'm sorry, it's your life and your business."
Rya isn't upset. She explains, "It's ok, I was probably going to tell you soon anyways, even if it doesn't really change anything."
"How do you mean?"
Rya chuckles sadly, "Honestly, Anon, my dating standards have been so trash that dudes and girls were about equally shitty to me. They were usually either horny shitheads who themselves had low standards and wanted an easy lay, or they were fetishists who made things weird in a hurry."
"Jesus," you exclaim. "Rya, I really am sorry, I didn't mean to try and dig up some bad memories."
"It's fine, I don't mind sharing this with you," she says, but you can't tell if she's upset.
"You know I didn't have to tell you the truth, right?"
"Yes?" You say uncertainly.
"You're not forcing me to recall every douchebag I've dated, you know. I'm telling you freely. Plus this whole.... Thing is connected to our talk about kinks and body image. Especially one girl in particular."
"Okay," you say, letting Rya talk.
"Her name was Maria. She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was the best. She was my best partner before you, in fact. Maria was sweet as could be but she had crippling body image issues. I'll keep it brief; basically she was an up and coming track star going into college. She got hurt early in her freshman year, and put on a lot of weight while she recovered. She then washed out of the team and had her scholarship slashed."
"Poor girl," you say.
"She managed to finish her degree, but the added stress meant the weight kept coming. I met her while working for her company, a finance firm. I thought she was cute, so once I wrapped up my contract, I... Well I was actually feeling a little confident, so I asked her out."
"How did she react?" you ask.
"She tentatively accepted, but we wound up hitting it off. It was fun enough, but she never could let go of getting back to her old body."
"I think I can relate," you say.
"Maybe. Maria had a small frame, so even though her weight wasn't nearly as stupid as mine, she was pretty round and she hated it. She had a minor meltdown when she really grasped how my fatty lifestyle actually worked. She swore to slim down, and I did my best to help her. I do actually know how to cook healthy stuff, and she actually prompted me to get myself that heavy-duty exercise bike."
"I'm sure you did great," you say.
"I tried," Rya replies sadly. "Maria just couldn't lose any weight, no matter what. She was perpetually tired and grumpy, and steadily more frustrated. She couldn't accept that her body had changed, and I think she wound up transferring all of her self-loathing onto me and my big body."
"That's awful!"
"I'd learned to grow a bit of spine by then, so I didn't put up with it for long. She had another minor meltdown when I dumped her. It was pretty sad actually – Maria finally realized what she'd been doing, but I told her I couldn't be her emotional punching bag any more. I sent her away with the hope that she could make peace with her upsized body."
"How did she react to that?" you ask.
"Pretty well, all told," Rya says. "She was of course gutted to have fucked things up with me. But ultimately she agreed that she needed to work on loving herself before trying to love someone else. I haven't kept in touch, but I hope she's doing well. This was actually only a few months before you and I met."
"I'm sorry," you say, "I had no idea."
Rya sighs on the other end, "It's alright. We'll be here forever if we trade war stories of bad breakups and shitty exes. Thanks for listening, Anon."
"I'm glad you felt comfortable sharing," you say.
"Thanks for being a good listener. Really, I appreciate it."
"Any time, Rya. And I really mean that."
Rya makes an excited squeak. She says, "Aw that's worth a big old kiss right now. But I'll have to defer it until lunchtime tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Hell yeah," you say. "Just let me know when and where we're meeting up."
"Will do. Now get yourself some sleep, mister corporate bigshot," she says with a cute giggle, then hangs up.
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Rya makes good on her promise the next day, treating you to a sushi lunch and a sensual kiss that had you worried about getting kicked out.
The rest of the week flies by. Work, lunches, weight room, gaming. Knowing for certain that Rya will keep you well-fed prompted you to intensify your lifting. Again, you're under no illusions about slimming down, you "just" want to keep your strength up. But that doesn't mean you don't enjoy yourself – you've always liked being able to move heavy stuff, and it feels good to keep a connection with your younger self even if there's more of you now. Friday rolls around and you split the bill on a fancy seafood dinner. It was a big meal, to be sure, but you almost sense a gathering storm of sorts. Well, maybe it was also the fact that Rya told you to bring a loose outfit in your weekend bag. At midnight, the clock ticks over to Saturday as you're watching some cheesy old B-movie with Rya. The moment comes and goes with no fanfare, and a little while later, you and Rya snuggle into her cozy bed.
You stir late on Saturday morning and are surprised to see Rya in bed next to you – she's usually up well before you. As soon as you move, she slowly rolls herself over towards you, and the two of you cuddle for a pleasant while. You ask her what she's doing, and she says she was just waiting for you to wake up.
"Rya, what time is it?"
"It's a little after ten."
As you process this information, you feel hungry, but you distinctly hear a hungry rumble deep within Rya's soft belly. She's not quite as perky as she was last night.
"Do you want to get some breakfast?"
"Uh, duh?" she giggles, wobbling a handful of her gut.
You kiss her soft cheek and say, "You stay here. It's your turn to be treated good. I'll fix some breakfast in bed."
Rya grins and says, "Aw, you spoil me, big boy."
You smile back for a moment then take off for the kitchen. By now you're plenty acquainted with her kitchen layout, and in no time you've got some coffee started and helped yourself to a couple of cookies as pre-breakfast. In short order, you fry up some eggs and sausage, and have also prepped a hearty stack of toast. Piling the greasy bounty onto a serving tray, you head back to the bedroom and find Rya waiting for you with a groggy but excited expression. As the two of you start eating, you ask, "Hey, Rya, I'm not complaining, but you're usually up way before me. What changed today?"
She's quiet for a moment, and then says, "I don't know. I just felt like staying in bed with you today."
After shoveling down a jam-drenched bite of toast, she adds, "Yeah, I don't normally need a lot of sleep, but I can sleep in if I want to!"
"You don't have to do anything," you say, "But if you want to, you can."
Rya nods, then turns her attention back to her food. Breakfast doesn't last long against the two of you, and Rya coos with delight as you bus the dirty plates back to the kitchen. Appetite satisfied for the moment, Rya rolls out of bed and waddles into the living room, but not before fetching some snacks for the day. She pushes a bag of chips into your hand then hauls you towards the couch and powers up the TV, setting the stage for a cozy, lazy Saturday. The early evening arrives, and by now the two of you are ready for a good meal. Rya turns towards you with a sly grin, "Alright Anon, I had a somewhat special idea for dinner tonight."
"Oh? What's that?" you ask.
"Get those sweatpants on, honey, because we're going to hit an all-you-can-eat buffet tonight."
"Oh hell yeah. Glad I listened to you when packing!"
Rya grins and says, "You should always listen to me!" She rolls off of the couch and heads towards the bedroom, no doubt looking for a loose outfit.
A quick dig through your bag produces a suitably comfy outfit: a pair of black sweatpants with a generous waist and a roomy sports jersey. Socks and shoes go on, then you take a quick second to scrub your hair backwards with your fingers, pretending to put a little effort into your appearance.
Rya returns as you're futzing with the laces on your sweatpants. She's dressed similarly to you, in a pair of black leggings and a loose purple v-neck shirt. After a moment to conspicuously ogle her hefty cleavage, you suddenly get a mischievous idea. You reach down and pull out the elastic waistband, chuckling as you show off just how much room you still have to grow in them. Rya grins but tilts her head in confusion.
"Would you still be into me even if I get fat enough to stretch these out?" You tease, inviting Rya to imagine you with hundreds of extra pounds and particularly a huge belly that would strain the held-out waistband.
"Oh, I'd still be into you," Rya giggles, playfully slapping your ass as she wraps her arms around your midsection. "It'd be more of you, how could I not love that?"
Pleased with her answer, you grin and tie off the sweatpants, then pull your pudgy girlfriend in for a quick kiss. After a moment, you release her, and smile. "Okay, let's roll, babe!"
"Oh, we're going to be rolling tonight once we're done," Rya giggles as you head towards her SUV.
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The two of you arrive at the buffet joint, a campy country-themed chain called The Big O. While maneuvering through the parking lot, you're dismayed to notice a large knot of people gathered in front of the restaurant. Rya purses her lips but dutifully continues across the asphalt. A moment later, she spots a big charter bus and the crowd gravitating towards it. They're obviously leaving.
"That could have been bad," you say. A moment later, Rya parks her SUV and the two of you waste no time, promptly hopping out and heading towards the front door. Your big girlfriend giggles and smiles as you hold the door for her, and she reciprocates by covering the tab for buffet access. Your stomach promptly snarls with hunger, and you can barely hear a sympathetic growl from within Rya. She shoots you a quick grin as the cashier lazily handles the payment, and you grasp Rya's pudgy palm. Hand-in-hand, the two of you claim a cozy table, then begin your assault on the food line.
Grabbing whatever catches your eye, you mostly lean towards finger foods: garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, fried pickles, even a chocolate cookie and the least-sad tomatoes and bell peppers you could find. For her part, Rya's piled her plate with dumplings, chicken fingers, and bread rolls. You survey each other's plates with goofy smiles, then settle back at your table and dig in. Neither of you says much. Tonight isn't a romantic evening so much as a primal gorge. The food manages to crack "decent" at best, but you're having more fun gleefully shoveling greasy junk food into your face. Your first plate would constitute a cheat meal for normal people, but you're just getting started. Rya's still working on her portion, and she waves off your offer to bring her something, so you return to the food line alone.
Your second plate is much heavier on meats. Chicken tenders (following Rya's lead), pigs in a blanket, and a heaping helping of steak tips, making sure to really get some extra juice and gravy. As you're sampling your latest haul on the way back to the table, you're struck by the notion that Rya might be an even worse influence on your waistline than Amber was. In turn, you're a bit surprised by how little that notion bothers you at the moment.
While scarfing down the chicken tendies (and being pleasantly surprised by the spicy breading) you finally take a moment to really soak in the surrounding restaurant. A scattering of chintzy "cowboy-style" decor and some god-awful pop-country music actually prime you for a spot of people-watching. You're actively munching on a fresh tendie when you notice that the only people even close to skinny are the waitstaff. Every single guest group is some degree of "fat". A knot of chubby frat bros. A family with a balding rotund dad, a frazzled blonde mom with tights stretched over a billowing tractor-ass, plus a pie-faced kid absorbed by a tablet. A portly gray-haired couple whom you caught feeding each other bites of something fried. Young dark-skinned lovers who immediately remind you of yourself and Rya, except both the guy and the girl are even more massive. You also notice a lot of loose T-shirts, leggings, and sweatpants on said plus-sized folks. And you notice that nobody's staring. Neither at you, nor Rya, nor your indulgent portions. You swallow the rest of your chicken tender and pat your girlfriend on the hand, "Hey, Rya, I think we've found our people."
She giggles softly, then squeezes your hand before replying, "Not regretting joining the fat side?"
"Less and less each day," you smile, "Especially since I can just eat however much I want. And I want to eat a lot right now!"
You laugh briefly before stuffing a whole pig in a blanket into your mouth. Rya gazes at you adoringly, then hefts herself to her feet and waddles towards the buffet line. You briefly watch her chub rhythmically wobble as she moves, then return your attention to your meal. You're so engrossed with stuffing your face that you're shocked to see a country fried steak suddenly sliding onto your plate. Rya grins down at you, holding a new plate – clearly the source of your new reinforcement. It's piled high with yet more greasy fried goodness. She lowers herself back into her spot across from you and addresses your confused look.
"You've been lifting a lot lately," she huffs, adjusting her huge backside on the creaking chair, "And you need lots of protein and energy to keep building your strength!"
You chuckle and slice off a piece of the country fried steak. The beef is merely ok, but since the breading has the same tangy spices as the chicken tenders, the end result is actually quite tasty. Eminently binge-able. Through a full mouth for comedic effect, you joke, "Is there something about me that makes girls want to feed me?"
Rya swallows a bite of her own fried steak, suppressing a laugh until it's down. "You just look like you're hungry, baby, and I want to take care of you!"
You chuckle back, and slap your pudgy gut. "Well if this is quote hungry, I dunno if I want to know what quote overfed looks like."
A pulse of blood to your cock at your own words. You knead a handful of fat and say, mostly to yourself, "Nah, that's bullshit. I totally want to know what overfed looks like on me..."
Rya's pale skin takes on a distinct pinkish tone, and she bites her lip, whispering barely audible over the ambient noise, "I'd... love to help you find out..."
Her words light a fire in your stomach and in your loins. Despite the calories you've already crammed down, a fresh wave of hunger crinkles within you, and you resume your feasting. Standing for your next plate is a bit of a struggle. You huff and suppress a belch as your gut shifts and sloshes to accommodate your ongoing binge, then mechanically shuffle back to the buffet line once again. You fall in behind the younger and extremely fat black guy you saw earlier, more jealous than anything else as you see him taking helpings from seemingly every dish. Glance up from a pan of beef stroganoff, you take a moment and a half to surreptitiously watch the huge guy swagger back to his adoring and equally huge girlfriend. However, you quickly feel as though you're ogling or intruding, and turn your attention back to the growing pile of food on your third plate. Anything with noodles and anything soft. Beef stroganoff, chicken Alfredo, mashed potatoes and creamed corn. Carby, creamy comfort food goodness. You definitely slow down while working on your third heaping plate. Perhaps noticing you shifting to grazing versus gorging, Rya mentions that the restaurant normally enforces a time limit for patrons. You complain that they market themselves as "all you can eat", but Rya mollifies you by also pointing out that the policy isn't frequently enforced, especially if the restaurant isn't super busy.
Rya's slowing down a bit too, but not as much as you, and only after her third plate piled with heart-stopping junk food. She cleans some grease from her face as you're staring at her empty plate. Neither of you says anything, but she gives you a lusty, excited grin. From the look on her face, it's obvious she's enjoying really letting her appetite go nuts, and she's enjoying watching you do the same. She slowly rises to her feet once more, squelching an uncomfortable burp and locking eyes with you, gently squeezing and massaging her blubbery belly for a few delicious moments. She shuffles back to the food line and you take a few slow, deliberate breaths, willing your engorged belly to relax and stretch. The move is partially successful, but it's clear that even your ambitious stomach is nearing its limits. Rya returns with a fresh plate, loaded with what must be most of a pan of lasagna plus a colorful assortment of butter-drenched vegetables.
You groan, mostly earnestly, when she slices off a chunk of the lasagna and slides it onto your plate. "It's actually pretty good, you've gotta try it," she scolds, and you make an agreeable grunt. To be fair, the lasagna is genuinely pretty good, and not just "for a buffet" good. Maybe it's because the portion is fresh, but it seems made with manifest care and quality ingredients. Not too much tomato sauce, a good blend of savory beef and ricotta, and even the noodles managed to land at al dente. It's also just as heavy as you'd expect, and after gulping down that sampler portion you start to notice that all-too-familiar "swallowed a bowling ball" sensation in your gut. Your stomach isn't quite aching, though. Yet. You polish off the last few blobs of creamed corn and stroganoff, then blend any remaining creamy goodness with the mashed potatoes and scarf that down too. Then you sit for a long moment, letting these new bites settle and marveling as Rya continues to chip away at her fourth plate.
Still not done, you stand slowly, noticing for the first time the waistband of your sweatpants slightly digging into your swollen belly. You huff and massage your stomach, saying to Rya, "I'm switching to desserts. You want anything?"
"Surprise me," she says around a mouthful of lasagna.
You waddle back to the line again and grab a fresh plate. This time you skip past all the entrees and greedily eye the bountiful sweets options. You scoop out a couple portions of soggy but sweet-looking cherry pie, grab a diverse handful of cookies with some tongs, even adding a couple slices of cheesecake. As if that wasn't ambitious enough, you notice a slushie dispenser, and fill two cups with lemon-smelling frosty goo. Balancing everything in your hands and with a crooked elbow, you cautiously return to the table, setting one of the slushies in front of your fat girlfriend. She makes an appreciative noise and immediately takes a sip, doing a jiggly little seated dance as the blast of sugar hits her senses. Rya now alternates between the dwindling block of lasagna and the various dessert treats you brought. She's clearly very full at this point, with a subtle gleam of sweat on her face, heavy breaths, and obvious effort behind her chewing. As delectable as the desserts are, you're starting to have some real trouble finding space for them, and your stomach is finally sending some signals of discomfort. Rya finishes her lasagna, letting her fork clatter against the plate. She leans back, swallowing the last bites and wobbling her huge gut.
"Ooof," she whines, "I don't think I can get up."
She squeezes her fat then continues, "But I don't think I'm ready to tap out yet. Baby, I'm really craving some eclairs, I think they had some the last time I was at the line. Pretty please?"
You just nod and slowly take to your feet, needing a long moment to find your balance. It's almost as though the food swelling your stomach has thrown off your center of gravity, and your stomach twinges at the jostling. You waddle back to the food line and do manage to find the tray of eclairs, scooping up an ambitious four of the treats, before promptly returning to the table and the relative comfort of your chair. In the mere moments of your absence, Rya's of course devoured a good portion of the pies and cookies you'd brought. She promptly snatches an eclair from the new plate and slurps the cream out of the pastry.
"Do I need to get another plate of desserts?" you ask, not even really joking.
"No," Rya replies after a moment of consideration, "I'm actually kind of about to pop, but I think I can finish what we've got here..."
It takes the two of you several long minutes to finally nibble away the remaining sweets. Rya of course does most of the damage, and when the last morsel disappeared she looked about ready to pass out. You're not faring much better, and then you notice your lemon slushie, barely touched. With a groan of equal parts trepidation and determination, you chug the cold, sweet drink, barely dodging a brain freeze and sinking into yourself as you feel the sugary liquid fill in any remaining nooks and crannies in your gut. When all is said and done, your gut pulses with pressure, and even the loose, soft waistband of your sweatpants seems intolerable. You are absolutely stuffed to the brim. Rya urges you to just sit quietly with her for a few more minutes, taking slow steady breaths and really savoring the warm glow brought on by an overstuffed stomach.
Eventually the two of you manage to gather enough strength to try and leave. You haul yourself to your feet one last time and bumble over to Rya, offering a hand to help her up. She takes it without complaint, and you help haul her gravid, blubbery body upright. You glance around the restaurant as she readies herself to move, and notice the young supersized black couple, still at their table and grazing away together. With a grunt from Rya, you put the young couple from your mind for good, then slowly get underway. Right after you waddle out the door, Rya belches painfully and steadies herself against the restaurant wall. She looks up at you and groans, "Fuuuck, I am absolutely glutted... It feels sooooo good though..."
The two of you stagger into the parking lot, your feet leaden and your head swimming. It takes a herculean effort to help her along while also moving your overstuffed self. Rya's SUV is mercifully close, but she stops you before you can tumble into your seat. She leans heavily against the hood and digs through her purse. With a jingle and a huff, she holds out the keys.
"Baby, I'm so full and sleepy I don't think I should be driving. Can you get us back to my place?" she asks.
"Uh...sure," you say, taking the keys. You can barely move, but it's clear she's really faring even worse. You slowly heave her into the car, then circle around and collapse into the driver seat.
"Just go slowly, okay?" she says. "We don't have very far to go, and we're in no hurry."
A stifled burp, then you give Rya a nod, then reach over and help her buckle in. You gingerly patch your own seatbelt, then start the engine and slowly start rolling, willing yourself to focus at the wheel of an unfamiliar vehicle. By the time you get to Rya's place, you are having trouble keeping your eyes open, and you almost overshoot what should be a simple turn. Rya is snoring lightly.
You breathe a slow sigh of relief as you manage to park the car and feel your loaned focus quickly slipping. You rouse Rya, and the two of you laboriously waddle back to her condo. Rya leans against the wall and huffs while digging out her keys, and you do her the favor of unlocking and holding the door for her. She staggers over the threshold and you follow, then the two of you tumble straight into Rya's cozy bed, the springs seeming to creak more than usual. The two of you kick off your shoes, then prepare to fall into satisfying food comas.
But first, you hear a quiet rummaging sound from Rya's nightstand. She rolls over with a groan, holding a small boxy device – a vaporizer, you assume.
"You smoke?" you ask, surprised.
"Sometimes, especially if I'm this overstuffed," she says.
"THC?" you ask groggily.
"Yeah, just not very strong," she replies, then takes a decent hit.
Rya exhales a plume of sweet-smelling vapor. "Heehee, cotton candy," she giggles. "Want some?"
You hesitate, suddenly unsure. Rya's gluttonous discomfort seems to be falling away by the second, and she's positively radiating contentment. She seems to be in heaven as she slowly rubs her fat, overfull belly with one hand. Her other hand offers you the vape pen.
It takes just one gurgly cramp from your overstretched stomach to make up your mind. Rya's hand joins its mate as you pick up the vape pen. Putting the device to your lips, you take a long drag. Sweet flavor coats your tongue, and as the chemicals quickly sink into your blood, you feel your body relax. Your eyelids grow heavy, and your brain pleasantly fuzzy. The uncomfortable stretched sensation of an overfull belly falls away, leaving only a pleasant, warm, weighty sensation in your stomach. You barely manage to return the vape pen to Rya before you drift into a heavy, euphoric haze. Her warm hand now lies lightly on your stomach. It traces up your body and strokes your chest, before resting possessively on your thigh for a long moment. You gently grab Rya's chubby wrist and set her hand on your bloated belly, and she starts rubbing it tenderly.
Next, you snake your hand around Rya's thick arm and come to rest on her own doughy gut, returning the favor of a belly rub. Her breathing has deepened and slowed, and you can feel your own pulse in your temples. You are as content as you have ever been in your life. Finally you drift off, feeling as though you could almost feel yourself and your girlfriend slowly growing fatter from the night's binge. The euphoria of Rya's hand on your belly is nearly as good as the chemicals in your system, and you are soon fast asleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You awaken some time later – exactly when isn't clear, but it's even darker out. Maybe a few hours. The vape has mostly cleared from your system, but you're still sluggish, slowly emerging from your deep food coma. You quietly squeeze out a bubbly burp and focus on your gut. It's no longer cripplingly overstuffed, but still very full and heavy.
The heavy, cloying odor of the vape left traces in the air and is seemingly stuck to the warm blankets embracing you, but all you can think about is the huge sexy girl curled up next to you. In a moment, your hand finds its way back to Rya's corpulent gut, practically absorbing contentment from her soft flesh. Rya's eyes stay closed but a quiet moan escapes her lips, so you step up your ministrations. Your fingers brush up and down her soft, squishy belly, gently gripping and jiggling whatever roll or fold that catches your fancy. Rya moans more deeply and shifts her weight, settling into a more comfortable position.
Her eyes flutter open and she smiles. "Hi there, hunky."
You smile back, gently squeezing her pillowy thigh. "Hey."
"You're cute, you know that?" she says.
"So are you," you say, smiling.
Rya giggles, then reaches out to stroke your face, giving you a hungry look. "Did you get enough to eat?" She asks.
Patting your overfull belly and feeling every heavy gram of the night's feast, you groan, "Oh, yeah..."
"Not too stuffed for a... big dessert?" Rya asks, then licks her plump lips alluringly.
She puts a finger over your mouth, pre-empting you from saying something dumb. "I don't mean more sweets. I'm the dessert, babe."
You can't help yourself to one stupid quip, "Something something you're the sweetest dessert."
Rya rolls her eyes and huffs, but doesn't lose her seductive momentum. "You wanna help me get these tight clothes off?" She purrs. "Let's make it easier for you to explore and touch all of my curves." Gnawing her lip slowly, she adds, "All of them..."
The grin you shoot back at her simply must be overflowing with excitement, and you nod energetically.
"But let's do it slowly, okay?" she says.
Another burp, then you reply, "Yeah, no arguments here."
Rya sits up and smiles seductively. She raises her arms over her head, and you waste no time in peeling her shirt upwards. It takes a little extra work to get the sleeves free from her chubby upper arms, but you're way beyond caring about the extra effort. Rya slowly shimmies from side to side, showing off her satiny red bra. It's a touch too small, and her jugs overflow the cups in places, but it makes her chest look absolutely incredible.
"That bra looks great on you, baby, but I hope you don't mind if we get you out of it quickly," you say with a grin.
Rya's eyes flutter shut and she lets out a contented sigh as you help her slowly peel off her bra. "Ffffuuuuck..." she gasps, then cups and massages her heavy tits as they bounce free. "These tits are always pretty sensitive, but it feels so good when you're playing with them..."
Right on cue, you lean over and plant a kiss on one of her tender nipples, feeling the pink bud immediately stiffen as you flick your tongue across it. Rya gasps and you feel her writhe under your attention, then she gently grabs your hair and pulls you away, looking down at you. "I've been dying to fuck you for a while," she whispers. "But I'm enough of a dweeb to want our first time to be special. I hope tonight fits the bill..."
"Absolutely," you say and grin. "Tonight has been positively magical so far. You, me, a ton of food in our bellies, and it's about to get even better."
Rya inhales sharply as you delicately palm both of her huge melons, but she leans into your touch. "I've never been with a guy who could understand me like you do, sweetie," she says. "I feel like I can... Like I can tell you anything, and you'll listen. You don't judge, and that's so sexy. You make me feel good about myself."
After few moments of thoughtfully running a thumb over each of Rya's nipples, you quietly say, "Fat isn't bad. Quite the opposite, I think. All this lovely chub is just the outward sign of how sweet and wonderful you are. To hell with anybody who can't handle all of you."
Rya wraps her plump arms around you and she leans over to kiss you. You reciprocate, eagerly wrapping your arms around her in turn and savoring the feelings of your bodies pressing together.
You whisper in her ear, "I'm so glad you never judged me for being a glutton."
"I wouldn't ever do that, sweetie," she says, kissing you again. "Never. Not ever."
She pulls back a little to look you in the eyes and continues, "Food feels good to you, and makes you happy. Why would I judge you for wanting to be happy?"
You don't answer with words, instead tenderly hooking a finger under her pudgy double chin and drawing her back to you. She nips and nibbles and sucks hungrily at your lips, and at one point you allow her warm, slick tongue deep into your mouth, and you lose track of which moans are yours or hers. Moans turn to grunts and then the bed groans in protest, and all of a sudden Rya has rolled atop you, half-smothering you beneath her jiggling curves. Your cock is rock-hard, aching with need, and you instinctively press it into your supersized girlfriend. Rya notices immediately and giggles lustfully, leaning even closer and slowly gyrating against you, coaxing her fat to steadily slosh over you like ocean waves.
"I can tell you feel the same way about me," she purrs. Rya smears herself against you and grabs twin handfuls of her blubbery gut, wobbling it so firmly the ripples cascade into your own pudge. The sensation is incredible, and your cock's desperation only grows, as does a sudden desire to jiggle the way she does.
"God, you feel good, Rya," you say, digging your fingers deeply into her doughy flanks. "Every bit of you is so fucking sexy. And there's so much of you!"
For emphasis you slap Rya's enormous ass, sending out a visible ripple from the contact point. She lets out a squeal of delight and shifts around a little, grinding her fat groin against yours with a shameless lust.
"Yeah! Slap my ass again, baby!" Rya cries. "I like when you take control. I like when you call the shots."
Shooting her a toothy lupine grin, you indulge her, landing a string of steadily-stronger open-palmed slaps. Each impact lands with a juicy thump, and Rya's delighted yelps grow louder and higher in pitch. You actually put a decent amount of force behind the last slap, and the noise Rya makes has you momentarily worried you'd hurt her, but the ferociously lustful look she shoots you instantly dispels your worry.
"We need to get the rest of our clothes off, now!"
"Agreed," you say.
Rya rolls off of you with a grunt and peels her leggings off, tossing them to the side in a tangle. Next your shirt hits the floor, and Rya watches intently as you clumsily pull off your sweatpants. She then grabs your hands and sets them on the waistband of her panties. Most of the garment is hidden under her soft hanging belly, but you can tell that the side straps are a rich red satin, a match for the long-gone bra. You pull the elastic band of her panties down, and she lets out a soft squeal. She arches her back to help you out as you roll them past her chunky thighs and calves.
After getting her panties down past her ankles, Rya kicks free of them, leaving you holding the plus-sized lingerie, when a bolt of perverse inspiration hits. You look Rya in the eye, then bring her panties to your face to take a long sniff. She stares at you, eyes and grin wide, her tongue snaking restlessly around her teeth.
"You like that, don't you?" she asks.
"Oh, I do."
"Maybe you'd rather have a taste of the real thing?" She purrs, running a hand along her soft flank and under the fold made by her belly. Her hand slips out of sight, digging for her juicy pussy. Immediately you imagine her creamy soft skin slippery and fragrant with her hot juices. As you imagine sinking your face between her legs and sliding your tongue deep into her velvet walls, you briefly squeeze your cock and moan.
You toss her panties over the side of the bed, but then manage to think for a moment. "Uh, I might need you to help me out a little bit," gesturing at Rya's huge belly.
She looks down at herself with a goofy smile, indulgently surveying her jiggly, corpulent body, "It's ok, I know what you mean." Working as she explains, "So, I like to prop pillows under my booty whenever I masturbate. Should work the same for you, plus I think I can just hold up my tummy so you can breathe."
Soon, Rya's hips are elevated by a small pile of cushions, but her honeypot is still obscured by the apron of her gut. Her sheer size is still driving you wild. You reach out and firmly squeeze her enormous thigh, still marveling at its creamy softness. She bites her lip and looks at you, purring, "Well, Anon, are you ready to ditch those boxers? Because I'm very ready to see that cock of yours."
You strip off your boxers, and Rya smiles. "Simply perfect. Come over here."
Obligingly, you scoot around on the bed, settling onto hands and knees and taking your place between her enormous thighs. Your stomach is still very full, and you stifle a fresh burp stirred up by the movement. She looks up at you, her face half-hidden by the flabby curve of her belly. Rya's voice is suddenly tinged with hesitation, "Are you sure you're ok with eating me out? I know it might be extra work for you..."
You look down at her with a lusty smile, "Rya, I have been dreaming about burying my face under your sexy gut for a while. I can already tell that this is going to be amazing."
"That's my boyfie," she coos, running a hand against your own. "Now, whenever you're ready..."
She reaches down and rolls her belly back, finally giving you a good look at her plump snatch. It's definitely a nice pussy alright, and thanks to your recent explorations, far from the first plus-sized pussy you've ever seen. Rya's honeypot is nigh-perfectly hairless and for just an instant you marvel at the effort that must have taken, but in the next you're properly engrossed in the moment, taking in the contours of her plump mons and outer labia, so soft and inviting, already glistening with sweat and arousal.
Without another word, you gently dive forward, pressing your face into Rya's mound. It's so different from a skinny girl's – for all the world like sinking your face into a bowl of warm dough. You have to tilt your head and contort your lips to open tiny pathways for air, cursing biology and in truth rather wishing you could be smothered by Rya's softness. Her fingers find your hair, and she gives you a loving stroke. You run your tongue up the length of her plump slit, pausing to flick your tongue around her opening to taste her juices.
"Mm, you greedy boy," she coos. "So hungry for me..."
You slide your tongue into her slick folds and hungrily lap up her nectar. Rya shudders and raggedly gasps as your tongue finally passes over her clit. Her whole body tenses the moment you find it. Rya's sensitive bits seem deeper than you're used to seeing, but it's no real obstacle and you're loving exploring her chubby folds. You work your way around her clit, before darting in and sinking your tongue deep into her pussy. You keep your face pressed firmly into her, feeling Rya's sweet juices all over your face and particularly on your nose as you work. Her pussy is unbelievably slick, and it takes all of your concentration to maintain your rhythm and precision. Rya's breathing is getting shallower and shallower, and by now she's bucking her massive hips in time with your tongue.
"Oh God... Anon... Keep... Going..." She begs. "I want... I want you to..."
Finally, her whole body goes rigid as she orgasms, and you continue to tongue her clit as she cries out. She squirms and gasps, and you try to draw out her climax. You wrap your arms around her chunky thighs, take a deep breath, and press your face into her hot doughy folds as far as you can. She's still cumming, and the way she's squirming and grinding her hips against you, you're loving it. You slide your tongue as deep as you can, savoring the salty sweetness of her orgasm and doing your best to keep this wonderful huge girl in bliss for as long as you can.
After a few heavenly, juicy moments, Rya's fingers curl into your hair, somewhat roughly. She pulls on your hair, signaling for you to stop. She gasps, "That's... Amazing... But... But I need... You to stop..."
You slide your face out of her pussy, smiling, "Why?"
She looks you dead in the eye, tongue lewdly licking her lips and teeth, "Because I need to feel your fat dick stretching me out. Because... I want to feel you pump every last drop of your hot cum into me..."
For emphasis, she reaches down and grabs your shaft, squeezing gently. You can't help but arch your back and thrust your hips forward, pressing your groin against her warm, thick thigh. "I want to feel you come inside of me. Please..."
You take a moment to steady your breathing, and try to center your thoughts. "Shouldn't I get a condom?"
She's smiling seductively, running her hands through her hair, "No need, I'm on birth control. So you can dump as much cum into my fat pussy as you want."
You nod, and she reaches down to cup your sack. You've never felt so hard in your life.
"I want to feel you filling me up..." she whispers.
That's all you needed to hear. You eagerly scoot close, bringing your cock into contact with her hot, slick vulva. With one hand, Rya keeps her fat belly pulled back, and with the other, she guides your throbbing cock into her soft depths. You lean forward, pushing into her, and she wraps her arms around your waist. The feel of being partially enveloped by her flesh, Rya's soft smooth skin sliding against yours is the most incredible sensation you've ever felt.
Somewhat awkwardly, you begin to tentatively thrust, but in moments your stomach churns discontentedly. Rya's ecstatic expression has a tinge of discomfort as well. She pats her jiggly belly and belches uncomfortably. "Oof, sorry baby," she gasps. "I don't think this is gonna work with me laying back. Slide out, then let me reposition?"
Conceding to reason, you slide your cock out of her warm, wet folds. Rya sighs as you pull out, but she wastes no time reshaping the bed, scooting around and grabbing even more pillows from off the side. In moments, she's built a sort of raised padded platform, then she carefully lays atop it and holds her legs out wide, calling your cock towards her needy pussy, now propped at a more comfortable height.
Scooting towards her and still on your knees, you feel yet another burp stirred up by the brief thrusting. You turn your head and stifle it, then pat your gut, feeling it still swollen and gurgling. "Hope you're not expecting much speed," you say sheepishly.
"That's ok," she soothes, "I'm not up for much jostling myself right now. Take it slow if you need to, and just try to get deep, ok?"
You simply nod and mutter ok, knee-walking back into position as she pulls her apron belly back up for you. Next, you gently set your palms on her squishy shoulders, accept her help with lining up your cock, and slowly slide back into Rya. Her breath hitches as you re-enter her, and you press yourself firmly into her chub to get yourself firmly positioned. The lower expanse of Rya's belly molds around your abdomen as she releases her gut, and you can practically feel her bloated stomach gently churning against your own. As you ease yourself back into a gentle thrusting rhythm and press against her softness, you moan, "I had no idea you were so flexible."
"I can be," Rya assures you between breaths, and you lean forward, gently resting your chest onto her.
You're pleased to feel that you can thrust deep with this arrangement, and you lean in to kiss Rya's neck while steadily working your hips. Her fat legs wrap around you with surprising firmness, locking you in place and helping you get even deeper. You keep your lips against her neck as you grind your hips, and her moans and heavy panting soon fill the room. Nibbling her double chin you meet her gaze, momentarily lost in the dark sweet depths of her irises. Then her eyes roll back as you rock your hips again, sliding your cock in to the hilt and practically squeezing a resonant moan out of her.
Her pussy is so hot and tight, you swiftly feel your cock aching for release. It's an unusual observation that sends you over the edge: feeling Rya's blubber quaking in time with your thrusts, her hot, sweaty chub jiggling against your plump body. It's not a surprise when you feel the heat in your cock overflow, and you desperately grab Rya's fleshy hips, again slamming your cock as deep as it will go. You explode inside of Rya, and your balls clench tightly, prompting you to cry out and blast rope after rope into Rya's depths. She coos in pleasure, gripping your wrists and pinning you close with her fleshy legs.
Between the exertion and the food in your gut, you're a panting, sweaty mess as well, but you're determined to utterly drain your balls into Rya. You grunt and continue thrusting. Rya's quivering thighs clamp down around your waist, and her face presses into the crook of your neck as she cums too. You keep going, spurred on by the half-muffled noises she's making next to your ear and feeling every bit of her pleasure jolt through you and letting it motivate you to find another orgasm.
With your lungs burning and your muscles straining, you grunt as you feel the heat peaking in your cock once more. Your balls tighten, and you groan, your teeth grinding. You're on the edge of exploding, and Rya's still awash in bliss. Finally you gasp raggedly as your cock spurts again. You don't cum as much this time, and it even hurts a little. You finally stop your thrusting, gasping for breath and savoring the feeling of Rya's hot, soft body both inside and out.
Rya sighs, resting her head on the back of your neck.
"That was amazing..." she murmurs.
You grunt. You gasp, "Holy fuck... That was... Whew... Everything hurts, but I feel so good..."
Rya's legs slide away, releasing you. With a groan, you slide out of her and crumple onto your back. Rya's jiggly body is flushed with heat and flecked with sweat, as is yours. You look over to see her lying there, hair messed up, face sweaty and red, looking like the most beautiful thing on the planet. Reaching over, you grasp her flushed chubby hand, and the two of you just lay there and gasp for breath for a time.
"Did I... Was I really that...?" Rya asks, her voice quiet.
"Yes," you groan, still catching your breath. "You were really that."
"I think that was... the best sex I've ever had..." she admits.
"Mine too," you admit.
"God, you're so beautiful..." You murmur, slowly rolling over to look Rya in the eye.
"But I'm such a sweaty mess..." she laughs.
"Mmhmm..." you moan, rolling to your side and clasping her chubby hand in yours.
She realizes you're sincere, and makes a happy whimper, clutching at her soft chest.
"I think I'm going to cry," she says, her voice muffled. "You might just be a keeper, Anon."
Rya's even more beat than you are, so she isn't able to cuddle up against you very well, but she does her best. The two of you lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow and cooling off. Eventually Rya yawns, surprising you both. "We should clean up," she says.
You nod, and roll out of bed, before helping Rya to her feet. She's a little unsteady for a moment, then she finds her footing. "Unfortunately, my shower won't fit us both," she says apologetically.
"That's okay," you say. "Something we can try on a vacation!"
Rya giggles, and you share a long, lingering kiss. She waddles towards the bathroom and starts the shower. As she cleans up, you groaningly get into motion and swap out the defiled sheet for a fresh one and remake the bed. Rya eventually emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and bids you to shower up as well.
You oblige, and once you're clean as well, you rejoin her in the bedroom. The two of you lounge about on her king-size bed, drying off and cooling down. Your fatigue catches up with you pretty soon, and Rya has some fun tucking you in, before sliding under the sheets next to you. Curled up against her warm, soft body and satisfyingly exhausted by the long-awaited but very much worth it sex, you're out in moments.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Awakening the next morning, Rya is gone. You sit up, groggily blinking your eyes, then wander into the kitchen naked and see a note left in Rya's handwriting.
"Stepped out to get some breakfast. I'll bring some for you too! Be back soon."
Unwilling to really wait, you decide to make some coffee and nibble on a pack of Pop-Strudels, and just as the precious caffeinated brew starts flowing, the front door flies open. Rya waddles through with a joyful "hiiiii", her voice taking a deeper sultry register as she processes that you're naked. Precariously cradled in her arms is a big box of donuts and a pair of sweet-smelling coffee drinks. Helping to set down her sugary bounty you accept her embrace, indulging in a long, lingering kiss.
"Damn," she giggles. "I thought I'd make it back before you woke up."
Leaning against the counter cheekily and striking a pose, you reply, "Well I certainly don't mind. It's really sweet of you!"
Rya opens the box and immediately sweeps one of the treats towards her eager mouth. Double chocolate frosted, you notice. "I stay sweet because I'm always stuffing myself full of sugar," she giggles, then clutches the half-eaten pastry between her teeth and fishes out a chocolate glazed donut, practically cramming it into your mouth. The two of you stifle giggles and eat your first morsels. Rya finishes first then gestures at your gut, maybe your lower abdomen or your groin?
"I dare you to spend the day naked," She says cheekily.
You laugh in reply, "Cool. I love having an excuse to not get dressed, but I won't be setting foot outside today."
"Eh, deal!" Rya giggles and grabs another donut, this one vanilla creme. She ushers you towards the couch, taking a moment to gather up the day's junk food breakfast. You're not surprised that she proffers another donut directly into your mouth when she gets to the living room, nor are you surprised by the tender-yet-greedy sugar-dusted kiss that follows. What gives you pause is something in Rya's dark eyes, you can't quite put your finger on it but something deep inside you tells you it's a look of genuine adoration. Somehow, in that moment you knew with certainty that you'd found your match with her.